OPEN POST; [ LOUIS GUIABERN / METAPHOR: REFANTAZIO ]

[plover]

YOU FACE LOUIS GUIABERN.

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[plover]

[Damn it, what a wretched blow to his pride, already shattered to pieces. What a state to be in, weakened and defeated yet again, and in more than half of the time on this occasion. Louis burns with anger and something far more foreign to him — a bleak, all-encompassing shame.

Still, he glares daggers at both of them as they approach, but makes no further move other than to tense his fingers around his sword hilt again.]

My name is Louis Charadrius- [he says it with aplomb and pride, as though it would salvage whatever he has left at this point] -and I do not know why I am here! Did you not listen? I am meant to be in the Euchronian skies!

[fundead]

[ Oh, don't worry (or do), Lucanis has his eyes on Louis' sword arm. One twitch, and it's likely not to end well. ]

You don't get to chide me for not listening, when I tried to explain to you where you were and you attacked us.

[ A beat. ]

Do the names Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain mean anything to you?

[plover]

What?

[Hint number one that, no, he has never heard of such strange names.]

No. Should they?

[fundead]

[ The sheer bafflement in his voice is enough for Kieran to believe him. Some people, present company included, might call that too trusting, but Kieran figures even a skilled liar would show some sign of recognition. ]

Well, that rules out direct involvement from the gods, at least.

[ Or, at least, involvement Louis was aware of.

Green eyes flick to the sword still clenched in one of Louis' hands. ]

Are you going to put that away or am I going to need to take it from you?

[plover]

[Gods? What sort of gods have gibberish names like that? Despite himself and his position, Louis scoffs. He tries to straighten if allowed for it; hand not moving from his sword, but making no move to use it, either.]

You'll have to take it.

[Such as his pride dictates. Using it or not, he will not be unarmed willingly. (Thankfully, that won't be hard to do.)]

[fundead]

[ Elven ones, of course.

But that’s beside the point, for now. Louis is allowed to stand, but Lucanis is quick to step up behind him, dagger at the ready. ]

Alright then.

[ Take his sword they shall. Kieran reaches for the blade with a gauntleted hand, tugging it from the man’s grip to tuck into their own belt alongside their usual weapon. They won’t bother asking if he can walk – he seems the prideful sort, so Kieran won’t push – and instead turns to head into one of the Necropolis’ cavernous halls. If ever there were a sign that Louis isn’t where he’s supposed to be, all the Navarran architecture is probably it. ]

This way.