(122-06-12) Thiefwatch
Summary: Camillo and Marsei talk about the new captive.
Date: 14/06/2015
Related: Seal of Truth

Level 13 - The Hightower Battle Island

Even a single tier of the great white stone tower is grand enough for any palace. This thirteeth level is not so large as those below, but it has suites of private rooms and some shared parlours whose open walls and large windows light the tower's interior. The grand gracious staircases are accessible from near the center of the tower.

Camillo saw to accompanying the girl into a small chamber on the thirteenth floor, with the reasoning that a high floor is more difficult to escape from than a low one. Guards were summoned to take a post outside the door while Camillo spent some time in the room with the young woman. After a while, he exits, shutting the door softly behind him, glancing at the guards to be sure they are alert.

Lady Marsei is awaiting his exit from the room, though she mustn't have been for long, for she still clutches the far ends of her gown just slightly away from her feet, a careful practice for ascending the stairs. Her brother's seal is out of her tight grip now, no doubt somewhere safer still. She looks beyond Camillo at first — at the door, thoughtfully, and with worry. When she looks at him seconds later, it's with the same expression, along with a silent, pressing inquiry about what unfolded inside with the confessed thief.

Camillo looks from the guards to Marsei. "May we speak privately, my lady?" he requests. "I have spoken to the woman. Her name is Aralynne."

Marsei casts a searching look about the thirteenth level until she agreeably heads straight for a the door of a private room she seems to know is presently unoccupied by any guest of her family (or captive of her family, in the case of Aralynne). She pushes her way into the room gently. It is a grander space than the one the thief has been tucked away in for the time being, though it is rather difficult to tell at first glance; it is unlit. "Oh, goodness, it is dark," Marsei says softly to herself more than Camillo, as though the fact is surprising. "What else did she have to say, this Aralynne?"

Camillo slips into the room with Marsei, waiting patiently in the darkness for his eyes to adjust to what little light filters in through the window. "She says she was born into poverty and thieving. She apprenticed to her trade as a child. She claims to be a master thief, but I believe the life is wearing on her. She claims that she wishes to be made an indentured servant to the Hightowers as a means of paying for the crime."

Marsei responds with a faint, uncertain hmm. She walks to the room's window in order to stand in the ghost of dim, blue light, folding her arms as she thinks this through. "I would like to believe her and give her mercy," she says, yet uncertaintly still traces her voice — along with wistfulness and hope.

"I agree, my lady," Camillo says, "With the sentiment and your…hesitation. I…admit the girl's story has some…elements in common with my own and therefore perhaps I am inclined to be too understanding. It would be a tremendous risk, to install her in this household. She could be plotting a daring theft of even greater treasures."

Marsei turns just slightly to look at Camillo when he mentions his understanding toward the girl's story and smiles ever-so-slightly, although it's scarcer still in the dimness. "And think of the timing," she agrees quietly. "What if she has somehow heard of the pipes, what a treasure they are, and crafted this plan." She sounds purely disappointed by the prospect, far from cynical.

Camillo nods slowly in the darkness. "I'm afraid that may be true," he says. "Perhaps she could be placed in the household of a smaller family in a different land. Perhaps a country noble. It would be much harder for her to get away with goods in a rural setting."

"Yes, perhaps," Marsei replies, a compliment quick and natural on the heels of her agreement, "How sharp you are, Camillo. That is advice Ormund is worthy of hearing." She turns around in full, uncrossing her arms. "It will be up to him, in the end," she says with clear, warm loyalty to her brother.

"Thank you, my lady," Camillo says softly. "And yes, of course the decision rests entirely with Lord Ormund. He is the one who has been insulted and he is the one who will bear the most risk. If by some chance he should take her on, I will do my best to keep a watchful eye on her."

"Thank you, Camillo. Your watchful eye will not go amiss; even now I am glad for it." Marsei slips out of the window's scarce evening light and toward the door. More cheerily, she says, "Now, let us get out of this dreadful darkness."

Camillo nods quickly and follows Marsei out. "Yes, my lady."

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