The man, Flavius, is the type to make people look up at him. He is a tall man, standing at six foot three, with broad shoulders. An older man than De'Arg, nearing his middle ages. Even then, he is a man of high stature and good standing within the court. His mind is sharp, though he seems to have a dry humor. He is secretive, but De'Arg knew he could trust Flavius. He would even go as far as call to the man a friend.
"De'Arg, wonderful to see you. I believe the meeting had gone well." Flavius moves about the dais, making a half circle to come up on De'Arg's side.
The man's smirk seems to hold a message of "I know something you don't know." This makes De'Arg narrow his eyes in irritation, as this look is a common one. Whenever that pompous look is given, the information has to be found with the right questions. Falvius always likes to make his leader think on his feet, make him clever and cunning. He feels his "king" still has a long way to go in the cunning area, though is coming along.
"Just come out with the information, Flavius, I do not have the time nor the patience today." The harsh command coming out as a snarl. Lips curl on both men as tempers are shown.
"Now now, is that anyway to talk to a man that has some special news for you?" Flavius arches a brow, a snide grin upon his thin lips. "Just ask the right questions and you will be able to find out for yourself."
De'Arg looks to the other man, rolling his eyes in annoyance while turning away from him. He raises his right hand, in a motion for Flavius to follow. He doesn't look behind to see if Flavius follows, only listening for other footsteps.
"Very well then, were you able to find the peep hole I spoke of?"
"Yes I was and such wonderful news I have to share."
"Fine, so they are moving their meeting spot. Where are they going? Have they discussed where yet?"
"No, they have not spoken of where yet, De'Arg, but they have spoken of sending spies to try and find us."
De'Arg stops upon hearing this, knowing it has coming freely without questions. He turns on the balls of his feet to face Flavius. Brows rising and a smug smile coming to his lips. "He really thinks that he will be able to find us? He is that prideful as to think he can stop his own demise? I believe we should send a message to let my dear cousin know he isn't so smart."
"And what do you have planned De'Arg?" Flavius moves forward, placing a hand on De'Arg's shoulder. He presses on his shoulder to get the man to turn and continue walking.
It takes a moment, but De'Arg concedes and turns to walk again, this time with Flavius beside him. Arms cross as De'Arg thinks of what to do, lifting a hand to tap a finger on his chin. He looks to his feet in thought, looking like he is about to begin pacing. He continues to watch his feet as he walks. Flavius walks beside him, looking forward quietly with hands clasping behind his back. He is in his own thought process, trying to come up with an idea on the same thing.
"Flavius, we need to make him feel secure in his castle. We should stage an uprising, though on a small scale to make him think he will be able to contain his, "problems"." De'Arg looks to his councilor for a bit of input.
"That is a good idea, though we can use it as a distraction to place more of our men within the castle. A very good play, De'Arg. It is small enough to not cause too much concern upon our where a bouts or who we are. "
A nod is given, by both, in agreement and a handshake is exchanged. The men find themselves at a door under a bridge within the city walls. They open the door that leads into the large home of Flavius, both moving out. A joyous cry is heard from another room when the men come into sight. Running little feet can be heard with a squeal when Flavius bends down. The man laughs, no longer the conniving man, but a loving father that picks up his little girl. He kisses her cheek and bounces her in his arms.
"Come let us eat with my family before we send you on your way." A kind smile replacing the snide smirks he should be giving.
"And I would like to meet this older daughter of yours, Flavius. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement." De'Arg lifts a hand to clasp the man's shoulder. He gives a chuckle and taps the child's nose with a finger as they make their way to the dining area.