09-17-2015, 12:09 PM
Jaixe wasn’t so shocked when Raal so pointedly glared him down, but rather leveled that gaze with his orange-glowing eyes, and a somewhat annoyed expression that he hadn’t been able to quell. Jaixe understood he wasn't as cunning at being secretive as he'd like, and truly, he seemed rather amused that this dark figure passed his first trial with ease. He assumed a great deal from the books that the death knight had his vanguard collect. This being, however grand he made himself out to be, was similarly at a loss of information as he was. That was a comforting thought to be sure.
Jaixe walked forward onto the carpeted area without much of a word and sat opposite of the one he previously stalked in one of the cushioned chairs, having taken the time earlier to pick out a book for himself to read while he was tracing the Death Knight. It was a rather large book with a white, blank cover. On the spine, it read, “Heralds of Hell: Diablo’s Reign of Terror.” Given the fact that it was under the non-fiction section, Jaixe had a great deal of curiosity about the book’s contents in question.
He crossed his legs as he studied Raal before speaking, “An intriguing world we’ve found ourselves in, is it not? So filled with potential for life and hope, and equally so for such to be crushed beneath men that have no need for such.” He asked, though it almost seemed rhetorical, as Jaixe was piecing together what Raal was and gauging his reactions. Though, given the fact that he wore a dark robe and was, what seemed, an armored skeleton that couldn’t so easily give such subtle expressions, that might be a difficult ordeal to pull off.
“At least…” Jaixe continued without giving Raal much chance to reply, “That is what your display of prominence would speak of. If I stick out like a “sore thumb,” then you would be the rotting corpse in the closet. Even if they can’t see you, they can still sense you from a fair distance. That is not the kind of attention you should be bringing to yourself in a foreign world you know so little of…” He lectured the death knight, taking into consideration one of the books that he pulled from the shelves. “A history of our Emperor Palpatine,” he managed to discern as it was taken.
“Though I suppose it would be further rude of me to not answer your previous question. I seek knowledge, and I wonder if you’ll be of much use in this regard, dark knight..." Jaixe was, as well, inwardly curious to see if any of his assumptions were correct, or if he had missed a detail or two. It was a gamble; he couldn't be truly certain, but he still remained visibly confident and calm in his wordy display of intelligence, however flawed it might turn out to be.
Jaixe walked forward onto the carpeted area without much of a word and sat opposite of the one he previously stalked in one of the cushioned chairs, having taken the time earlier to pick out a book for himself to read while he was tracing the Death Knight. It was a rather large book with a white, blank cover. On the spine, it read, “Heralds of Hell: Diablo’s Reign of Terror.” Given the fact that it was under the non-fiction section, Jaixe had a great deal of curiosity about the book’s contents in question.
He crossed his legs as he studied Raal before speaking, “An intriguing world we’ve found ourselves in, is it not? So filled with potential for life and hope, and equally so for such to be crushed beneath men that have no need for such.” He asked, though it almost seemed rhetorical, as Jaixe was piecing together what Raal was and gauging his reactions. Though, given the fact that he wore a dark robe and was, what seemed, an armored skeleton that couldn’t so easily give such subtle expressions, that might be a difficult ordeal to pull off.
“At least…” Jaixe continued without giving Raal much chance to reply, “That is what your display of prominence would speak of. If I stick out like a “sore thumb,” then you would be the rotting corpse in the closet. Even if they can’t see you, they can still sense you from a fair distance. That is not the kind of attention you should be bringing to yourself in a foreign world you know so little of…” He lectured the death knight, taking into consideration one of the books that he pulled from the shelves. “A history of our Emperor Palpatine,” he managed to discern as it was taken.
“Though I suppose it would be further rude of me to not answer your previous question. I seek knowledge, and I wonder if you’ll be of much use in this regard, dark knight..." Jaixe was, as well, inwardly curious to see if any of his assumptions were correct, or if he had missed a detail or two. It was a gamble; he couldn't be truly certain, but he still remained visibly confident and calm in his wordy display of intelligence, however flawed it might turn out to be.