“The Lady do be conversing with me,” Durrak said, giving the man who had spoken last a stern look. “I no do appreciate a pleasant interlude being interrupted with rudeness.”
“Stay out of this, Caverstorm.” He said, all but spitting the words. “This is not your concern and she is no ‘lady’ at all but an imposter, trained by a rogue mage who defied the-”
Durrak abruptly stood and hurled one of his spiked gauntlets in the man’s face, cutting off his tirade. “I no do be taking insults to Ladies who do be sharing time with me lightly.” He said, voice simmering with contempt. “Be picking up my gauntlet or do be departing after formal apology.”
Callindra paused, left hand reaching into her bag, and waited to see what would happen. Lorin was leaning back in his chair with a boyish grin on his face, watching with apparent glee, but she could see he had his hand on a knife hilt under the table. The man stared at Durrak for a moment, ignoring the blood coming from wounds the spiked glove had made on his face.
“We are both Inquisitors of The Order.” He said after a moment, indicating the woman who stood next to him. “You may not have understood who you were speaking with before you made that challenge. I understand if you wish to withdraw it.”
The Dwarf began to laugh, a rumble that built until it was a full belly laugh that shook the fastenings of his armor. “You do be thinking.” He started, before lapsing back into laughter. “You do be thinking I do be withdrawing my challenge because you do claim some bloody title?
“Before I do be coming to this place, it did be my life’s work to be taking titles from fools too weak to be keeping them. Do be apologizing to this Lady and departing with your comrade or do be preparing to fight.” Durrak folded his arms over his armored chest, a move that emphasized the broadness of his shoulders and the spikes on his armor.
“Lord Caverstorm, please.” Callindra said, “There is no need to intercede thus. I would not want you to be injured for making such a noble gesture.” Although her voice was calm, her eyes flashed with anger. The Dwarf suspected she wished to defend her own honor.
“A gentleman no do be able to do less.” Durrak said, “It no do be a gesture; it do be my obligation and my pleasure Lady.”
The entry chime sounded again, and the light illuminated a beautiful woman wearing a simple yet elegant dress of silver. “The Lady Ellen Eth ‘Orien.”
Her eyes swept the ballroom, occasionally pausing on one group or another until they eventually came to rest on Durrak. She took in Lorin, Callindra and the Inquisitors in silence, not offering support or rebuke. Her presence seemed to calm the confrontation down, and the man bowed from the waist to Callindra.
“Lady Sol’Estin, please accept my apology for my behavior.” He said, his voice perfectly polite. “I should not have intruded on your private conversation and aired my grievances in front of others. We shall discuss this later in private.”
“I fear I do not know your name, sir, for we have not been introduced.” Callindra replied, stiffly formal, “May I please have your name?”
“I am Inquisitor Revchek.” He said, “We will speak privately of personal matters soon.” The two Inquisitors stalked away, backs straight with tension.
“Seems to me that man intends to kill you,” Lorin said laconically.
“The feeling is quite mutual.” She said, watching the two as they retreated. “I don’t think I’m going to give either of us a chance though. Too much risk for not enough reward, as much as I’d like to see his liver on a stick.”
“You did be saying you no did know him,” Durrak said, seeming confused. “Why do you be wanting him dead?”
“I appreciate your chivalrous offer Lord Caverstorm.” She said, “However, my quarrel with them is only due to the Order’s quarrel with my Master. Now that he’s gone, I appear to have inherited his debts.”
“The offer do stand.” Durrak said, “I did make it more for his sake than yours. That man do be in need of a touch of humbling.”
“I find his arrogance in the face of the end of the world a little refreshing.” Callindra said with a weak smile, “Or at least I would if I could find room for levity. Thank you for the conversation and support. If you find Cerioth tell her hello with that polearm for me.”
“You no do be staying?” Durrak asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.
“No, I’m afraid this city has shown itself to be as dead as every other place.” Callindra said, “Despite the people who shelter here, none of them are living.”
She stood from the table with a grace that Lorin now recognized. It wasn’t the smoothness of a dancer or a Lady trained from childhood to move just so. It was the litheness of a predator trained to kill.