"Right. Well, I guess I should keep the set, just in case we'll need to disguise ourselves." She said as she puts on what she could, keeping the other parts aside if they do decide to sneak in to the hunt's ranks.
She rolls her eyes at him. "Yes, and you didn't look like some half starved vagabond either. What can I say? I like dressing like this. It's not the most scandalous thing a noble has ever worn, by far."
"Alright, I'll put on the dead guy's armor as well." Varrin removed the brigandine he was wearing and began putting on the elf's. For now he decided to leave the helmet off, but kept it close in case he needed to put it on quickly.
'Hah, you still have the sharp tongue, though. I have to say I did miss you while I was gone,' Ard had to laugh, 'I did not say that you were scandalously displaying yourself or that I did not like it, did I? It makes you more mature than you used to dress. I cannot say I know the current fashion, but it suits you well.'
Trista drag captured elf to cave, with help of Gustav. As they were hidden, she grab elf by hair and look him in the eyes. "Listen here, knive ears. I'm going to ask you few questions and you will stay calm. Don't rise your voice or anything and speak in my language. Are you get it?"
She scans him for signs of mockery of deceit, but finding nothing, she relaxes. "Thank you." Her expression softens. "I-uh, it's good to have you back."
'And it is good to be back and see you again,' Ard smiled, 'Now, I think I will have a look at grandfather's armour. Oh, and... I might have to borrow one of the horses to get to Auberon's carriage.' Ard left the study and headed to the place where the armour was normally displayed.
"Ah! Bloede Dhoine!" The elf breathes angrily, before switching languages. "Fine, I understand." He keeps his voice down, though with Isabella's noise suppression spell, it doesn't matter. "What do you want?"
After putting on the armor and taking a look at himself Varrin moved to where Isabella was waiting. "How do I look? Do I make a convincing enough Wild Hunt raider? What the you think?" He inquired, curious what his sister would say. "Shall we go hear what our elven 'friend' has to say?" He added, wondering if the captured elf would cooperate.
She nods. "Sure, we have a few you can choose from." Heading upstairs to the attic, he sees his grandfather's armour standing raised on a pedestal, polished to the point that he can see his reflection in the metal.
She wakes up several hours later, Mattias sitting on a chair and snoring near her. The covers have been pulled up to cover her body and give her warmth.
A surprised it was that well tended to, Ard gathered the armour pieces and changed into them from Caranthir's armour, hoping he'd have the same build as his grandfather.
"You're utterly convincing, dear brother. Looking at you in that armour, I can almost believe that you'd drag me off to serve your whims" She smirks, voice laden with sarcasm, before she nods at the suggestion.
"First, way back to our world, no offense but I prefer my own over yours. Second, these two looking for their friend." She said playing role of good cop.
He feels the armour, solid plate of a lighter colour than the Wild Hunt's, fit over his body tightly, as if made with him in mind. As he admires the fit, he hears a familiar voice behind him. "A-Ard?" Turning, he sees his family servant staring at him, wide eyed, with a rag and bucket in hand.
"A navigator could get you from world to world." The elf says. "Since Caranthir's not here, though, I'm guessing you no longer have him with you." He gives a satisfied smirk. "Good luck convincing one to take you home, especially after attacking one of us. Dumb round ears." He looks up at the second part with a shrug, waiting for more information. (By these two, she means Varrin and Isabella?)
