Eragon RPG

Private Roleplay between KyonKyon and Aviis (that means no posting~)

What is known is this: (I kind of made it up on the spot, bare with me?)

The Forsworn have not completely formed yet. There are rumors of their name, but it is nothing official. There is no "thirteen" that is known, no registry of the dragon riders that have betrayed their own to follow Galbatorix. Morzan is the only known Forsworn and is currently being hunted by Brom.

Shruikan was claimed in the recent 5 or so months, and the threat is only building. The Varden have formed, but is small. Brom has stepped down as leader and the position is now claimed by Weldon.

Originally Posted by KyonKyon

Even the deepest halls and the most narrowest of corridors seemed like a never ending trap leading him to death. The elf didn't fit into the mold here and certainly didn't look nor talk like most. Recently things had picked up quite a bit and he'd found himself busier then ever.

Until now...

Now he was going in for a new assignment. Whatever it was he hoped it'd keep his mind preoccupied and far away from his home. He'd been away for over a year now and the thought of that beautiful emerald forest made his heart yearn for sweet release. Something that would not happen for some time.

Undoing the ribbon on his scroll he'd unwind it and let that deep emerald gaze flicker across the words scrawled there. Words that would make him halt his movements and simply stare at one sentence in particular.


You are here by assigned a position in the prison chambers as the personal guard to a dragon rider.

His stomach would knot up in disgust. Of all the people in the world to be paired with. With a grunt he'd continue forward, heading towards his new target. Hopefully this assignment would pass quickly and the rider would fall into someone else's hands.

Your name is Ae'theoran Lie

It was like a faraway voice, one that spoke in an echo, though it sounded strangely familiar. It wasn't human, he thought, but it belonged.

"..That is a bit of a mouthful," he answered back with a bit of playful cynicism, more asleep than awake, ".. what else is there?"

The voice didn't answer for a moment, though (apparently now named) Ae'theoran felt a wave of foreign uncertainty fill him. This time he was reading the Other's thoughts and they answered....I do not know.

"He must be aware of the connection now," the Ae'theoran heard an outsider say. Opening his eyes, he gazed through thick eyelashes to the guard at the gate of the dark room, staring in on him and speaking with another.

"Did you get a name out of him yet?" the dwarf, his comrade, asked.

"I haven't even heard him say a word until now. I suspect--"

He wasn't, however, paying much attention, bringing a hand to his bandaged forehead. He caught words such as I don't trust him, something about a rider and then he caught the tail end of the dwarf's sentence, "--it seems the guard is here."

The dark skinned human sat up, running his hand through his chocolate colored hair, feeling more bumps and tender areas than he would have liked. He peered down at himself, feeling his knee-high boots first. Though they didn't look like any ordinary human wear, they were sleak and wine-red with a metallic sheen with veins of of grays in blacks. He then looked at his hands, wrought with gauntlets of the same materials. Form fitting chest plate, and layered armor on his stomach and back to ensure movement.

Funny, he didn't remember having such good taste in clothing. A sheath was at his belt, though empty.

Well, to be quite frank, Ae'theoran Lie didn't remember anything at all. Who he was, where he was, why he heard voices in his head. Despite this, he took it all quite well, pulling one knee up, he rested his arm atop his leg, peering lazily around his dungeon. Wherever he was, it wasn't friendly by any means. With a barred door and guards and a nice little shit-hole in corner. He didn't even get a bed.

"...Well isn't this lovely," he commented lightly, raising a dark brow.

Remember......

The voice was distinctive and sweet in its own way. A gentle trickle in Ae'theorans mind that would fade away just as quickly as it had come. Who's voice was it? In due time all would be revealed to him. For now he would have to wait and the mysterious voice left in the dark. The voice that spoke next was certainly not such a sweet one. The current guard standing in front of Ae'theorans cell was more then pleased that the new one had arrived.

"About bloody time someone else got here. Ah! They sent you to watch him? Well it does make sense. You're supposed to be better trained, eh?"

The heavy clink of iron boots would announce his departure away and the almost chipper 'bye' that echoed near the entrance to the cells. The creature that stood in the door way was much taller then the human guard and the dwarf currently standing there. His hair was a deep onyx with gentle silver highlights entwined. He kept it partially pinned back but let the rest of his wavy tresses cascade down his neck and across his shoulders.

Porcelain hued skin seemed flawless in the dim lighting. As if he was born to hold a darker beauty then anyone should. It wasn't the almost feminine design to his features however that stood out the most. Instead dark lashes framed a pair of strikingly jade eyes that seemed to pierce through the dark itself and watch his victims with a predatorial gaze. At first one would think he was simply a beautiful man but upon closer inspection the pointed ears, willowly figure, and unnatural grace would give his true race away.

His form would cross the room with out a single word spoken to the others. Instead he'd stop in front of the cell and promptly let his gaze wander over the prisoners. Lips would finally part to let a few words flow past them.

"Raerali Rilyn'athem, I shall be your keeper"

If he knew any elvish his name might make him smile or at least laugh a little on the inside. If not perhas he might learn its meaning later on down the road.

"Aethe," he said back, peering thoughtfully at his supposed "keeper". He did not know much about his situation, save his full name and a voice inside of his head. He could at least keep one secret, own one thing about himself in a world where floated astray. He would own his full name alone.

These people were not friendly, though, mused Aethe, the figure that stood a mere 20 feet away was friendly on the eyes. Aethe seemed ordinary in comparison to the foreign beauty, taking in the form in silent reverie. He had no shame, why would he? He was a prisoner with nothing to lose; his liquid amber eyes laced the jaw line, the lithe form and then finally, to the eyes carved of jade.

Raerali Rilyn'athem

The name danced upon his thoughts but did not hold. Language and meaning seemed to exist, but alas, forgotten, locked away in some faraway chasm of his mind. He answered his mild frustration with, "--Pretty, however, I doubt I will remember it, though believe me I will try." He offered a mock smile to his captures, "In the mean time, my supposed keeper, what would you like me to call you? I am simple, I need a simpler name."

A stream of information filled his skull, his gaze flickered toward the dwarf that stood next to this Keeper, the look of mild disgust on his features as he peered at the back-turned Raerali. He is an elf, this man, and dwarves do not work well with elves. This little fact brought strength to the amnesiac, to know that maybe, this world was not so strange.

