Even with all of the celebration around him, Saiven was still a tad depressed. Mainly, because he knew that all of these people seemed so carefree, and that any second now...
"Saiven!"
The Half-Elf jerked up from his slumped position against the wall. He gave a slight bow to the female Elf who had called his name.
"M'lady..." he said softly, but the rest of his sentence died quickly as he was interrupted by his female companion.
"Save it Saiven. Come, let's go into the pub down the street, and discuss our plans for this afternoon," she said commandingly. Saiven nodded and followed her down the street and eventually into the pub that she spoke of. The two sat down, each ordering drinks. Saiven finally looked up to realize that his companion was cloaked and hooded, and Saiven decided it would be wise for him to pull up his hood as well. Early detection was definitely not part of the plan. He jumped a bit, as his companion spoke into his mind.
#Saiven. I-- Damn you, boy. You should be used to telepathy by now.#
#Sorry Menel-- I mean...m'lady. I did not mean to use your name...# he replied, his tone full of uncertainty.
# Shut up Saiven, no one can hear us.#
#Right...sorry.#
#I'm bringing in the army today. Soon. They're ready to start. We will take care of the defenses on the inside ourselves, until our soldiers break the gate. After they get through, make yourself scarce, we will meet up afterwards.# Menel said, directly into Saiven's mind.
#Yes m'lady. 'Tis about time that we exact our revenge.# Saiven said as an offhand remark.
#About time indeed.#