(when shoved, voryn plants his feet, the toes of the boots bound tightly around his soles to protect them from fire and war, and lowers his centre of gravity. this drives friction up and neuters his slide into the chaise that is only jumped back another inch. there is no stagger, only the hiding of the nail that he once held in his hand within the many folds of a patterned waistbelt. there is no issued thank-you, only the mechanical straightening of rumpled robes.

the women are allies. expression coached into his severe default, voryn time for mild surprise is over. all that's shown of his opinion of it is a thinning of his eyes, finding it distasteful.)

Akua, (the chimer greets her, then turns to hayame to say goodbye.) Nammu. I made few slights and they occurred after your assistance, but I acknowledge these words and agree with them: We're done, but not forever.

Assault me again and I shall kill you. This is the oath I swear to you.

(the foreign term is spoken like the first, softly and calmly, but this time, it carries no ill intent. those curses and foul things will be reserved for future dealings should they make an enemy of each other. while it seems that that is what has occurred today, lord voryn dagoth told hayame before akua's interjection that they should go their separate ways and he is, if nothing else, a man of his word. when they speak, he lets hair like black satin slide off of the back of his hand over his left shoulder, departing without another word.)