The wine cellar at Vaiths country home was buzzing with activity, a half dozen servants scrambled around fetching this and that. Martin walked in to the small space, to see his brother sitting at a table covered in foods of all kinds, cheeses, fruits, and 3 dozen open wine bottles.
Vaith takes a sip from a light wine making a terrible face, "Oh thats awful!" he tosses the remainder of the glass into a bucket on the floor. "Oh gods, these people have terrible taste in wine. Ahhh, lets try a port?" his sommelieur quickly scurries off to comply to his lords request.
Martin starts to speak when he is interrupted by a large mechanical man saying in a raspy voice, "Errgnom lemmus hushfrackt"
Vaith repeats badly, "Errgnom lemmus hushfrackt"
"You look lovely tonight madam." The machine says.
"Right, hold for a moment." the machine steps back, "Martin. Glad you could make it."
"What the hell is this?"
A butler carrying a plate of cheeses arrives, and Vaith takes a piece and samples it, "Mmmm… thats good… put that one on the list." he turns back to Martin and smiles, "I have this thing in some backwater Silver Cirlce realm called Grendall." he points to the machine, "Thier Lord evidently finds it pleasing when people try to use his language… and do it badly."
Martin laughs, "Ok so what was so important you had to see me now?"
A glass of Port is poured for Vaith, he grabs it and tries it, "Ok, I can live with that… put it on the list with that fishy thing, and the rolls with the seeds. Anything else touches my plate and ill have your skin." he chuckles, as does the servant. "These people have no taste at all." He stands grabbing a white cloth napkin. He moves around to a table to his right, absentmindedly wiping his mouth. He drops the napkin and picks up a dossier.
"Remember that hot little number at Club 88 two days ago? Rixa?" Martin nods as Vaith approaches. "She is some kinda expatriated Chaosian Assassin." he slaps the dossier into Martins chest.
Martin opens the dossier and glances at its contents. "Fuck."
"Yeah, shes working through some handler in Begma." Vaith says, as Martin reads.
A butler arrives with a strange looking suit with tights and a ruff, Vaith shudders, "Hell no! not a chance!" Martin laughs.
"Sir, there is a military dress that you might prefer."
"Yeah, bring that."
Martin chuckles, "You have great legs bro, the tights would look fabulous." he says making a queer gesture with his right hand. He looks back at the dossier, "Man, I so wanted to bang this chick."
"Yeah, shes not a chick…" Vaith laughs, "Just fuckin with ya!" Martin slaps him with the dossier.
The butler arrives with another suit, "Hey thats alot better, I kinda like the epaulettes. Lose the Jabeau please."
"But sir, the jabeau is traditional."
Vaith groans, "Fine."
Martin looks at him with a grin, "So who ya takin to this thing?"
"Lady Vienna Hemlinder of Eregnor."
"Wait doesnt she want to take your balls off or something?" Martin asks.
"No thats her sister, Vienna is the one with the tattoo." he makes a swirling gesture with his hand up and down his right torso.
Sudden recollection crosses Martins face and he smiles, "Oh yeah, very nice" he nods.
"Damn, I wonder who wants to kill me."
"Dont know, I'll see what I can find out."
"Thanks man."
Vaith smiles, "Hey, your my brother, and since im the good looking one its my duty to point out evil skanks to you." he starts to leave, "Enjoy the cheese, I have to see dad."
Martin nods, "You be a good boy Vaith, and do what daddy tells you."
Vaith just gives him the finger as he leaves.