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Silver Tongue and Golden Wit	By : Aroihkin Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 2364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N (Aroihkin’s Notes) 12.07.05:
Apparently the chapters to this one are just going to be shortish. X-x
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Silver Tongue and Golden Wit
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After the tour had come to an end the Archmage had led him to the study, gone to stand next to his desk, and had then suddenly demanded information. If Tannusen ever said that he’d been surprised by it, though, he would have been lying. Badly.
“What, exactly, are you hoping to accomplish this way?”
“I need you to become... if not entirely comfortable, yet, then at least not as alarmed at my mere existence.” Tannu said, simply, seeing no reason to lie.
“But... comfort,” Raistlin pronounced the word strangely, with disdain slightly higher than his usual tone. He’d almost stumbled over it, actually. Tannu noted this, tilting his head slightly to one side as he watched the Mage. That hood was still up, even after the tour, obscuring his face entirely. “is your next goal.”
“Yes, it is.” said the blond, “It is a prerequisite to helping you, even.”
The Archmage snorted, leaning against his Staff.
“And you believe you will gain this comfort, by pretending to be interested in the Tower of High Sorcery?” Raistlin drawled, seemingly at ease. There was a tenseness in the hands that was not explained simply by holding his weight against the Staff of Magius, however. Nothing large, nothing obvious.
Tannusen didn’t need obvious, not when it came to body-language.
“I’m not pretending. The Tower is a looming, dark shape that inspires fear and distrust from afar, but if one can view it closer... it is quite amazing.” Tannu smiled, just faintly, “Does that sound familiar?”
“Flattery, then.”
“Presence, more like. And not for comfort yet, Mister Majere, simply a lack of alarm. If I wished to truly attempt flattery, you would find a marked difference between how I act now... and how I would act then.”
“And yet you insist that I am alarmed.” the Mage sneered.
“Do you ordinarily keep your face and eyes hidden in your own domain?”
Raistlin didn’t flinch, but his breath did catch. Just a little, and without a cough accompanying it.
“I do not wish to shock you.” came the Mage’s lie, and Tannu sighed, bowing his head for a moment before launching his response back.
“I can see your skin tone on your hands, plain as day, Mister Majere. As vivid as the scales of a golden dragon. And while I know it will be something of a shock to see that same color on a face, around the eyes and stretched over the cheekbones, I do feel that I will survive it.” he smiled wryly, then, deciding to push at Raistlin’s defenses a bit.
“Besides,” said the blond, “I’m certain to be seeing much more than that, by the time we part ways for the final time.”
This time, the Mage’s repressed reaction -did- trigger a coughing fit. Tannu did nothing, said nothing, simply watched with his hands at his side.
“You do not seem like a... whore.” Raistlin rasped out after the fit had passed, dabbing the blood away from his mouth, which Tannusen could mostly see now that the hood had slipped askew.
“I'm not.” the blond replied, pointedly watching the Mage’s mouth, “I don't do this for a living.”
“What -do- you do, then?” came the impatient snarl.
“I kill people.”
“A soldier, then?”
“Assassin, actually.”
“You are here to kill me?”
“No. Though I did consider it.” There was a stony, dead silence for a few moments, and then he continued. “I promise, Mister Majere, not to attempt to hurt you, if you promise not to kill -me-. I’ve things to do while I’m alive that haven’t been completed yet.”
“A promise to not hurt in exchange for a promise not to kill?” Raistlin laughed, “What would stop me, then, from hurting -you-?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Mischievous blue eyes had briefly lost their spark, the Ashkeveron was being so serious. “In fact, if it helps you to do so, you have my full consent. I simply ask to leave functioning at the same level physically, and mentally, that I am now.”
“Ridiculous.”
“I generally am.” Tannu smiled gently. “But this isn’t about, or for, myself.”
“And if it was?”
“I’d be dead, Mister Majere, and this conversation would not be happening.”
“And so telling me that you are an active assassin, who considered murdering me, is supposed to make me feel at ease around you?”
“Yes.”
Raistlin seemed taken aback a bit by this blunt honesty, and Tannusen’s slightly lopsided smile didn’t waver.
“Ah, so you hope to disarm me with your honesty.”
“Is it working?”
“Are you always so honest?” Notably, the Mage hadn’t exactly answered.
“Nope. Usually I lie quite a bit when I meet somebody new.”
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