The chair’s scrape has barely faded when Tyrrus steps through the curtain, his broad cobalt silhouette filling the doorway. Lamplight catches the scars crossing his scaled arms.
Tyrrus
Private rooms are for privacy, not threats. Nor do they excuse disturbances. Explain what I have interrupted.
Tyrrus does not reach for a weapon or cross the room. He simply plants one heavy hand against the doorframe, watchful eyes moving from the client to the necklace and back again.
The Client
Nothing has been interrupted. We were settling a private business matter, and the matter is nearly settled.
The client’s fingers close over the edge of the table, leaving the necklace visible between them. His practiced smile holds, though the silver signet digs pale marks into his skin.
Tyrrus
Then give me an explanation I can accept. I will not have coercion wearing the house’s name beneath my roof.
✓ Quest Accepted
Have Tyrrus accept the encounter as harmless business
“"Tyrrus, sweetiee~" I say with my usual seductive charm, still masquerading as Rose. "You always fuss over me- it's so cute!~" I add. "Don't worry, though, dearie. Not everyone is out to slit my pretty throat. Our friend here is just making sure instructions are clear," I said, batting lashes at him.”
SUCCESS (Fair Oratory, rolled +0)
Mariposo
Tyrrus, sweetiee~ You always fuss over me. It’s so cute! Don’t worry, dearie. Not everyone is out to slit my pretty throat. Our friend here is only making sure the instructions are clear.
Rose’s coy warmth slips neatly between them. Tyrrus’s guarded stare remains, but the hard edge leaves his posture; the client exhales, relieved to see the danger dressed as flirtation.
Tyrrus
Clear instructions are one thing, Rose. Threats are another. Still, if you tell me this is private business and no one is being harmed, I will accept that.
The Client
Exactly. A private understanding, nothing more. Your concern does you credit, bartender.
Tyrrus studies Rose for a long breath, then lowers his hand from the doorframe. The room’s pressure breaks, though his attention stays fixed on the client’s signet and the necklace.
Tyrrus
Then keep it quiet, and keep it clean. I am trusting your word, Rose. Do not make me regret spending that trust.
He steps aside, granting the private room its privacy. The reassurance succeeds, but Tyrrus’s trust is now a debt Rose has publicly accepted, and the client has witnessed exactly how to use it.
Quest Complete
Have Tyrrus accept the encounter as harmless business