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Damn. She had known better that time. If Vaughn gave back the earrings, it would not be due to an act of kindness. It would be only if he got something better in return. "You would separate the set?" He asked, acting as if he was surprised by the very notion of doing that and insinuating that it would be better if she would give him the earrings rather than him returning the necklace to make the set whole again. Seeing her move onto her made him smirk as he had been planning to do the same thing. Then again, it would be more fun this way.

"Hmm. Now, to test the comfort of a noble woman's bed." He went over to the other side and lay down on his back. He was used to laying down with his swords still strapped to his back. It made his position no less comfortable, as it was a rather luxurious bed indeed. He closed his eyes. "If you do not say, or do something soon," The 'do something' part was indeed meant to sound suggestive. "Then I will without a doubt fall asleep." As always, it was up to her to entertain him as he lay on her bed, in her room, late at night. Was she used to this or was it considered scandalous to her? He guessed the latter.

Oh how wonderful this was. He could over play his relationship with Alegra, just for her mothers benefit, get her hopes up and then shatter them completely. He was building this up indeed, to great heights and was not sure when he would finally admit that he is not interested in being a suitor, but he would enjoy this charade while it lasted. He also knew that it could not go on for too long. Her mother was probably looking for a suitor and would not wait forever for Vaughn to initiate a formal proposal. Not that he wanted her to. Just long enough to build the hope, and then destroy it.

"I am indeed honored then. My Lady Catherine, I will make my leave and enjoy the rest of the evening with your daughter." He had to put that bit in there, just so that Alegra knew he did plan to spend the rest of the evening with her, perhaps meet her brother in the process. "I am certain I will see you again. And perhaps, I can escort you and your family back to your estate. These are dangerous times. One can never be too careful as to what dangers can befall them during their travels." Really, he could not care less. He was just trying to 'do the honorable and respectful' thing. And be a little ironic since being in his company was not the exactly. the safest, most secure and assuring thing.

Vaughn watched the king dismount from his horse and prepare to defend himself while throwing out threats and promises that they would not get away with this. And that was when Alistair commented, making Vaughn chuckle at his words. This was wasting time though, and they had to get moving to a less public location. Soon, whatever knights survived, and Vaughn knew that the knights would be the ones who won in the small ambush since he had hired morons and amateurs, they would be frantically looking for their king.

"Calm down," Vaughn said to Uther, in an low, yet highly amused voice and he moved closer to him, pointing the tip of his sword towards him. "If we wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. But we are not planning to. Right now, you are outnumbered and we have the upperhand here." He would over play Alistair's magical abilities if need be. The King hated magic, and he had already identified himself as a druid. "Now, remove your clothing." Yes, Vaughn had a reason for asking this and it was not for perverted intentions.

Alistair's mind was plotting something, and Vaughn loved it. If the two of them planned something, it would without a doubt be remembered for many, many years. Alistair had the brain, Vaughn lacked the morals. When someone combined the two, it spelled destruction. "Not well yet," he answered. Since the festival had not technically started yet, he was not formally introduced to anyone. But he planned to make himself known. First through casual, innocent means and then, with whatever way he found entertaining.

"I will make my formal arrival at the first ball, when all the nobles and royals are being introduced to the court." He had his seal, surprisingly not a fake one. Just an unfamiliar one which he could use to his utmost advantage. "What has gotten you all upset?" He asked, not out of concern for Alistair but more out of curiosity. The druid had feelings and emotions after all; who would have known.

Her first comment led him to believe that she was bitter about something. That would not be a first. Many people were bitter towards the king and royal army of Camelot. Those with magic anyway. Hmm. Did she possess some sort of magical ability then? Or if she did not, then continuing to listen to her also suggested that her family may have been wrongly accused for they would not be the first in that case either. Was Vaughn sympathetic to this? Not at all. He was not the compassionate type who would offer words of consolation or give condolence over her loss. He truly could not care less for he had shown his own disregard for his family in the past, so even if they were murdered in front of him, he would just stand and possibly laugh.

"Bitterness does not suit such a gorgeous woman," he said, chuckling a bit despite her revelation of the what had clearly been a traumatic experience for her. "Now why would they kill your family in such a way? Would it be perhaps because you were all practitioners of magic. Or maybe you broke the law in some other way," he suggested, trying to determine if she had magic in her or whether she was just even more bitter because they did not and were wrongly killed. "You seem to be a frequent target for violent attacks. It is a wonder you've survived this long." He said teasingly, as he believed there was some truth to his words.

There was hardly anything that surprised Vaughn in life. Now that did not mean that he expected everything for her next actions were in fact rather unexpected by him. Not in a bad way of course. How would a kiss from a random woman ever be an unpleasant surprise? Of course, it did mean that she perhaps did not regard him as a threat which was a bit disappointing to Vaughn...but if he could his way in another manner, then it would be worth it. He gave half a smile, a smirk still evident on his face. He kept his eyes locked on her while he felt her trace the armor he wore. "What if I were to say that I was here to kidnap you." He was not, obviously. But he was just entertaining the idea. Though he had kidnapped those in the past, she was not a target. He leaned in a bit, as if about to kiss her, but paused when they were barley an inch apart. "You seem to be in odd comforts with a man you do not know."

