Post by Markus Woodrow on Dec 14, 2016 15:02:04 GMT -7
The Middle of the Night on the 12th
The Scales of Judgement, 5152
The Guest Office
The Woodrow Estate in Eersaeb, Submiere
While the doctor had advised that Tehodis' arm needed to be amputated, Woodrow had refused to allow him. He wouldn't admit that it wasn't for Tehodis' sake, but... It wasn't for Tehodis' sake. It was for his. He didn't want her to lose a limb on his account. Was that the kind of thing one could ever be forgiven for? He could imagine himself attempting to win her favour, and her simply seething that she'd assent only if he could get her a new arm.
He didn't want to take that risk, even if the doctor thought that she was dying.
So instead, he focused on what she had said. Artemis. Who was Artemis? Holding... Well, after working on it in the second office - this one was near the entrance, nearer to Tehodis - he realized what she'd meant. In the sparsely decorated guest office, he'd reviewed prisoner files, and saw a mildly familiar name. He'd summoned servants to go to the SSPB and retrieve one "Artemis White". Perhaps it wasn't what she had meant - but she had arrested this mystery man. He had read about it in the missives about her he had requested be sent while away.
By the time the servants returned with a chained boy in tow, Tehodis looked worse. Her hand was completely black, and the colour gradiated up her arm. The doctor reiterated what needed to be done, he insisted it was the only way to save her life -- Woodrow refused. Not until he heard what this Artemis had to say. As he heard the door, he left the room, closing the door cautiously behind him, and following the servants into the office he had been using.
The servants - well, three servants, and one SSPB guard as was protocol - sat the boy down roughly on a plush loveseat. Woodrow had set up a high-backed, eagle-footed chair for himself... But he couldn't bring himself to sit. Instead, he paced before the boy - before the boy he knew as Artemis, not knowing that before him sat Endless Laeretti: friend to Tehodis, brother to Vincent.
He let the boy sit in silence for a moment, and then finally stopped his pacing and looked at him. As he observed the boy, it struck him how his features felt familiar, but how the boy had such a strange air to him. A moonborn, he realized. Perhaps the boy had finally found his purpose in saving Tehodis. ...But in the next moment there was another pang of memory, the only time he had ever seen a moonborn before... The only time he had seen this boy before. "The thief," Woodrow mused aloud, curious as to what purpose this boy could possibly serve now that he knew he was a criminal. A criminal who had escaped his grasp once.
"Artemis White. Tell me something. Can you think of any reason that an officer of the SSPB would ask for your aid when in danger?" He played coy with the information, not trusting this boy. Doubting that he had the right Artemis. A part of his hoped he did, that this boy was the one he needed, that Tehodis was saved. The other part of him hoped that he would not be forced to turn to criminal scum for aid. He wasn't sure which part was louder.
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