Phirm ilenge

Her head cocks to the other side yet again.

"Nonsensical...?"

Her tone is gentle as she rises to her feet.

"Mr. Kalamari, is a ghost the same as the person she is the ghost of? Jenneth-guri is dead, but then, so is the man whose face you wear. If I am not she, it is because that death was much like waking from a dark dream.

"Ryeon Yun Hee is the person I have chosen to be. This does not mean that I was never anybody else ... only that this person is better left to the past."

((I was explaining that Denak is tired and not really thinking things through right now))

After a few minutes of traveling within the hallways, Denak leads Kador and Satja through the door into his emissary. The place hasn't been used for a while, shown by the very light coating of dust around the furniture. It was quickly dusted off though once the air conditioning got into work.

"Well, welcome to my emissary. It's been in disuse for a few, reasons." He explains, gazing on the floor a few moments before walking over to the desk, seating himself on it. The dropsuit helmet was still on it with its damage. "You intending to be here for a while?" He asks, looking up at the two with a curious look.

"I suppose we might stay a night if you have room for us..." She glances around noting the plain features of the room, the black leather couch, and the Intaki paintings hung on the walls.

"This place is more spacious than the cell we have back at the Council Chambers, and by far more luxurious.....though we mean no intrusion"

She blushed slighty as she noticed Denak's curious gaze, though more directed at Kador, she was aware that her appearance was not befitting of her rank.

"Denak" she asked quickly, stumbling over the words. "I-is there another room... where I can fix myself up...?"

"Oh no, please feel free to use this place as long as you wish. I don't visit this place that often anymore anyway." He assures, bowing his head while looking over the shelves and the door leading to his private quarters. "You want tea? Considering the circumstances you are technically my guests." He also asks, he always had a stash of tea ingredients stored in case it was ever needed.

Denak did notice how well dressed Satja was, despite her being a slave, but he didn't mind it, he found it quite fitting for her actually, despite her worn down looks from the rush in the club.

"Yes I do, over here. You can sleep there too if you decide to stay here that long." He replies, gesturing towards the door leading to his private quarters, looking exactly like a Gallente mercenary quarters. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me."

As Satja moved off into the small side room Kador felt a growing sense of relief.

He sighed again, relieved.

"Tea would be very nice Denak.... I need something. Tonight has been trying.... May I sit?" He gestured to the leather couch.

"We appreciate your hospitality. I am not willing to risk another encounter with another first generation.... Satja is more fragile than most of our kind" he tried to lie smoothly, thought the words came out broken and unconvincing.

"I cannot help but wonder what that Gallentean was on about". He spat out the word Gallentean with a surprising bitter edge.

"She is..." he admitted, his voice was quiet, but sharp. "She is mortal. But I want to make this clear Denak, as much as I respect you, Satja is off limits to anyone."

His eyes were two dark slabs of onyx. He cleared his throat, tried to loosen his muscles, they felt tight, clenched. He noted that the Intaki had put distance between the pair of them, he looked calm, though he could not tell if this was a ruse or the truth. He could understand why though, under these circumstances distance was necessary.

Once again he shifted uncomfortably. He sipped at the warm flavoursome liquid in his cup, marvelling at how simply the tea managed to soothe his frayed nerves, calming as well as ordering his mind.

Another sigh, this time longer, and deeper than the others.

"I-I'm sorry Denak" his voice was apologetic, and very quiet. " She means so much to me.... I could ...I cannot let anyone know...If they hurt her..."

"Denak," he says. "I came to thank you for your assistance and want to offer you something to show my appreciation. I can transfer some ISK to the emissary's account if you like."

Denak let out another sigh, looking down at the liquid in his own teacup. He was well aware that Satja was a sensitive subject to Kador, but he couldn't help sating his curiosity. That's why he put himself at an arm's length away from the Paladin, in case he would react in a, hostile manner. He also had great respect for Kador, but from the look in his eyes, it was apparent that he could be attacking Denak if he further stirred things up. He would not hesitate to fight back if Kador decided to attack.

Denak shakes his head solemnly, looking back into Kador's eyes.

"You don't need to apologize, Satja obviously means a lot to you, and your reaction is understandable." he assures, stirring his tea with a spoon and briefly glancing to the door where Satja was still fixing herself before continuing: "Kador, if I am being too direct, I apologize. I meant no ill with my question, you are just so, protective over her, so I got curious."

He paused briefly to take another sip from his tea, the slightly bitter flavor sticking on his tongue.

"I assure you, I do not have any intentions to be involved with Satja in any manner, good or bad. Even if you aren't her Holder, in the very least you are her guardian, so if I would ever attempt anything with her, I would approach you first."

"You do not have to repay anything, I can sustain myself well enough. I thank you for your gesture though, it is appreciated." he replies as he made his way back to the couch, taking the teacup back to his hands. "And welcome to the emissary."

As if on cue from the other room, Satja reappears looking distinctly fresher. Her raven black hair is not so tangled and strung out, the dress, though stained with blood now looks less dishevelled, and he face is not so pale returning to the strong sun burned ochre of her people.

She nods politely, bows to Denak and then Jakar.

"I am sorry for what happened in the club Mr Umbra, truly. Such violence has no place here." she says with vigour.

Kador nods. "Excuse me gentlemen. I have to sort out our arrangements. Thank you Denak for all you have done for us. Perhaps later we can talk, but for now I am tired. Should you ever need such hospitality as this you know who to call. We shall be there."

And with that he exits the room, casting a furtive, but cold glare at Jakar.

Jakar clearly wishes to push the matter but decides not to as a matter of respect. "Very well, and thank you." Jakar looks around the emissary once again for a brief second.

"Now, I must see to it that everything is ready when The Hex opens tomorrow. I called in to Duvolle to get the security systems upgraded. Hopefully everything sets up nicely and we have no more incidents of the sort. Denak, thank you once again." He looks at the door, then turns back to Denak, remembering the fact that Denak had locked it. "Umm... Denak, if you don't mind?" he gestures toward the door.

When Satja and Kador entered the main room of the emissary, they could see Denak hunched over the desk, his head resting against his arms. He had obviously tried to stay awake the night but failed, as shown by the half-empty cup of coffee on the desk and the NeoCom still open and showing some kind of graph, the pale light of it faintly illuminating the room with a blue glow. He had switched to a new set of clothing though, the old ones half-stuffed into the recycler.

When the door opened and the light from the lobby hit his eyes, Denak started to shift about and grumble a little. He carefully squinted his eyes open to see who was there, adjusting to the sudden burst of light.

"Hrmh, morning.." he mumbled out, reaching for the cup of coffee groggily and taking a sip of it, the liquid was still warm at least. "I hope the chair and couch weren't too uncomfortable." he further adds, downing the rest of the coffee in a swift sip, giving him enough energy to function properly. With a mild yawn and a stretch of his limbs, he pushed himself off the desk to sit straight, closing the NeoCom and looking directly at the two.

Kador sends a sharp, but thankful nod to Denak.

The man looks tired, this was not a face of Denak he had seen before.

"Denak you have done us a great service." He said, Satja echoing his words. " But it is time we go.... perhaps later we can finish our conversation from the other night. Please either come by the Templar cells, or the Praetoriate Emissary so that I may return the favour."

With that the pair leave the Intaki to his....recovery......