His mind was a blank slate, it gave him peace of mind if only to say: he knew nothing.

"..May I ask, Sir Keeper," he dubbed him until otherwise stated, "What is my crime for such luxurious lodgings?" he stated lightheartedly, peering around his room as though seeing it for the first time, "surely something heinous to not deserve a pillow."

Aethe did not stand up, instead let his yellow eyes fall back home to the pallid skinned man with the pointed ears. He waited with a look of true curiosity.

"Tell me more about myself, though I dare wish to know this world that a creature such as you lives in." He sounded like a child feigning ignorance, with respect for little, however, he couldn't have been more honest.

'It is wise to keep your name a secret.. Surely the elf uses a name given to him through a title and not his true one.'

The voice that invaded Aethes mind was filled with humor and held a tone of mild interest. This voice seemed quite content to fill his mind and slither its way across each memory that he held. However they were locked to Aethe himself. Something this voice knew all to well. After all he was the other half that he couldn't remember. It could return to him soon. Perhaps the elf would help jog his memories back into place.

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"I couldn't expect someone like you to remember it"

Lips would part into a small, bemused smile. Moving to stand up and turn his gaze back over to the Dwarf. The hostility was certainly there but he didn't express it in his features. Instead he'd calmly relax his arms by his sides and stared the much shorter male down. Intentionally or not it didn't really matter.

"You're excused. I'll take care of the prisoner from now on"

With out waiting for a reply his attention would promptly switch over to Aethe once more. Focusing his entire attention on him alone now. The dwarf had his order and he had nothing more to say to him. Surely he didn't enjoy being in his dank holding area anymore then the Dwarf wanted him to be there.

"I'm known as Rear to those that can't pronounce my name correctly. You are a prisoner of the Varden. Your crimes are plentiful, that I can assure you of. It is however suspicion of being a traitor that has lead you here to this pleasant 'room'"

Raising himself up to his full height, resting his right hand on one of the bars separating himself from Aethe. There was no real emotion playing on his features. Merely a serene stoic facade that seemed to never change. Even speaking of such a dire subject he didn't seem to have much of an emotional charge to it.

"As for yourself I know very little. From what I've learned your memories have been locked up and we could not recover them. Because of this the Varden has deemed you a threat and a traitor until proved otherwise. You will listen to no one but me unless you wish to find yourself amongst less pleasant individuals that would rather cut out your tongue then listen to your pleas"

Aethe was lucky to have the elf as a guard. While Rear was certainly the oddity amongst the Varden he was the only one that would not judge solely based on suspicions. Aethe was at a neutral standing with him for now. If he proved to be a pleasant prisoner then his view might shift into a more positive side. If not his pleasant demeanor would be quick to change into something less beautiful.

"Now tell me....What do you recall about yourself?"

ooc: I totally have the flu and feeling up to replying today. Who knows how I will feel the rest of this week though, so I may go quiet.


This voice, Aethe was sure, or at least convinced, was not his own conscience speaking and indeed a being. It seemed trustworthy, hell, if it could read his thoughts he hoped it was. Despite his inner conflict to trust the being or not, none of his private conversation showed upon his face. To the elf, he seemed pretty content on getting rid of the excess dirt beneath his nails. He tried, for the first time, to converse mentally instead of aloud.

And is it wise to trust you? What manner of creature are you? Do you have a name?

The thought wasn't demanding, just curious. The connection seemed comfortable, noted Aethe, as though this were normal.

He watched this Raer send away the dwarf, happy to see the man be put in his place. The small smirk that he didn't realize was forming quickly was wiped from his mouth upon the next thing the Keeper said to him. What bothered wasn't necessarily the words that were spoken about tongue cutting, and being a traitor to some important establishment, no, it was the listlessness in this elf's tone. As though speaking of the weather rather than his life. This was very curious to Aethe. It reminded him of an executioner.. why did that quality spark his admiration?

What should he say? That he knew nothing? Was that worse than lying? But how could he fake living in a world that he knew nothing about? Honesty, perhaps was the best policy, he thought hesitantly. He wouldn't go out without being an ass though.

"I would like to think I had a grandmother named Sue," he said lightly, meeting the frigidity of the elf's eyes with his own liquid amber. He smiled lightly, "though that could be a hunch."

He then let up the charade for a moment, and stood up. Wobbly, as though not used to his own two feet. He stood straight; suddenly capable.

He turned heel and walked with long strides toward the gate of his room, curling his long fingers around the bars and peering outward at the elf, so close now. "...And anyway.. I asked first. I am sure you have more to say anyway." He said casually, tilting head in the fire light.


As the light hit his features, it was clear that he was human, though his ears were pointed slightly due to his hidden nature unbeknownst to himself. A silvery symbol peaked on the right side of his neck, on the high collar of his armor, not unlike a gedwëy ignasia. Aethe's features were worn, a light scar split his left eyebrow cutting the dark hair in half; crinkles under his eyes showed that he was a man used to smiling, though with kindness or cruelty he seemed equally capable of. A man of conflicting features, his eyebrows had a sinister slant to them while the golden amber of his irises seemed glowing with a strange sincerity.

He waited curiously, finally taking in all that was this elf. He did not blink.

Sharpened claws made a unnerving tap against the stone beneath it. Echoing down a long, dark corridor and fadeing into the distance. The briefest glint of a darkened jade would flash in the torch light as something rather large slithered by. To most it was a trick of the eye but to those that knew it was something to be feared.

'Very wise to trust me. I was born to serve and protect you after all. My name is Jadeir my friend and the rest you will find out soon enough'

Lips would curl back, revealing long splintered teeth in the dark. Eyes a murky golf would flutter closed. A smile or a grimace? Hard to tell.


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"Your humor is not appreciated"

A breif flutter of dark lashes and an almost downward twitch of his lips. However the small flicker of displeasure was quickly replaced with that calm and serene look that had graced it before. As he approached the bars there was a small shift in his stance. A little more guarded on his behalf now that the other had come closer to him. It was never wise to leave oneself open to any form of attack. Including a verbal assault.

Long, spidery fingers would coil down and grasp something cold and metallic. Then wth a light clank a set of keys would be lifted into view and he'd casually slip to the key he wanted. Then he'd let his gaze fall back onto the other male once more. There was no distrust but neither did he show any trust for him.

