After Confession

[Tobias Lysand]

Lysand's pace wasn't as quick as it normally was, mostly because of the pain from his wounds. He was probably moving around far too much for his current state, but he didn't care. He was sick of sitting around being in pain. He may as well be moving around and in pain.

Reaching the door to his chambers, he opened it, scanning the inside carefully for any sign of intruders before he held the door open for his companion. Glancing to the guard that was stationed outside his door. He thought on Brenthor's words a moment and realized that if Banez were to kill him, all the guards in the world probably wouldn't stop him. But he doubted the captain would really just go right out and stab him.

He crossed the room, reaching over to the desk to grasp the bottle of bourbon that was sitting there. He looked at it a moment before looking to the guard captain. Maybe with enough of this in Banez's system, he could get to the bottom of all this.

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez walked with Lysand to his room, feeling lighter than he usually did, and not because of the lack of armor. It felt good to confess and relieve himself of his sins, especially when he was due for a likely dangerous mission in a week's time.

He frowned when Lysand seemed to do a thorough scan of his room, wishing that the advisor wouldn't worry so much. He supposed that some drink would do him good. Maybe he'd stay so Lysand would be reassured that no one would come in for the rest of the night. Banez stepped into the room, looking over the shelves of a bookcase as Lysand crossed the room.

[Tobias Lysand]

Lysand reached into his drawer to remove two shot glasses. He placed them on the desk before he poured the bourbon into them. He was quiet, and he turned his head to observe Banez a moment before he broke the silence. "Have a drink, Captain." He took his shot and drained it, praying that the pain dulling effects would kick in soon. He stared at the captain again, trying to analyze his every move. But what was there to analyze? It was just Banez, after all... He tried to think of something else to say, but his words failed him. Instead, he turned to pour himself another shot.

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez wandered over to Lysand, feeling a little uncomfortable in the silence. Maybe he could take a shot at Brenthor to start them off? But then Lysand commanded him to drink, so Banez took the shot glass and practically sucked it down. Whew. The captain put his glass on the desk again. Okay, now the silence was just getting to be disturbing. "...Have you been feeling alright lately? I mean, aside from the wounds. You've been acting a little..." Flinchy. "Distant."

[Tobias Lysand]

"Well, Captain..." Lysand turned his shot glass between his fingers, a small sign of anxiety. "I was nearly assassinated. I think that merits a bit of... distance." He placed his glass down to refill Banez's glass. "I'm hardly used to people trying to kill me. I don't even rightly know who is trying to kill me." He picked up his glass again to relieve it of its contents.

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez glanced away. Of course, of course. None of it was directed at him, it was just that Lysand was upset in general! He raised his glass, tipping it back and draining it before he glanced back at Lysand. Didn't know who was trying to kill him? "I think Brenthor was trying valiantly when he was giving his monthly report," he said a bit sharply.

[Tobias Lysand]

Lysand flinched at Banez's sharp tone. "Well... Yes, but..." He busied himself with pouring another shot, if only to have something to do with his hands. He needed to calm down before he completely lost it. "Well just what sort of assassin tells you the name of their employer?" The shot was gone again before he even remembered drinking it. He forced himself to sit, before he started pacing nervously. He tried to smooth the anxiety out of his face for a moment before he gave up, running a hand through his hair.

[Banez Gladpath]

"A bad one. It wouldn't surprise me if Brenthor didn't do background checks on the people that he's hired." What did the ambassador say before? That he didn't ask whoever he allied with any questions, that they just worked out their compensation, and then when it was over, they walked away with no attachments? He wouldn't be surprised if Brenthor hired some sorry excuse of a killer just because he didn't get to know the people he worked with first. Banez watched Lysand, slowly growing more worried as Lysand sat down and raked his hair. "...You think it might be someone else?"

[Tobias Lysand]

Lysand turned his head slowly as Banez asked the question, his eyes trailing up to meet his. You. Was what he thought. But could he really say that? Of course not. Even with his head spinning like this, he had more tact than that. "... I don't know," he decided to reply neutrally. If Banez was some sort of mastermind and he thought he was getting suspicious, then... "I just.. Don't know..." He worked on flattening his hair again as it was now slightly unruly. "What do you think?"

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez met Lysand's eyes and shifted slightly. Did everything just get a little colder in here? He shook his head at the question asked him. Lysand should know that. After all, he made all sorts of priceless faces.... "Isn't it obvious what I think?" He looked over at the bourbon and quickly decided that the vibes in the room were enough to make two more drinks necessary. The captain reached over and refilled his glass before offering the bottle to Lysand.

[Tobias Lysand]

Lysand took the bottle and refilled his glass before taking it immediately and refilling it again. "Yes. I suppose you would say that..." He was feeling a bit fuzzy now and he had to squint just slightly to keep Banez in focus. The pain in his chest had just started to fade and he realized that he had better slow this down before he regretted it. "Your guards... Are very loyal to you, right?"

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez followed after Lysand's example and drained two shots. Now his head was starting to swim, and he held it in his hand as if to keep it in place. Supposed he would say that, what? He pressed his lips into a line, immediately noticing the taste of alcohol. "My guards? Yes. I respect them, so they should respect me... Why?" he asked. The bourbon was making some odd aftertaste now. What was that?

[Tobias Lysand]

"One of them let Brenthor into the infirmary the other night." Lysand placed his shot glass on the table and gave it a quick twist, watching it spin for a quick moment. Wait, should he be telling this to Banez? Maybe not. Too late now. "I was wondering if you had given them orders not to do that or not." He reached for the bottle, missing it on his first go, but managing to grasp it after a moment's concentration.

[Banez Gladpath]

Banez' brows shot right up. "That's.. exactly what I told them not to do. What night was it?" He wasn't about to operate loyalty through fear, but whoever was guarding the door needed to be punished. "Brenthor didn't hurt you, did he? If he did, I swear..." Banez took a quick step towards Lysand to double-check for himself, then wobbled and stopped when he realized that trying to move swiftly would be a bad idea.

[Tobias Lysand]

"It was a week ago," Lysand replied, flinching slightly as Banez made a wobbly step toward him. "He... He didn't hurt me. He just wanted to talk. And share some... insight as to who the most likely person to have tried that assassination was." He trembled as a sudden flash of realization hit him. He was treading in dangerous waters now... Banez may not have a weapon on him, but the guard captain could surely strangle him. He filled his glass, alcohol sloshing over the sides because of his unsteady hand.