Slipped

Mensfeld was standing high above a large Crowd of people, having just given a speech stating his dedication to finding and capturing the people responsible for the death of the Reverend. He waves at them and backs off, breathing a large sigh and wondering if this day could get any worse...

"Sire! Reverelyn has just been attacked by a Gold Dragon!" a guard rushes to his side while exclaiming the news.

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Mensfeld glares at him, "Oh? I suppose an army of vampires are about to attack this city as well?" he says sarcastically.

"No sire! Reverelyn is up in flames with Kreld Gaeveled the Dragon Bane somehow managing to make it flee!"

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Mensfeld "Dragon Bane?" he asks in disbelief.

"The survivors named him as such for his heroic effort, though both his legs were broken in the conflict."

Mensfeld rubs his face, all of his men were ready to march on Kaer Morhen to relatiate against those that'd attacked them, but with Reverelyn in dire need of repairs he couldn't very well continue with his plan of action... "Send a couple troops of men along with supplies to help them rebuild, then tell Kreld to prepare his men for our initial plan." he says, the guard quickly leaving.

With them gone the King of Kaedwen slumps into his seat, wondering if Nilfgaard had somehow tamed dragons?

*Knock, Knock, Knock!*

Mensfeld "Can you lot just piss off and leave me a moment of silence for a couple of minutes!" he exclaims, the door opening and revealing a sheepish looking

Varteand "My liege!"

Mensfeld sits up in interest, having though this spy had been killed like the rest, "Do you have any information on the operations of Kaer Morhen?" he asks quickly as if this spies head was about to explode at any moment.

Varteand bows, "I do sir, they tried to capture me but I managed to escape them." he says.

Mensfeld eyes him and sees the man is indeed covered in mud, however under it his complexion seems better than last he saw him... Regardless, he gestures for him t continue.

Varteand "During my escape I managed to get a good look at everything they had... Outside of Kaer Morhen is a large city, but aside from that their military might is puny, having only those Masked Fiends for protection... Even that lightning mage wasn't there, seems to have only been hired for that specific job!"

Mensfeld nods vigorously, a sadistic smile forming on his face, "So, they are vulnerable? Interesting... I think you deserve a reward for your loyal service to the country." he says, pulling out a large pouch of gold and tossing it to them. "I do not wish to hear of this information on anyone else's lips, your life depends on it." he states, with the man quickly leaving after receiving his reward.

Elsewhere :

Quelaag scuttles towards Reima who is within the city of Ichor, dragging behind her Quelina and Quelana while Eingyi briskly follows them.

Eingyi "Mistress!? Please tell us where you are taking us!" he quickly asks.

Quelaag "I've been waiting for the cities housing to be completed, now that it's done we have a chance to ask."

Quelana "Ask what?" she mutters, while Quelina just smiles at being included in her sisters plans.

Eventually they find Reima talking to a monster called Snowdrake with a forced smile.

Snowdrake "So I asked them, "do you like my ice-cool demeanor?"... Apparently, they found it annoying, so I left and cried myself to sleep."

Reima sighs, "Sounds to me like your trying to hard, just relax, get drunk and stop telling shit jokes. Problem solved." he says, clapping the monster on the back and making a quick retreat.

Quelaag "Reima!" she calls as he tries to get away from another conversation.

Reima points at her and glances to Snowdrake, "Ah, Quelaag, looks like I forgot our prior appointment! Forgive me, I really must get going." he says, with Snowdrake thanking him for taking the time out of his day.

Reima reaches the group and uses Observation Haki to check if Snowdrake was still milling around, thankfully, he wasn't. "You guys saved me..." he mutters.

Quelina, "From what?" she asks.

Reima rubs her head, "From a terribly boring conversation which had no tactful way of leaving..." He looks at Quelaag, "So, what's up?"

Quelaag "I'm here to make a request to you."

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Reima "Mmhmm... And what might that be? It's not something naughty is it." he says with a grin, causing her to blush.

Quelaag "No!... I mean... I wish to build a place for our Chaos Covenant to train new recruits safely, as well as practice our more dangerous abilities."

Reima raises a brow, "Really? Then do it, I'm not stopping you." he shrugs.

Quelaag gives a sheepish smile, "Well... The place I wish to build is there." she points in a general direction quite high up.

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Reima "You want to build a tower?"

Quelaag shakes her head, "No! I wish to build atop the mountain, next to the dragon and the Place of Power!"

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Reima realises what she wants to do... "You want to have Quelina create a bonfire there don't you?" he asks.

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She doesn't answer, looking away embarrassed at having been seen through so easily.

Reima "Sure, that's a good idea, though Rickert will have a go at you for destroying his lights like Anastacia did. I'm not really planning on doing anything else up there-" he's hugged by Quelaag who thanks him for allowing her to do this.

When she finally lets go he scratches his head, "Just let me know when the Bonfire'll be created, I have no idea what'll happen if we use an Igni one for it."

Quelaag grins, nods, and turns around victoriously, "We should ask the House Elves to assist us, go gather the Chaos Servants and have them all start hiking up the mountain with materials!" she says happily.