Lori was annoyed. She had been wanting to sleep, but there were too many mages outside her room, their magic smelled like piss and sulfur. It was a scent she was used to, but it didn't mean she didn't hate it. Most magic smelled like flowers or perfume, but not the human's arcane magic, it smelled terrible. It was all she could do to not retch up a hairball as she curled in a corner. She tried to listen if they were saying anything, but the stone walls that circled her were thickened expressly to stop her, and with a grumble she eventually gave up. Mages often came around, but not this many, and not for this long, they couldn't be guards, she couldn't smell any cold iron, and they had been around too long.
One also smelled stronger than the others, not a typical mage, some kind of noble? Her head and ears both perked up as a new scent violated her nostrils, heavy smoke. This finally was enough and she coughed up a slimy ball of hairs and fur. Spymaster Leric had arrived. Normally this meant her master had come either to train her, or give her an assignment, but she felt a slight prod in her consciousness. Leric's affinity for telepathy and psionics was well know and his attempt to breach Lori's mental barriers were almost unnoticeable, but Lori knew he was coming, and made it clear to him that she was allowing him to get through her wardings. The minor frustration it brought him, evident in his aura's scent strengthening brought a smile to Lori's face.
Cat, prepare yourself. Lord Eter seeks to examine you. You will not disappoint me. Do not make yourself appealing to his tastes
. That explained the scent of a noble, but why would he want to see Lori? Only those who needed to know knew who, or what she was. Anyone who needed her services simply discussed it with Leric.
Eter was a quite minor lord according to all she knew about the nobility of the Magocracy, so there would only be one reason he sought the lowly neko servant of Leric. He sought a toy, pet, or slave. Leric must not have much choice in this, he wouldn't give her up simply, she was too useful. So why was he allowing this? Lori couldn't reply, her natural affinity for mental warding limited her ability to learn the magic of telepathy, but she didn't need to. He knew his message got through to her, and she'd have to follow it. The latter part of his command would come naturally, luckily, Lori was appealing to the eye of most men, but between having just coughing up a hairball, her lack of grooming, and simple, dirty, clothing, she wasn't exactly looking as good as she could. Beyond that, her mannerisms would throw away any interest the noble may have had, even with her distaste for Leric; Lori had no intention of allowing herself to be an object of sex and submission to some lowly lord.
She smelt the approach of the noble and spymaster's approach to the single door that led into her unfurnished chambers, as the lord approached a more subtle smell became apparent within his aura. Lilac. Lori's fur bristled for a breath, before one more flattening. It was the same scent of her collar, the scent of primordial druidic magic. He had been one of the men to slaughter the circles. His aura smelt of pride and power, but now that she could sense it more clearly, was twisting with shame and guilt. As the door swung open she saw the familiar outline of the Spymaster, ashen skin and dark grey robes, with a magicked hood that concealed his face with darkness and smoke. A pendant around his neck with the twin rune of illusion and deceit. Marking him as a member of the council, the Spymaster. The other man, dressed in fine if simple garments, shoulders adorned with his house's cape, a simple forest green weaved of arcane cloth. He stood a head taller than the spymaster beside him, slightly muscled with little fat. His skin was a shade paler than Lori's own olive skin, and short cut hair raven black. What drew Lori's gaze though, was his pair of emerald-green eyes, shining with the twinkle of magic few humans possessed. She stood, straightening her posture, tilting her head a twinge up to maintain the gaze of the man before he spoke, addressing her current master. "This is the one Leric?"
He spoke in a tone that made clear he already knew the answer, a curious trait Lori still failed to understand in humans. "Yes my lord, this is my servant, and I once more assure you that if you seek a mistress, there are far better options, she refuses to even bed me, I c-" before he finished, the taller man held up a hand to silence him. Technically he did have a higher title, Leric was not noble born, but everyone was well aware the Spymaster in truth held more influence. Though by now, Lori had a small idea of what brought this all about, and didn't restrain her smile as she realized that for this small moment, Leric had little power about the outcome of this. Her suspicions confirmed with the man's next words.
"I have been granted rite to any of your belongings of my own choosing. I do not appreciate you trying to sway my decision. What language does she speak, so I may interview her?" He spoke with a voice that betrayed his own annoyance, dislike of the spymaster was not uncommon, but the man must have been quite slighted to be this open in his hostility. Then again, the council awarded him rite against Leric, so his grievance must be severe. Regardless, she now decided to speak.
"Lori understands high arcano fine. He can speak to her in his preferred language, though Lori would be amused to see him try to speak in Faetongue." Of course, her easy pronunciation of the complex language came to little surprise to her keeper, but the lord took a step back in shock, before squinting at her, taking several steps, the spymaster forgotten.
"But to speak high arcano requires noble blood, how could a Neko be capable, let alone actually learn?" His aura flashed with curiosity, for once a question he could not answer on his own.
"She does have some degree of nobility in her blood..." the spymaster said hesitantly, glaring at Lori. If he thought she would lie to a lord when speaking freely would do the same, he was mistaken. To be expected of a man such as himself though, one who lived and breathed with lies.