"Afraid they'll burn down the kitchen unsupervised?" Faye muttered and his duskwight hearing picked up clearly.
Jaques smirks and nods, his tone amused, "Validly so. We've had a share of... exciting kitchen fires the last few moons." Lily nodded her head enthusiastically to the comment as she continued her work over the sink.
He was finally starting to relax a bit more. Val had shifted from highly alert and into bored guard mode and Jaques took that as a rather good sign. He knew Val's opinion would hold sway given his relationship with the Lady. But if the Seeker's only complaints were that the place was too boring and he hated the tea... well that shouldn't impede on them getting a donation. Probably.
Then there was the yawn. It was a very impressive one all things considered and the resulting... greeting?... Was fairly comical although he managed to hide his amusement, especially from the resulting exchange from of him and his Lady. Things moved on from it fairly quickly and he could see the relief on the miqo'te's face.
Jaques nods in agreement with Chiane's suggestion to show off the basement next and moves closer to the two doors nearby. As he walks over he tries to catch Remi's attention, mouthing to the armoured duskwight, Stay up here.
One door is at the back wall of the kitchen and is a larger and heavier door like the front door had been. The other, smaller door he heads to and opens as Faye and Chiane exchange words, revealing a narrow and spiraling staircase leading down. None of the fanciness of the rest of the building showed here as even the cut stones were rough in comparison. This was obviously never intended to be seen by any patron when this was still functioning as a brothel and 'breeding' facility.
"Compared to that, the physical aspect of training them is probably a breeze." Faye was saying as she had begun to follow, still looking to Chiane.
Jaques pipes up again, "You are correct. The fighting forms I've been showing them they seem to take to quite well. Although there is a distinct lack of power in the movements and they treat it as some sort of dance. Which -is- something they're all quite good at." He leads the way down the spiraling steps that would make them walk single file and into the large space below. No colorful sashes or tapestries hung from the walls save for a couple in the back half of the room. The incense was also much less strong as none was being burned down here. Though it was just as well lit as the main floor had been and didn't have that typical gloom that most windowless rooms had. No one else seemed to be down here.
The large basement was broken up into two sections by a series of divider screens about halfway down the length of the room from where they entered. And the section they were in seemed to be in a state of flux. There was a small and more intimately positioned seating area than the one they'd just used upstairs. But along the walls were makeshift tables and old desks set up with various tools representing several of the major crafting guilds on their surfaces. A small series of labeled drawers and shelves that contained an assortment of raw, yet easy to acquire materials filled in spaces between the work areas.
The first sight that would greet them at the far end of the room would be the assortment of weaponry that hung from pegs or rested on shelves along the back wall. Some of them obviously training weapons while others less so. Swords, axes, clawed fists, knuckles, bows, and daggers were all present. Although there was a distinct lack of longer weapons, which Val would undoubtedly notice, save for a couple of quarterstaves leaning in a corner. The floor in front of the wall was lain with tatami mats.
Should any move back there to see what the dividers hid would see the old and battered wooden training dummy which had been bolted to the floor. It's head missing which is why it didn't show above the dividing screens. A couple of target boards had been erected along the left side wall on either side of the dummy, both having deep pockmarks in it's surface. Undoubtedly the markings of the throwing daggers that rested on the shelves.
However the probably much more obvious 'thing' that the divider's hid was a dark brown-skinned plainsfolk lalafell. His black and cornrow braided hair was streaked with a bright and minty green tint and the tattoos on his face matched the colour. One tattoo that looked like some sort of rune above his right eye and another more abstract tattoo down the left side of his face. His brows were knitted together over bright green eyes in a fit of intense concentration as he knelt and scribbled out a complex geometric diagram in the open book in front of him. He wore a simple dark blue robe and he had a fine sheen of sweat that covered him as though he'd been exerting himself recently. His attention would occasionally divert to a series of three other books laid out around him. His ink-stained fingers scratching absently at his goatee in thought before returning to his scribblings. He was entirely oblivious to everything else.
Jaques, for his part, remains silent as he waits for them all to file in. He stays on the near side of the room and doesn't immediately head to the training area they'd just been discussing. All in an effort to help Val, still on active guard duty, stay at ease from the initial tenseness that seeing all the weapons in the back might cause. When Vaughn emerges from the stairway he shifts closer and snakes an arm around the smaller elezen's waist. He gives their guests time to look around the place and waits for attention to fall back to him and Vaughn or Chiane.
Jaques smirks and nods, his tone amused, "Validly so. We've had a share of... exciting kitchen fires the last few moons." Lily nodded her head enthusiastically to the comment as she continued her work over the sink.
He was finally starting to relax a bit more. Val had shifted from highly alert and into bored guard mode and Jaques took that as a rather good sign. He knew Val's opinion would hold sway given his relationship with the Lady. But if the Seeker's only complaints were that the place was too boring and he hated the tea... well that shouldn't impede on them getting a donation. Probably.
Then there was the yawn. It was a very impressive one all things considered and the resulting... greeting?... Was fairly comical although he managed to hide his amusement, especially from the resulting exchange from of him and his Lady. Things moved on from it fairly quickly and he could see the relief on the miqo'te's face.
Jaques nods in agreement with Chiane's suggestion to show off the basement next and moves closer to the two doors nearby. As he walks over he tries to catch Remi's attention, mouthing to the armoured duskwight, Stay up here.
One door is at the back wall of the kitchen and is a larger and heavier door like the front door had been. The other, smaller door he heads to and opens as Faye and Chiane exchange words, revealing a narrow and spiraling staircase leading down. None of the fanciness of the rest of the building showed here as even the cut stones were rough in comparison. This was obviously never intended to be seen by any patron when this was still functioning as a brothel and 'breeding' facility.
"Compared to that, the physical aspect of training them is probably a breeze." Faye was saying as she had begun to follow, still looking to Chiane.
Jaques pipes up again, "You are correct. The fighting forms I've been showing them they seem to take to quite well. Although there is a distinct lack of power in the movements and they treat it as some sort of dance. Which -is- something they're all quite good at." He leads the way down the spiraling steps that would make them walk single file and into the large space below. No colorful sashes or tapestries hung from the walls save for a couple in the back half of the room. The incense was also much less strong as none was being burned down here. Though it was just as well lit as the main floor had been and didn't have that typical gloom that most windowless rooms had. No one else seemed to be down here.
The large basement was broken up into two sections by a series of divider screens about halfway down the length of the room from where they entered. And the section they were in seemed to be in a state of flux. There was a small and more intimately positioned seating area than the one they'd just used upstairs. But along the walls were makeshift tables and old desks set up with various tools representing several of the major crafting guilds on their surfaces. A small series of labeled drawers and shelves that contained an assortment of raw, yet easy to acquire materials filled in spaces between the work areas.
The first sight that would greet them at the far end of the room would be the assortment of weaponry that hung from pegs or rested on shelves along the back wall. Some of them obviously training weapons while others less so. Swords, axes, clawed fists, knuckles, bows, and daggers were all present. Although there was a distinct lack of longer weapons, which Val would undoubtedly notice, save for a couple of quarterstaves leaning in a corner. The floor in front of the wall was lain with tatami mats.
Should any move back there to see what the dividers hid would see the old and battered wooden training dummy which had been bolted to the floor. It's head missing which is why it didn't show above the dividing screens. A couple of target boards had been erected along the left side wall on either side of the dummy, both having deep pockmarks in it's surface. Undoubtedly the markings of the throwing daggers that rested on the shelves.
However the probably much more obvious 'thing' that the divider's hid was a dark brown-skinned plainsfolk lalafell. His black and cornrow braided hair was streaked with a bright and minty green tint and the tattoos on his face matched the colour. One tattoo that looked like some sort of rune above his right eye and another more abstract tattoo down the left side of his face. His brows were knitted together over bright green eyes in a fit of intense concentration as he knelt and scribbled out a complex geometric diagram in the open book in front of him. He wore a simple dark blue robe and he had a fine sheen of sweat that covered him as though he'd been exerting himself recently. His attention would occasionally divert to a series of three other books laid out around him. His ink-stained fingers scratching absently at his goatee in thought before returning to his scribblings. He was entirely oblivious to everything else.
Jaques, for his part, remains silent as he waits for them all to file in. He stays on the near side of the room and doesn't immediately head to the training area they'd just been discussing. All in an effort to help Val, still on active guard duty, stay at ease from the initial tenseness that seeing all the weapons in the back might cause. When Vaughn emerges from the stairway he shifts closer and snakes an arm around the smaller elezen's waist. He gives their guests time to look around the place and waits for attention to fall back to him and Vaughn or Chiane.