OPEN POST; [ LOUIS GUIABERN / METAPHOR: REFANTAZIO ]

[plover]

YOU FACE LOUIS GUIABERN.

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[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.