Namir shifted in her seat uncomfortably, cooling herself elegantly with a fan. She hated living like this in some ways, the disguise, her sharp features softened by makeup, drops in her eyes to change the color when she needed it. The way she looked now was not who she was. She looked elegant, gorgeous, a slave used to tempt men and make women uncomfortable. Her full lips just seemed to whisper sultry secrets without even moving. That was how she made herself out to be because he needed it and he made it easy for her to do so. Her dress and “collar” were made of the finest materials money could buy, and the shoes fit her feet comfortably. Even the wig upon her head didn’t feel hot or clammy, being light as air and firmly placed. He made sure that if she had to do this, she could not complain in any way. Just so, she would do anything for Raul.

He had snatched her up quickly from the slave markets as a young boy of 15. She had been beaten, bruised and a total mess. But that day he picked her up, and in that clear commanding voice had told the owner. “I’ll pay what you want for her, if you say no you’ll still lose her. She is too good to be here” From that day on she had been treated very secretly as an equal, being introduced to many who controlled the elvish rebellion as well as the elite of who were against it. Neither side would be able to recognize her as she took great pains to keep her identity a secret. Both she and Raul were deadly with every kind of weapon they could get their hands on and master. They were a team and had been such so since the day they had met. Raul had “freed” her the moment they were in private but had made it very clear that if she stayed with him she would have the life she wanted in the end. So for now during the day and under the eyes of those who judged she continued to play “slave” to free those who were forced to.

Raul glanced over at her bemusedly. “Dear I know we haven’t been doing anything other than politics for a while but I assure you we will be going on a trip very soon. So stop fidgeting and put on that act I love so very much!” He smiled charmingly.

She frowned and huffed slightly snapping the fan closed. He was like a brother to her, so the charming smile had none of the affect it usually had on most ladies.  “I hope you promise that, for it has been very boring simpering and finding secrets for you all the time. I want to stab someone or something, or anything…Being a trained assassin is very dull if there is nothing to steal or kill or capture…” She flipped the fan a couple of times before setting it down neatly. They were on carriage heading out of the city, and she would have much preferred riding a horse. But no… that would be unseemly for a high end slave to be riding alongside her master…

The nobleman shook his head and did not reply. He loved Namir very much, but her patience was short in situations that bored her. He was fully adorned today, dressed to impress rather than in the simple black leathers he favored. He needed this man to trust him if he was to start working his caravans throughout the country. Slowly he was gaining more and more manpower over many of the higher traffic of shipping companies. He would even offer to go himself on this first trip to prove his worth. Every caravan large and small was important to him and his plan…

He never had favored slavery and never would, but not having those who supported it know that kept him the eyes and ears of the rebellion; which is what he wanted to be. He was the man that knew the secrets and was paid to keep them or whisper them into many ears…

The wagon started to slow and he glanced out the window “Well dear time for you to turn into the elf I despise…” He smiled jokingly at her which she returned. He opened the door of the carriage before the driver could and stepped out. Namir gracefully slipped out behind him, head demurely down, pearls cascading down her chest, and jeweled choker collar glinting in the sunlight. The convincingly real blonde wig cascading down around her and the dress swept perfectly around her figure, hiding her tribal tattoos perfectly and creating a perfect picture of devoted behavior with a hint of icy calm. Her now chocolate brown eyes grazed the lower back of Raul respectfully.

He himself stood tall, his tailored outfit fitting his muscled frame, and the silver eagle that was his family’s emblem glinting proudly upon his chest. If his display of wealth as well as his attitude didn’t impress this man to let him run his caravans, nothing would. But the smart ones would see through this display, and know that through his words, he was serious and had much more to offer than “escorts”. “We shall see…” He mumered.

((Hope that all was okay! lol Sorry if they get long. ))

Raul looked expectantly around the manor, surveying the grounds and house itself. It seemed if he was checking out their wealth but simply by old habit he was seeing the quickest ways in and out of the house and grounds. He assume Namir would be doing the same. He had been taught by the finest and dirtiest of assassins and warriors, so he expected when he taught her the same to act the same. He even suspected at times she may be better than him by now. He was finding elves had a certain cat-like quality when fighting hand to hand. When he saw her fight she almost seemed to twist out of the way of weapons, moving like liquid through the air with deadly accuracy.

But right now he needed to focus on the deal. The man had been very vague about what his cargo was and where it went and he needed to get the info, impress the man and be on his way.

Namir was as Raul thought glancing demurely up through her lashes. She hoped this man wasn't cruel to his slaves, it was hard for her to act like the perfect slave around those who's slaves sported clear injuries that needn't even be there. She would rather slit their throat and steal the slaves to disappear like smoke... It's not like she couldn't do that, she had plenty of weapons hidden among her clothing that no one could see just like Raul.

The pair ascending up the main stairs into the house, greeted by a humble servant who continued to lead them up to what he supposed was a meeting room. The house was nice enough for Raul's standards, but he would see what the man himself was like...

((Smaller post but wasn't sure what my character should do lol))

Raul bowed an equal amount to Shiki, flashing a winning smile. "Master Shiki it is pleasant to meet you finally. I have heard good things about you and I hope you have heard the same about me." He gestured to Namir who glided towards Shiki and curtsied deeply, her skirts pooling on the floor around her. "This is my slave Namir, I hope you do not mind her presence for I keep her with me at all times."

Namir smiled dutifully at Shiki and finally raised herself from the ridiculously submissive curtsy. "Master Shiki it is a pleasure to serve my Master here. You have a stunning home." Her voice was whispery and compelling, not at all like her usually sharp clean accent. It was the perfect tone used by a female slave that she had perfected over the years. Raul didn't need any sort of slave that posed any threat or disobedience. She could do what she wanted in private, but if she wanted to stay safe, she had to be the perfect slave in the public eye.

She already knew this man disliked elves. The way he had flinched ever so slightly from her form told her much. Her eyes were as sharp as a cats, which was why she could be so deadly when fighting. The way hands curled just for a second into fists when she had curtsied before him, and the slight tilt away told her he probably had slaves just because it was fashionable to do so, and had no qualms about beating them. She disliked him already. Not that she let any of that show. Once her greeting was said she slid back to her proper place behind Raul, casting her eyes downwards. 'Its ironic...' she thought disgustedly 'If i was human I would be a highly sought noble lady...'mazing how a set of ears can change how people look at you.'

Raul strolled to a seat a few down from the oversized throne at the head of the table which he assumed Shiki would be sitting in. He gestured dismissively for Namir to take a bench off on the side of the room which she did immediately arranging herself on the cushion in a slightly seductive fashion; legs bent to the side, shoulders back, chest out, and head tilted. As soon as Shiki's back was to her she would be picking up every clue from him and whomever was in the room. It was her job to pick up the emotional cues Raul could not, and sometimes distract. Unfortunately this man was not the type to distract, he would never lust after elves no mater how they looked.

Raul waited respectfully at his chosen chair for Shiki to take his seat. "You said you brother may be joining us? Shall we wait to discuss business or get it out of the way quickly? You must be a busy man if you have people and goods the move so often." The man was not stupid, but Raul wasn't either. This might be fun...

(( Ruru we should make my elven girl and your nice guy have a thing later on in the RP lol if your interested lol And do they both have black hair or does Raun have the brown golden hair? Just wonderin.
and ill wait for Wolfie to post before I post again! ))