"I'm going to take you somewhere. I would like for you to meet someone that will help you remember who you are"

Sliding the key into the lock and then twisting it. With a click the door would unlock and he'd open it just wide enough to slip inside. Now face to face with Aethe and no bars to separate them. He'd put his keys away and then promptly motioned for him to raise his arms forward. A small bundle of rope would be untied from his hip.

"For the safety of the Varden. So long as you don't try and escape then no harm will come to you while I'm watching"

And he never lied. So long as Aethe kept himself calm and didn't try anything then everything would go smoothly. If Aethe complied to his wishes he'd move to grasp onto his wrists. His hands were smooth and soft as if he'd never worked a day in his life. However the firm strength, his movements, and the weapons he had showed this was far from true. Once the ropes were firmly tied he'd move to place a hand on Aethes shoulder and lead him out of his cell.

"Do not be alarmed if you receive a cold greeting from others"

And he'd lead him down the hallway. Those that passed by either steered clear of them or gave Aether a scornful look of hatred. It would take them some time to reach their destination. On the way they'd pass various people and things. A glimpse of the city that the Varden had started to build.

It was down a gloomy hallway that their trip would end. His hand would release Aethe and he'd promptly stare into the dark as if Aethe had become non-existent.

"You can come out"

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His chosen one had arrived. He could smell and hear him long before he could see him. Once the boy had arrived and the elf had spoken a deep rumble would escape his chest. A 'laugh' if there ever was one. Claws would slide across the stone and he'd step forward. Emerging into the light for Aethe to see. He was tall and slender but certainly muscular. Scales were a deep forest green and shimmered in the torch light. Golden gaze was filled with mirth and a sense of amusement at the whole ordeal.

'You are a rider, Aethe and I am your dragon'

His gaze would flicker to the elf and he'd speak to him. Allowing Aethe to hear what he has to say as well.

'I find your brothers in arm to be quite rude, Elf. However you seem to be of good graces. I thank you for bringing me my rider'

Then with out another word he'd turn to peer at Aethe once more. As if expecting a flood of memories to come pouring back to him at any moment.

The likes of that which was venerable and archaic lingered in the air. Licks of old magic touched on his memory like an old friend, which indeed perhaps it was, in the form of Jadeir. The word, the name rather, breathed of mountains and whispers of trees.

Aethe was used to having his attentions divide by now, wanting to only ask more of the nature of his sharer of thoughts did his keeper unlock his door. He instantly took a step back out of simple habit of concern, hesitant to come when summoned, he gave an odd expression of befuddlement before finally stepping forward and offering his hands to be tied.

"Do all elves have your sense of humor or am I just lucky?" he asked mock conversationally as the other knotted the ropes tighter than he would have liked, wondering the reason for this half-trust that was given to him. Assessing the level of security and the supposed power behind a title like 'traitor to the Varden' Aethe imagined he was some dangerous foe. And yet here he was, outside his cell with only a rope to hold him there.

He felt rather capable of escaping, some hidden and apparently non-based sense of confidence dwelled there, perhaps only logical to a memory that was locked away of some power dwelled within. Even underground, weaponless, with a guard of an elf he felt was probably more capable than what he appeared to be. Aethe just simply knew..

For a moment or two of fleeting thought, he considered it, but he let his heart slow upon prudence. He kept his eyes on the elf that seemed like he wouldn't even so much as give him a glance in return; though perhaps this was good, for if he had seen his eyes, perhaps he would see the conflict that was there. Aethe wasn't going to run. For whatever reason this elf believed him for now and he had no real purpose anyway. No where to go in the world.

He couldn't irritably think, wouldn't it be nice if the elf actually was being helpful? Though Aethe wasn't really being fair, he wasn't either.

Though, he liked to think he didn't need a babysitter. A very good looking, raven and silver haired, elven babysitter.

To get cold looks, Aethe went on to consider privately upon following this Raer, was something he was not all surprised to get (as he was warned and upon what kind of welcome he had gotten so far) though he did not gather they would be so full of bitterness. Many dwarves and one or two humans gave him no glance at all or the worse possibly given. The amber eyed prisoner simply met their gazes unscathed, assessing them all quietly as they came, trying to understand the sun by staring at it.

Well, the greatest hatred comes from the greatest of fears.. so what is there to fear in me? He pondered to himself, but let the other hear as well, feeling none of his thoughts were filtered anyway.

A brief glance out the door way showed the fires of workers camps and high walls of stone, with no ceiling he could see as the edge of the doorway cut it short. Though.. Aethe, tried to imagine such height.. he frowned.

The hallway became dark, though he adjusted well, dwelling in such dark for so long, it was when the glitter of emerald and the breathe of a beast approached did Aethe realize this was not what he expected.

Though he did not feel fear upon meeting eyes with the dragon. Awe, pride, a sense of majesty and beholder of wonder, though most of all contentment.

Aethe stood next to Raer quietly for a long moment, expressionless and in deep thought. It seemed in his body language, he was contemplating whether he should get closer or not, as though it were a matter of trust, but both the Dragon and the Rider knew otherwise, it was simply the reuniting that he was trying to fathom.

Jadeir. The name meant earth-bound and seren and it was he, Aethe, that had given the name. Memories like flickers of light in a very deep darkness, he could see many images, and echoes of things, but understood few. Sentences formed, however, like a story trying to unravel, Aethe let the strings uncoil... He was younger, and knew few names with meaning, but it was the young psychic creature that give it life. And Jadeir was born in the shadow of a desert mountain, in the very desert that he, too was born.. Images of breaking forest green stones and quiet moonlit cliffs flickered and formed and broke apart. It seemed that other pictures of what could be described as flashes of violent red and misshapen faces.. blotted out other images like blinding lightning in a storm. And his memories were then deemed quiet before anymore was understood. For moment, Aethe seemed more disturbed by this than helped. He regained composure quickly.

And the majesty of the adult dragon remained, standing before him in the present, a terrible power to any enemy of such a beast, the human stepped forward. He lifted his tied hand and place a gloved hand upon the other's breathing chest and closed his eyes. A heart beat could be felt, a powerful pulse. A small smile broke his lips before he opened them again and said aloud.

