Dunwall Estate

"I look forward to seeing you there. Until then, well met, Victus Brightblade." With a firm nod, he closed the door slowly, a faint smile on his lips.

Gillam turned to one of his servants. "Glinda!" The young woman turned around to face the knight. "What do you need, sir Dunwall?" she replied, a joyous smile on her lips. "Confirm the invitation for next week. Tell them I am honored to be accepted." Gillam put on a simple cape over his chain mail, and tucked his short sword under the folds of the cape, just in case.

"Where are you going at such a late hour, sir?" One of the servants asked curiously. "I am doing some business for the manor. Hopefully it will be successful, and we might have security here." Gillam opened the door and walked out into the night.

((:D MFW when I read that.))

((Not sure what canonical date we'll do for this, but it'll be established soon))

Gillam was about to retire to his quarters. It had been a long day of establishing his position amongst the nobles, and he was exhausted. One of his servants entered the room.

"Sir Dunwall, there appears to be someone who wants to speak to you. He is waiting outside." Gillam sighed. "Thank you, Glinda." Gillam opened the door to the estate to see another noble standing outside. "Greetings, Sir Dunwall. A gift from the Erlord House." He bowed, then exited.

Gillam shook his head. So many houses were trying to win his favor over. He remained outside, just in view of Xenos.

Gillam took one last breath of fresh air, the stepped back inside the manor. He ordered one of his servants to close the door for him. Glinda entered the room. "Sir Dunwall, what did he want?" The servant asked.

"Nothing, he was just here to give me a gift. Just like the rest of them." Gillam heard the door close behind him, although it was open long enough for the assassin to slip inside. Satisfied, he returned to his bedroom. "If anyone else comes, tell them I am sleeping." Gillam called to the rest of his servants.

As Gillam went into bed, two servants were conversing in the kitchen near the doorway. "Sir Dunwall seems stressed, don't you think?" The other servant nodded. "Indeed. Maybe he wasn't expecting work for a noble to be very tiring."

"Yea, I assume its just in preparation for the banquet that is occurring in a few days. I heard a whole bunch of houses are gong to be present, including the Prince himself!"

"That's very exciting indeed! That must mean that the De'Vera family should be present too!" The servant chuckled, then both walked into another room, out of earshot of Xenos.

((FFFFFFFFF I WAS JUST ABOUT TO MOVE THE POST HNNNNNG))

Xenos smiled some more. A banquet, eh? He'll wonder if he will have to eavesdrop there too. Once he saw the servants moving, he followed after them. Right before they were about to close the door though, he caught it quietly before it had a chance to close fully. Opening the door just barely to hear, he leans up against it to hear what else they were saying.

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Xenos sighed. Guess he wasn't going to get much... But perhaps there's something else he could find. He kept listening in on the conversation. Come on, say something juicy already.

Just Outside the estate.

Two figures walk towards the entry of the Dunwall estate. One was a female Demacian Justiciar- a figure of authority and order within the city, as well as justice and fear. She wore her badge and helmet with a stern posture, her enforcer baton sheathed at her side. Beside her was a young man in a common black shirt and pants, with boots- he carried a large Demacian longbow with him, as well as a quiver of arrows.

"Can't t this... wait until morning..." The young man asked, his face haggard and voice slightly hoarse. He had been awake since before dawn, partaking in the cleansing exercises of Demacia’s Correctional Institution.

“No it cannot, Valerian. I am stopping you from relapsing by ensuring you are indoors and not at a bar by sundown. It’s better than having to haul your arse to Corrections myself.” The Justiciar said, without looking at her company. She walked at a brisk pace, her company struggling to catch up.

“But Moxxie... I’ve been clean for weeks...” He tried to argue, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Your uncle has lowered his pride to find you respectable work. You will start working immediately, so your attention does not wander.”She paused to turn to Valerian and speak to him in a stern fashion.

“Moxxie...” He pleaded, trying to reach out to his childhood friend.

“That’s Justiciar Ironfist to you, Val.”She responded, ice cold and hard as iron. A justiciar was deeply faithful in the Law and the Measure. It was only her compassion and friendship with Valerian that she bothered to help him.

“Whatever. Where’s my bow? And... this is the place?” The young man asked, Valerian looked at the estate where they arrived. He figured they’d eventually arrive, despite the long walk.

“Octavia in Piltover is repairing your bow, after you hit sir Williams with it. Yes it is.” The Justiciar rang the door bell, pulling on the rope to summon a servant.

“This is justiciar Roxanne Ironfist, Demacian Special Enforcers. I request to see the lord of the manor on matters of urgent business.” She said, then waited. Valerian simply leaned against the wall, looking around the place.