Vaughn was rather pleased to have gotten his invitation. That was what he had been fishing for, and now he had it. "That would be a great honor to see. I am certain the pictures will not have done you justice but seeing as how I was not fortunate to have been in your presence then, they will have to suffice." He was enjoying this too much. And he noticed Alegra's silence. Of course, she was doing what was expected of her; remaining polite, courteous, prim and proper. What an oddity. It was as odd for her to be so quiet as it was for him to be so kind.

"So will you and your family be remaining in Camelot for the entire duration of the festival?" It was five days, and with them here, it would be a very interesting five days. "If you are staying, I would like to ask your permission to escort your daughter to the royal ball which is to take place the day after tomorrow." Why was he not asking Alegra? Because he wanted to portray the image of a more respectful individual. After asking for that permission, he turned to Alegra. "That is, if my Lady would allow me to." How would she react in the company of her mother right now, and with perhaps a few other people glancing there way? Vaughn had to restrain yet again, from laughing.

Bloody Hell! The first thing Vaughn was going to do when he got his hands on this boy was chop his legs off. He was making him run far too much, but Vaughn being the stubborn man he was was not going to give up. He was not as agile as this boy and found himself pushing things out of the way instead of crawling under or over them. The table that he crawled under, Vaughn pushed it out of his way, knocking all of the things to the ground. He was then held back by the shop keeper who was yelling angrily at him. Good lord! Not only was the thief getting away, but he was making Vaughn deal with yelling people. Instead of apologizing or saying anything, Vaughn punched the man in the face and continued to run after the pick pocketer. He managed to just catch a glimpse of him climbing over into a woman's yard. How did he know the owner was a woman? Because he heard a high pitch shrill of a scream.

Damn boy!

Vaughn followed. He managed to climb over but jumping down from the wall, he nearly killed a chicken. The other chickens now saw him as a threat. A couple of them charged towards him, pecking at his feet while the others were in a complete commotion, running around frantically in his path. Vaughn was trying to kick them off of him, and kick them out of his way, but it was a lot more difficult than he initially thought it would be. On top of the squaking chickens, the woman was yelling and screaming, taking her broom and hitting Vaughn with it.

Damn woman!

She was slowing him down, but he kept pushing forward. He felt as if he was in some sort of bizarre circus, and he had just about enough. Finally, he stopped and turned to the woman. He grabbed her broom, snapped it in half, and began to beat away the chickens with it that were flocking about in front of him. It was working, but he soon heard the sobbing of the woman. Good lord! Now she was crying. She was not only crying, but she was screeching for back up. As if the chickens had not been enough. Vaughn managed to cross the yard, but he knew that the boy had a very good head start. He would not totally be discouraged. He would find this thief and teach him a lesson. If only he was had not been slowed down by the idiots, and animals, that occupying this city, then he would have been right on the boy's trail.

[[ HAHA Good point. Well you wrote it in such a way that I got the perfect mental image of Tam's expression. ]]

blockquote]Vaughn began to ignore her again, thus ignoring her question. He was distracted by having granted himself access to her room. He did however catch the last part of what she said, and looked at her. "What would ever make you think I would so such a thing?" He asked in an overly exaggerated shocked voice. Was he planning on doing that? No. If she had not been with him, then maybe. But the fact that she would be here, would make it seem less like a violation if he did indeed plan on stealing her undergarments and things. But, her presence changed that. Though that did not mean it would be any less fun.

He went towards her dresser and began to sift through her jewelry and things. He was not going to pocket any; why would we? The thrill of stealing was to walk away with something that he could later tell the person about stealing. If she was here, watching him, where was the fun in robbing her of anything? "A very quaint room indeed," he said, through he was still rummaging through her things. And it was only because he was nosy, and hoped to find something interesting.

This man had chosen to use the word 'friends' very interestingly. Either he heard them and made a clear assumption, or his strange visions had shown him who Vaughn was conversing with for the time being. "It is not I who will be dying today," he pointed out with a sinister smile. And then, the bandits came out. As expected, they were angry for not having find something grander at the end of the maze. They questioned Vaughn's reason for not having killed the man but did not care enough to wait for an answer.

Then, all attention was on Alistair. Well, Vaughn was still looking back and forth between the two. He was interested in how this was going to play out, and so decided to be a bystander rather than an instigater and strike the first blow. The 'leader' of the bandits demanded that Alistair empty his pockets and anything else that held potentially valuable things, and then of course, demanded its possession. Vaughn then turned to Alistair as tense silence filled the air. Did the man know how to fight? He looked fairly well built, but this could be deceiving so Vaughn just waited to see his reaction and whether he complied with the demands made upon him.