"It has been too long, I too thank Sir Raer for our reunion," he peered upward once more toward him, His Dragon. How long have we been gone? Seems like ages, old friend. Aethe looked over his shoulder at Raer. Apologies for not introducing you, Jadeir, I figure it was up to if you wanted to use your real name or not.

He wasn't all that fond of humor. Not the most jovial of men or rather elves at least. He had his moments though when that spark of good will seemed to pass through and one of those real smiles graced his lips. For now though his mood was far from pleasant and he was simply doing his job. There was no sympathy for rider or dragon. No real trust in them either. He simply wanted to help jog Aethes memory a little. It would be best if he did remember and could prove he was innocent of the crimes he was currently charged with.

The question posed to him would only be met with a simple glance in the riders direction. Clearly the elf either had no intention of talking with him or was simply thinking to himself and didn't wish to share his thoughts with the rider. After all, what was there to say anyway? They were both displeased with the current arrangements but nothing could be done about it.

The trip there was mostly quiet save for the few greetings to the Elf which were returned with that same passive tone. From the looks of it he didn't have any real attachment to these people but merely spoke to them to be polite and to keep good graces with the Vardens people.

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There are many simplistic things in life. A life is born and then taken all in one swift moment. Reunions, love, loss, and so many other conflicting emotions however were far from simple. Especially when it came to a bond so great that it surpassed even the deepest love. Jadeir was far from a simplistic beast and his rider was much the same. In his muddled thoughts her let nothing slip. Simply let his feelings settle as he stared down at his rider.

When that hand reached up to touch his chest he'd flick his tail around, curling it against his body and then allowing it to curve around Aethes legs. This was a reunion he was pleased to have. One that would never be forgotten either.

'The elf has a good quality about him don't you think? I think he can be trusted. However do not tell him everything just yet. If anything, get close to him. It would be wise to have a friend amongst enemies don't you think?'

Then his attention would shift to the quiet elf. Looking him over before leaning past Aethe and sticking his face in front of his.

'You're quite the handsome man, Raer. I think it's lucky of us to have such a wonderful keeper, don't you think Aethe?'

Turning his gaze back over to his rider now. Surely he had to agree with him.

'Better then a dwarf or human to say in the least. I probably would've eaten them if they'd been attending to me. Silly creatures that they are. But you... You're of the old magic. You know how my kin are'

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The words being spoken hardly seemed to phase him. The thanks were merely accepted with a nod of his head. However it was when the dragon leaned in towards him that he promptly put his guard up. The moment his 'beauty' was spoken of he'd feel a like flush tint his cheeks. It was one thing to be teased by humans or dwarves but to have a dragon speak of it so openly. Well, it certainly meant something now didn't it?

He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. However once the subject was changed and he was removed from the spot light the elf would let his features wane back into that serene and peaceful gaze once more.

"I wouldn't let any others be your keeper. They would've certainly been eaten long before they could even talk to you. It only makes sense that they'd assign me to your rider as well"

His gaze would flicker over to Aethe and then back to Jadeir. He knew very well that the pair could over power him at any moment. However he didn't show it and didn't bother to threaten or try to make himself appear to be any bigger or better then he was. There was no point in such a thing.

"Depending on both of your behaviors and how much I can trust you. I will be able to start taking you out for walks so that you're not cooped up in the dark all the time"

It'd be a good opportunity for them to bond again and for the dragon to help Aethe recall his memories.

Aethe had little time to reflect much upon his own character, but he knew quickly that he was perhaps paranoid, and cynical; questioning inwardly every statement and action made by the keeper Raer. Why this trust when so many, as he had just seen, were so incredibly bitter. Did he know something that they did not? Was he not so associated with these Varden outsiders? That could be the only explanation, as he had not seen a single elf other than Raer, and no one quite so neutral in his opinions of him.

Jadeir thought them lucky, and perhaps he was right. Aethe could not help but find that his inability to know himself a bit disturbing, and disliked the idea of the elf perhaps knowing more. Every movement he made was a judgment of character, and how could Aethe say the Varden was wrong for mistrusting them?

Aethe had gone quiet in a moment of thought, trying to figure out his priorities. His hand upon his dragon's chest reminded him of what he cared for most, and that being Jadeir's well being, and and thus freedom. Resolve formed in the Rider's mind, and he peered at Raer and nodded in agreement, disliking the idea of having to submit to another's authority, but knowing that he had no other choice for the moment.

"Trust is something that I suppose must be mutual in order to be gained," Aethe said, no more humor in his voice. He peered up at Jadeir a moment, before stepping away from the dragon toward Raer. His arms lowered to not show hostility, his shoulders however seemed tense.

A dark thought crossed Aethe's mind to Jadeir: Why should we submit when he should be the one every bit afraid of us? Do they think we will stay here, mistrusted and treated like animals in cages? He repressed the snarl he was feeling build, keeping his face like stone, he tried to quell his thoughts to finish the sentence he had begun. Despite his ragings, his tone was quiet, "..Perhaps you can tell us why there is a Varden, and what accounts of Dragons and Riders make us default foes?"

He hoped his mutinous thoughts would not be given away, so he did not look directly at the elf, but instead, out the barred doors.

Toes would curl in mock annoyance of his riders words. He was impatient to find himself again and to find a way of out this dank hole they were in. In due time they would be free but now was not the time. So when those dark thoughts crossed Aethes mind he'd promptly turn to stare at his rider and pushing his mouth forward would graze the back of his shirt with those sharp teeth. A warning not to get so moody.

'In due time we will be free. Until then try and relax yourself. The elf is doing his job and is the only one that is judging us fairly'

His point was made and he didn't have anything else to say about it. For now he'd listen to what his rider and raer had to say.

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Watched the actions taking place between them. He was certainly not surprised and didn't say anything. This was between them and he had no part in it. When all seemed to calm down and the dragon had relaxed again he'd turn his attention back to Aethe and let his gaze narrow faintly.

"Some of the riders have turned against the old ways. They've begun to murder and pillage. You've been suspected of being on of these riders"

His lips formed into a firm line.

"The Varden was created to combat these riders and to keep the world safe"

He'd close his eyes and then moved to step away from the pair.

"Lets go then. I'll get you something to eat and drink"

A breathe of air escaped his cracked lips, as though Jadeir himself deflated him upon his touch.

