Jenn drummed her fingernails against the arm of her chair, a thoughtful frown creasing her smooth features. Her pert rosebud lips puckered, twisting slightly to one side as she stared at the wall opposite, sea-green eyes locked on the carven image of a stag in the wooden panel.
Events had taken an interesting turn as well as a vaguely frustrating one. Carefuly laid plans had turned to chaos in short order, but none aside from herself was aware of it. She had not spoken to the others concerning Drevorin's little conversation with her some days prior and nor would she until she had devised a strategy for countering his interferance.
He had Ilaru, or so he had said, safely tucked away within his house. That would pose a problem in getting the girl where Jenn wished her to be; namely within her own clutches, down in the dungeon to see what harm her actions had wrought upon those she cared for. The one saving grace about that little chat with that man had been him letting slip that the girl was deeply troubled and in need of "mending," a thing which he had professed a desire to do himself. If in need of fixing she was, and at the hands of a madman, then Jenn's campaign to drive the girl to the brink of insanity was progressing perfectly.
Jenn wondered briefly if such a happening would send the girl even further around bend. The thought amused her, causing a short trill of light and quiet laughter to escape her throat. