Catching a killer [closed]

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Melys, Marisol, Iorveth, and Beleth
WHAT: Ostwick is having issues with a murderer and has asked the Inquisition to help. Which they do, for better or worse.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Ostwick
NOTES: Killing, fake marriage plots, Melys,

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[aenseidhe]

As he steps towards the door, Iorveth lets out a short laugh, voice hushed a moment as he replies. "Given he's even less likely to pass as a servant than either of us, I think it best Thranduil stay in his cozy office instead."

Stepping out into the halls of the inn, he remembers to make sure they keep up the appearance of newly-weds, and reaches over to tuck an arm behind her back, hand resting on her hip as they walk in tandem. Young couples are always obnoxiously affectionate in public like that. Though, it does leave them close enough for him to whisper through the rest of their conversation.

"Oh? And your mother wouldn't find it alarming that her daughter's brought home a one-eyed terrorist old enough to be her great-grandfather?"

One hundred twenty-seven, Beleth. Not to mention the rifter part, or the not being Dalish at all part (though, he thinks he could pass for one fairly easily if he tried).

[arlathvhen]

“He’s done it before,” Beleth points out, leaning against Iorveth in what might look like affection to an outsider, but gave her a chance to keep whispering. “Though I believe he was acting more like....ah, what is the word. Eye candy.” Cassandra and her boy toy pretty elf. A rumor that the Seeker will never live down, bless.

She leads him towards the room where servants gather, either visiting with their masters, or on break from their duties at the inn. There’s a pause before they enter, as Beleth snickers at Iorveth’s words, then considers them. “Well, she would probably like you better than if I brought Twisted Fate.” Whatever that means, Beleth doesn’t elaborate. In fact, she steps into the room then, possibly to avoid any requests to do so.

Some servants for the inn are lounging at a table, chatting idly about the day’s work, and which customers had irritated them the most. Beleth takes a seat with them, smiling charmingly at them. “Would you mind if me and my man sit here? We’ve the rest of the night off. My lady has her new wife, so I doubt they’ll want me around, if you know what I mean.” Here, she glances at Iorveth, and flashes him a grin and a wink entirely unlike her usual mannerisms.

[aenseidhe]

"Has he? I'm sorry I missed that show." Iorveth snorts, smirking at the thought of someone so regal as Thranduil playing at courtesan. Someone must have been very rich to believably afford him. Were it anyone else, Iorveth might have thought it insulting, but Thranduil seems to have enough pride and dignified grace in him to not be troubled by it in the least.

Just before they take seats at the table with the other servants, Iorveth leans in to whisper against her ear, like telling her sweet nothings, smile on his lips and a laugh in his tone. "Twisted Fate? Did a mother actually name her child that somewhere in this world?"

Back to the task at hand - playing the role of love-sick newly weds, beaming a cheerful smile at the other servants, amazing that he still remembers how to be charming, really, but look at him go.

"Not that we've minded the time alone on a free honeymoon." Iorveth chuckles, leaning over to press an adoring, husbandly kiss to Beleth's cheek, before turning back to the others, side leaned close to hers. "Fancy place here, isn't it? Never thought I'd see the inside of it."