There was a long pause in Aethe's thoughts before he answered finally. ..You are right. Prudence is probably better. I am being too hasty. The vagueness of Raer's answer made it clear that they would perhaps have to earn more information. Maybe when he regained his memory, he would know without asking. It made sense though, if no one here knew who they were, they probably were not allied with them. But.. why would someone betray the "old ways"? He could not see Jadeir and himself senselessly killing, unless..

Aethe nodded to Raer quietly, peering at the back of his raven head, pondering what thoughts dwelled within. He could not help but wonder if all elves were this fair, though the indifference was slightly bewildering. If there was any emotion there, Aethe could not read it.

It seemed that they may be here awhile. If he could prove that they were trustworthy..

He felt his insides hurt with hunger and sighed, "Shall I be following you back into confinement then?" he said, exasperated. It did not feel quite so bad with Jadeir there, but he knew it was unlikely they could stay alone together for now.

He paused and wondered what boundaries he could press, if another day would not die without there being some progress. I suppose some honesty would be better than nothing at all.. He changed subjects for a moment, he spoke to Raer's turned back, "..I do not know whether we are these traitors you speak of, as I remember little. I can only thank you for your justice that you have given us. But I am true when I say, what information I have now is little more than fragments of things that only confuse rather than enlighten. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them. I want to gain your trust so that Jadeir may fly again." He ended seriously. He went silent.

Watched with a cold calculating gaze. He was a dragon and this elf knew very well what he could do. There was a mutual respect between them. One that would not be crossed. He seemed to know what his rider was thinking. Then again how couldn't he? Surely the elf might not see it when it came to these situations but his eyes weren't closed. With a rumble he'd move to stand up, long limbs streaching out to relax tensed muscles.

Then his voice would slip into Aethes mind. Full of humor and yet serious all the same.

'I see the way you're eyeing him Aethe. If you think him so beautiful why not invite him into your bed?'

Then he'd turn away. He had nothing more to say to his rider. He was sure he'd understand full well what he was talking about. Even to him the elves were a unique race and quite beautiful in a willowy, almost whispy, manner.

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"No you'll be dining with me. I would rather eat in a more green area"

It was out of the chamber that he'd lead him. Listening to make sure Aethe was following along behind him. It seemed now that Aethe hadn't tried to escape the elf would let him walk at his own pace with out keeping a hand on him. Escaping down winding corridors lighted with torches the elf would eventually take him to two large oak doors. Construction was still taking place and the intricate designs had not been finished yet.

Into the mess hall he'd go and motioned to a table. "Sit here and I'll be back with our food", there were to many people for him to escape so the elf felt find letting him sit at the table. Plus he could see him from where he was anyway. Aethe would only have to wait a short while before he returned carrying a tray with food and drinks. Setting it down on the table he'd motion to the meat and bread. Obviously that was for him.

He himself had an assortment of vegetables and fruits. He didn't eat meat and didn't plan on ever doing so. Once he was settled down and relaxed he'd begin to eat. Taking his time and never really bothering to look up at Aethe. Personally he liked a silent meal but if the other spoke up he might oblige him in some light banter. Hard to say really.

Like being shoved off balance, Aethe let a rather abashed smile touch his lips, peering over his shoulder at his dragon, he saw his old friend disappear into the darkness, Jadeir leaving his comment as his last.

Aethe called after him in his mind, knowing fully well that there was no hiding the truth from the Dragon, but all the same- If only gaining trust were so easy as asking such requests. Without a bed, no less! Amusement filled his mind, and he knew that Jadeir was trying to make light of a truth. There was no denying it, Aethe's gaze laced the elf once more. Again, their eyes did not meet.

He could not really decide whether he was infinitely irritated with their Keeper or modestly grateful. Every comment that passed reminded him of dog training - "If you sit for me, you will get a treat." Although politely, Aethe noted, but at least they weren't dogs being kicked. He would almost rather have that, so that maybe, Jadeir and himself could lash out and escape. Now, despite all the choices they might have, it seemed that walking out of here might be an option rather than try to fight their way to freedom.

Diplomacy was not his strong point. Impulse seemed better. Though, of course, perhaps this was why Jadeir chose him as his rider, so that he may learn patience. Aethe tried not to snort. Even Jadeir was about ready to eat one of the dwarves by the time they arrived, though he was the one keeping him in check.

So he followed the elf obligingly, walking in a bored stupor and being sure he looked at every single person that stared at him in a sort of passive aggressive resistant. He noticed many down cast their eyes upon meeting his, and he wondered idly if they were afraid of him.

Time was abstract underground, for all he knew, he had just woken up and it was morning, but it seemed it was dinner time. Or at least, from the look of the meal, it was. His wrists unbound, he sat down quietly, he removed his gauntlets and gloves, mechanical memory not failing him as he seemed to remember how to undo the complicated latches. The quiet was like a thick blanket laid upon them, to Raer, however, the quiet seemed second nature, but now that Aethe was no longer speaking to Jadeir, his mind was unoccupied and restlessness settled in. The only sound was Aethe placing the metal-lain garments on the hard surface of the table with a 'kuklunk'.

It was when Aethe noticed something. His hands that had been covered all the while were exposed. Beneath his shortly-trimmed nails, he noticed something dark and crusty, and instantly he knew what it was without smelling or tasting it. To any onlooker, it looked like dirt, but..

Aethe was quite certain it was blood.

Trying to keep his panic down, he placed his hands on the table, seemingly staring at his food. He didn't want to make an overt effort to bring attention to his hands, so he picked up a fork and impaled a chunk of meat and proceeded to chew it slowly. Paranoia, always there, he had concluded that he was too hungry to wonder whether it was laced with anything.

If the other wanted to be quiet, Aethe liked to think he would attempt to be silent as well. He almost longed for company of Jadeir, or even to be alone, but with Raer, he felt unsettled. Like he didn't know what to say. But the more he pondered upon it, he figured the less he cared. Their personalities clashed, he all ready knew, or perhaps it was just Raer's sense of job that clashed.

Aethe had no problem with conflict, none at all. It was better than silence.

So finally, without much more hanker for thought, he cut the silence with a light question - as though asking about the weather: "--I have a feeling that you would rather be somewhere else, Sir Keeper, perhaps with your own kind? I see not one dwarf look at you with gratitude. Is it some placed sense of duty that keeps you here, or do you enjoy babysitting?" He continued to stab his food, not expecting much for answers, with all the ones he had asked before.

