Beatrice's eyes light up with interest at Aerion's words, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Ah, how delightful. You flatter me, Aerion, but I suppose your praise is not entirely unwarranted. ..She sets her teacup down, leaning forward slightly..(Beatrice)
Tell me more about this ritual. What is the nature of the artifact, and why is time of the essence? The more information you can provide, the better equipped I'll be to assist you.(Beatrice)
Her gaze sweeps across the room, lingering on each of you in turn, as if searching for any hidden motives or unspoken truths..
She pauses, her hand absently reaching up to toy with the moonstone pendant at her throat.
I'm curious to hear your thoughts on the matter. After all, you've been suspiciously quiet up until now. You know something right,spill it Alaric (Beatrice)
Her tone is light, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath her words, a subtle reminder of her authority and intellect.
Alaric clears his throat, his expression grave as he begins to speak.
The ritual, as far as we can discern, is an ancient Elven ceremony meant to harness the power of the celestial bodies. The artifact, a silver chalice inscribed with runes of immense power, is said to be the key to controlling the very fabric of time itself.(Alaric)
Beatrice's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of excitement dancing in their sapphire depths.
Fascinating. And the runes, are they similar to those found in the Tome of the Eternal Night? She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.(Beatrice)
Alaric nods, his brow furrowed.
Indeed. We believe the chalice was used in conjunction with the tome to perform the ritual. But there's a problem. The tome is incomplete, and the runes have been corrupted. Without the missing pages, we cannot decipher the incantation, and without the chalice, the ritual is useless.(Alaric)
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The hours pass in a blur of intense discussion, the fire in the hearth dying down to embers as the night wears on. Beatrice's mind races, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her pendant as she ponders the complexities of the ritual and the artifact's significance.
Even after long discussion it's still dead end.Should we ask for more information and help from other noble?(Aerion)
As the clock strikes midnight, she finally leans back in her chair, a sigh escaping her lips.
This is indeed a grave matter. The consequences of such power falling into the wrong hands could be catastrophic.And what of you? You've listened attentively, asked insightful questions, but I sense there's more to your involvement than meets the eye.(Beatrice)
Her gaze settles on Alaric, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
She rises gracefully from her seat, moving to stand before you, her presence commanding attention.
I propose we adjourn for the night and reconvene at dawn. I'll consult my library and see if I can uncover any further information that might aid our cause.(Beatrice)
She turns to the head maid Martha, issuing a series of quiet instructions before returning her attention to Alaric.
I trust you'll find your accommodations suitable? I've had the blue guest chamber prepared, as I recall it being to your liking during your previous visit.The maids will send your meal later to your room.Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe it's time we retired for the night.(Beatrice)
Your toiletries and towels have been prepared in your own room sir(Martha)
Yes thanks for hard work Miss Martha.Let go Sir(Aerion)
As Alaric ascend the grand staircase, the soft glow of lanterns casting long shadows on the walls. The blue guest chamber is exactly as she described, a sanctuary of silk and velvet, with a large fourposter bed dominating the center of the room.
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