The silence was pleasant and the meal delicious. The one thing he enjoyed here besides training. It wasn't even the thrill of sparring with others that made him enjoy it. It was simply the feeling of movement and proving those drunken midgets were nothing compared to himself. However such thoughts were his alone and he didn't plan on sharing it with his current companion.

The mechanical clicks of armor removal didn't seem to phase him. So long as the boy knew the basic functions in life that was all that mattered. To most the blood would go unnoticed but his slightly twitchy movements caught the elfs eye. If he really did notice the blood he said nothing. It was none of his concern after all. Just another missing link to what was about to come.

"When you're finished we'll be heading to the training hall. At that time a new body guard will be assisting you until I return"

Least to say Aethe would get to stand there like a rock and do nothing while he went off and trained for a short while. There wasn't enough trust yet to allow him near any weapon let alone wield one while civilians were running about. As for the question the rider had posed there was still no answer. He seemed to be choosing his words wisely or if he should even speak at all.

After chewing on an apple slice for a few moments he'd finally turn his gaze up and over to Aethe. Focusing on the male and letting his gaze study his features for a few moments.

"To tell the truth I long for the lush forests of my home. These dwarves do not want me here and only hold their tongue because of the Varden leader. I stay here because the Varden needs me and my leader has requested that I help them. I can not disobey my queen"

It would be treason if he did. Going against her wishes to do as he wanted. His lips would form into a light frown at the thought. Perhaps it was for the best though. One couldn't always have what they wanted and he was no exception to this rule. Maybe one day he could return and settle back down into his quiet living. If he ever got lucky.

"Until I'm called back home my days will be spent here...with you"

Well then, now more then ever he felt the bitter sting of longing. It was hard to forget and even he had faults. While humans let their emotions get the better of them he let them slowly die. This turmoil would pass inside while his features remained stoic and unwavering.

Aethe had no discipline of thought, perhaps making him wonder - as some kind of Dragon Rider, if he was well trained in control or not. He was not sure whether it was purely sadist nature or perhaps just territorial - but he wanted to see Raer's emotion. To see something stir on the glass surface of the elf. Maybe the bastard was actually more than just order and commands.

The apathetic features of the elf flickered with subtle longing brought about a thought to Aethe, to find that the elf was indeed humane and not made of mechanical parts was slightly comforting to Aethe, whom knew his life was ran by impulse, emotion and everything that Raer seemed not to be. Loyalty to authority meant little to the Rider, and the idea of sacrificing ones life for anyone else seemed very strange to him.

"I admire your loyalty and sense of duty, for I have none," he began, looking at Raer and leaning his hairy chin on his knuckles, peering back at him, "I can say I too set aside my happiness for another, but I can hardly say he is my king-"

The large stone doors and the far side of the small dining area opened dramatically, causing Aethe to let his fork hover over his food and and peer from his position of resting his head upon his hand. He raised an eyebrow curiously and remained quiet as the leading man peered intently on Raer, seemingly not noticing him there at all.

The man was tall, about a head taller than Aethe and human. His skin was brown like leather and his hair and beard were a mixture of gold and silver. Lines of strife and age carved his wood-like face, and behind two bushy eyebrows, there were two dark fiery eyes were that of a leader's, or someone extremely capable. Aethe figured him a general of some kind and not simply because of his chain mail and sword.

Raer knew him as Weldon, leader of the Varden, currently accompanied by two dwarves that too were of high ranking according to bronze color of their armor, directly under their brutish Dwarven leader, King Azdar.

"Apologies for the intrusion upon your dinner, Raerali," the Varden leader spoke with with respect upon approaching the elf, his step strong, voice deep. "I am afraid you will finish it at a later date, I have some news from Brom that needs to be shared, and condolences made."

Aethe sat up fully when he noticed the Varden leader's eyes momentarily rest on him before returning to Raer. Two pairs of eyes, those of the dwarves, never let their gazes leave him, both looking rather battle ready for a simple message. Weldon placed a large knobby hand on his sword subconsciously. "Your duties will be filled for the night, if you would like, though that is up to you, my friend. Let speak of this in private," he turned half way, and outstretched his arm to the door, inviting him out. The atmosphere was thick with the three guest's weary expressions.

It became clear of the purpose of the dwarves, meant to stay behind with Aethe in Raer's absense, weapons ready. The Rider put down his fork, suddenly losing his appetite.

Duty, respect, and admiration came with a job like his. However hardships, strife, and many more horrible aspects also came with it. His position was one of great hardship but not many noticed these things. When Aethe spoke so boldly of having no obligations to duty he almost felt like striking out at the man. How he simply lifted his gaze to him and focused his gaze on him intently.

"As a true rider you have a duty to these people and to the world. To defend them from the corrupt and to save innocent lives. Perhaps you truly are an enemy"

He said nothing more because at that moment the doors swung open. His gaze would flicker over to him and much like a cat he was already up and standing in one fluid movement. Those words sent a chill down his spine and made him wish that he'd never come through the doors. A glance was given to the dwarves and then back to the Varden leader.

"Weldon..."

These was a tinge of worriment in his voice. Something bad had happened and it seemed as if it might relate to him. However he'd nod to the dwarves in thanks for taking over for now.

"I will hear your news and then continue my duties. I would not wish this task onto any other. Aethe, thats his name, tends to wear on ones nerves"

Was that... a crack of humor? It seemed so for the faintest of smiles had crossed his features. Then he'd move to walk with Weldon and right out those beautiful doors. Once outside and away from the others he'd peer at him sternly. Whatever news he had had to be dire if it meant he was being called away from such work.

"What news do you have? Something from home?"

Was he needed back home? Maybe something had happened to his queen or his people? It planted a seed of fear in his heart. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

[ ooc: sorry for the lazy post, I didn't really look over it. Nithdaer and Raer's relationship we can define more if you would like via PM. ]

As he watched the keeper, he couldn't help but find himself indifferent to the answer, sitting up fully, he watched the elf leave him and disappear behind the door. Aethe couldn't help but say out loud after him, knowing he couldn't be heard, "..wouldn't it be nice if one of us knew?" He sighed and peered at his fellow prison guards. A mischievous curve touched his brow, and the two Dwarves drew their swords.

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"Aethe?" Weldon walked with the elf, with the same pace as that of a friend, not faster nor slower. He was the one that had asked for the queen for Raer, knowing of his abilities with magic that were useful against old powers such as dragon riders. And Brom, with many connections with the elves, had known Raerali personally, and trusted him. Weldon, upon meeting Raer, found him to be quite a paragon to his race, it had not taken long for the Elven man to gain his trust. He went on.

"..Obviously he is human, but the origin of name sounds unfamiliar, almost Elvish..," he stated at the tail end of a thought, only focusing on it a little. It seemed the Rider was not of his concern, or at least one of his fewer ones at the moment. This in itself seemed odd, but with the range of the leaders responsibilities, perhaps leaving the load to Raer, he thought, was a better idea.

They followed a long tunnel into the open city of the hollow volcano, turning up a large plethora of stone steps that overlooked the great expanse of the city. The talk was small and revealed little, creating a more tense atmosphere than thought before. They reached the top most level where his chamber resided, and Weldon opened the door for the Elf, allowing him inside and offered a large, wooden chair - hand crafted by the Dwarves. He walked toward a long table at one side of his desk, where water and Dwarven ale resided. He popped the cork off the top of the circular bottle and poured Raer a drink, this being much the fashion of a human.

The well learned man knew that Raer would deny the drink, as most Elves preferred a more organic existence, but did so anyway. He let out a sigh and peered at the elf, a kind enough man to spare the Elf a sympathetic look, he began finally. He spoke the Ancient Language, not wanting to be overheard, and while doing so ensured the Elf that he was telling the truth. A great negotiator with the Elves, it was not unknown that he could speak the language, though it did not sound quite so elegant on his lips.

"<..Raerali-Vor..>" A suffix, meaning friend, his voice heavy and true,"<..I have known Brom for many more years than I would like,>" he spoke lightheartedly, and sat down the drink upon the wooden surface, "< and I have learned that vengeance is never a very flattering state of mind. Brom, while great, is an example of this.>"

Ever since Saphira had been killed by Morzan, it seemed that Brom had lost it a bit. Raer had not spoken to his old acquaintance since the death of his dragon, as Brom was secretive and fighting his own demons. The tragedy was enough for him to step down from his post as the Warden leader, and bequeath it to Weldon whom seemed to know him best and spoke to him the most. The middle aged man turned and stepped heavily behind his table and pulled from a heavy drawer and procured a leather pouch, small in the man's large hands.

He poured the contents of the small bag into his palm and outstretched it to Raer, revealing the ornament within.

"<Nithdaer is dead. As you well knew, he and Ril'sa have been missing the past few weeks and we found them, fallen from great height on the North East outskirts of Surda. It seems that more than just Urgals have rallied with Galbatorix. We think more Riders have joined his Empire, and sadly, what Riders we do know of - we are unsure if they are on our side. Lúthiel and Adama are patrolling the Eastern fields the best they can, trying to find evidence of the skirmish, but it seems very evident it was a rider. Ril'sa's neck was broken by an opposing dragon and Nithdaer..>" The Varden leader trailed off, as though not wanting to say anymore.

"<..we were sure it was him due to Ril'sa, of course, but it seemed his body was burnt leaving his only protection intact. You know well of this ward, and I think Nithdaer's memory would have it best be left to his friend.>" Weldon let the seemingly fragile bit of onyx metal fall into the Elf's hand. A key, though to what, it was unsure. A powerful magic, one that was imbued with words of the Ancient language that few recognized. It was a key that was unable to be touched by an enemy, though could be found by a friend. Now it seemed Raer would be the keeper of yet another secret that, again, he knew not of.

There was a pause as Weldon let Raer be silent for a moment in his thoughts.

"<...We think there are at least 7 other riders and dragons with Galbatorix, though Brom speculates even more than that. And eggs that were transported in Du Weldenvarden as of recent have gone missing. Of course I will let you know more when truth permits me and rumors and speculations should come less. If you feel you must return home where Nithdaer's body now resides, I will understand, but I assure you, Raer, no one can take your place here."

Weldon spoke without ridicule or goading. It was ultimately Raer's decision of what he felt like he must do. Raer understood his situation to some degree, and knew his duties well enough to judge them.

"..I am sorry, I know you were close to him and Ril'sa," Weldon spoke in basic and ended finally, quietly, and with great remorse. There seemed to be fewer dragons left in the world, and to Raer, one less friend.

[OOC: I'll send you a PM after I'm done with this post]

With Aethe left behind the elf had no reason to put up his guard. The elf was well informed of his surroundings and even more informed of the leader. A friend indeed was what he thought of them. The walk was tense however and the elf felt that this news was something he would not like. Something deep down inside of him told him that this would end up being more trouble then he wanted.

Passing through those doors sent a chill down his spine. As the chair was offered to him the elf would take a seat and stared at the Varden leader expectantly. As one thought the offer of ale would be waved off and he'd listen intently as Weldon began to talk. More and more the words spilling out of his mouth caused the dead and well and encompass him. Then all at once it was over and he'd move to stand up. There was no clear emotion on his features. Only the same serene, passive look he kept up.

"I thank you for telling me this gave news. He was indeed a close and dear friend to me"

Taking the key from that out streached hand he'd hold it tightly in his own. Favoring the feeling of knowing that this was the only thing he had left now of his dear fallen friend.

"I will stay here. While normally I would return to my Queen this is not grounds enough to leave. I shall send a letter of reguards to my people and let them know I will return later. Until then I will remain here and continue to watch over the prisoner"

He'd bow respectfully to Weldon and then turned to make his leave. Now was not the time to be completely polite. He gave him the answer he wanted and could now leave to greive on his own. To show his true emotions in front of the Varden leader was something he could not do. It was mostly his pride that wouldn't allow it.

The walk back to the mess hall seemed to take forever. The long winding halls and steps felt like a stone imprisonment and the more he walked the further into that dark despair he seemed to sink. When the large double doors were reached he'd pause for a moment and then proceeded inside. The dwarves would be dismissed with a simple hand wave. They were not needed any longer. Especially now that his sight had locked on Aethe.

The slow, casual walk seemed normal for the elf. Those passive features never once revealing how he felt. Until suddenly he was rushing across the last few feet of ground and leaping over the table to try and pounce ontop of Aethe. Should he manage to land on him and knock him to the ground the elf would snarl in anger. The sudden change in emotion was drastic and for the first time since he'd come to the varden he was showing true emotion.

"You bastards killed him! Took away the only person I truely cared about. I knew he couldn't trust the other riders and now he's dead! I should kill you here and now!"

A sharp breath, eyes wild with both rage and grief. It was over whelming and yet he seemed to restrain his body. Hundred of years of practice kept him from drawing his blade and slicing Aethe to shreds.

"My duties however are clear and I can not kill you. The moment you act up or turn into an annoyance for the Varden I will not hesitate to toss you aside like garbage"

Upon Raer's leaving of Weldon's room, a human soldier stepped in moments after the door closed, peering after Raer a moment in a mixture of sympathy for the Elven man and suspicion that he may be lingering in the doorway listening. Finally, sure that he wasn't, the middle aged warrior peered back at the Varden leader who was now sitting with his back turned at his table drinking deeply from the glass goblet. His senior officer, Fisk, looked at Weldon sadly. Knowing of Raer, Fisk said quietly to Weldon, "Did you mention that the prisoner had Nithdaer's sword?"

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"So.. I am going to make a stab in the dark. No females exist in your race, isn't that right? Or at least I haven't seen any. That makes me assume you two.. are what? Interbred brothers, lovers? You guys have about the same ugliness. How do your mating rituals work..? I am rather curious, really."

It had been a good 45 seconds of tense silence before Aethe got bored with it. Tapping his fingers on the table annoyingly, he finally gave way to leaning back in his chair, placing his boots on the table. He was currently strapping on his gauntlets and absently talking more at the dwarves rather than to them.

He seemed oblivious to their murderous looks as he finished with one of the complicated straps upon his forearm. They seemed to take the re-armoring of his hands as a threat - or perhaps, his words were simply insulting.

"Why you--" Began one wit a large white mustache and an axe. "Filthy barzuln! I'll have your head in the name of Guntera, I swear--!" The second dwarf was cut off by the reentrance of Aethe's keeper, Raer, whom the dragon rider was already, in a mere thirty minutes of absence, was missing.

He put his heels on the floor and sat up cooly, his once bored and listless expression replaced with a thoughtful one, one he only seemed to wear around Raer and Jadeir. He was about to make a smart comment after the dwarves when he was suddenly caught off guard by an intense expression of the Elfs that was directed like a well aimed arrow toward Aethe himself.

He was caught unawares and just as he began to stand up to meet Raer, he was shoved to the floor with a loud crack of armor and stone. His arms spread for impact, as he defensively tried to sit up with the elf holding him there. Lights danced upon his vision as he hit his head hard chair. His thoughtful expression was replaced by a confused one, then faded into one of frustrtion as he absorbed the Elf's emotion like a sponge. Lines carved his face, a hard slant of eyebrows dug into his amber eyes, and despite his annoyed confusion - little did it reveal of the anxiety of seeing true emotion from the Keeper.

He took hold of the Elf's biceps just as readily as Raer took hold of him, and tightly bound his grip. He would have shook sense into the Elf if he could, but currently being pinned, he only hoped his words would suffice -

His voice was calm, but louder than he would have liked as he snapped back at the Elf, "What-- what are you talking about--! What other riders??"

For all he knew, he was the one and only Rider, and Raer's accusations were getting worse. Aethe didn't let go.

"Don't take your anger out on me with your threats! I have no qualms with you, or your precious Varden, only that they keep my dragon from flight and rob me of my legs. Whatever truce you think is made, let it be made!" He spat, his words angry, but honest.

He had never seen the elf like this, only wondering what kind of thing was said in the bearded man's company that transformed the refined Elf into this. Aethe was fearful for his life for the first time since he had been to the Varden, his muscles tight in his neck, and on his back, he was a cornered animal who wanted more than anything to throw the Elf off and regain dominance.

But the grief was inevitably there, an sympathy rising in Aethe that he did not quite understand. Was he... empathetic.. toward his jailer? Did the sadness in the Elf's eyes really move him so?

He denied it, but all in all, he felt himself calming, if only minutely enough to regain his staggered breathing. A heartbeat of silence and Aethe went on, more negotiable, he said, "Tell me...tell me, so I may understand."

Had no idea about the sword and would probably remain oblivious to it unless he was told of it. It was a good thing he had left and hadn't turned back for something. The elf wouldn't listen in.. he trusted Weldon more then that.

As it was he had a bigger agenda and it all came down to the sudden assault on Aethe. The others words seemed to sink in a little and after a few moments of merely looking at him he'd move to stand back up and offer his hand to him. Recollecting himself and pushing back his emotions. That once serene facade would slip into place and he'd even glance around. Not many had seen the out burst and he was sure they wouldn't dare speak of it.

"My apologies... I am usually more in control of myself. I should not have lashed out at you with our proper cause"

If his hand was accepted he'd move to help him up off the floor. Then taking his hand back he'd glance around once last time before motioning for Aethe to follow him. What he had to say was not something that could be spoken of when so many were watching and listening in on what they were doing. Of course he was always wary and kept an eye on Aethe to make sure he followed him.

Once the pair had left the mess hall and traversed down several corridors he'd begin to relax more. He'd lead the rider up several long flights of stairs and then finally out of the dark hallways and into the light. They'd be settled ontop of a cliff looking over the open city. It was here that he sought comfort or when lonely came to calm himself.

"No one comes here but me.. I can tell you now"

He'd crouch down, staring out at the view. He remained silent for a few more lingering moments. Merely recollecting what had happened and the surge of emotions that had over run him. He was scolding himself for acting out against Aethe with out just cause. It was.. highly uncivilized as it was.

"There are others like you. More people that can ride dragons. Not only humans but elves as well. I was.. good friends with the elven riders, one in particular I had grown up with. His body was discovered not to long ago. Evidence shows that it was another rider that had killed him..."

He'd leave it at that. While he kept himself calm another surge of emotion was threatening to spill over. What did he have left now? His duties to his Queen and the Varden? All concepts of true friendship and even that touch of love he'd felt were not swept out of his life. It was a feel of loss and a sense of knowing he might not ever get it back. How could he?

"If you do not mind I plan on spending some time up here. If that bothers you then I'll take you back to your cell"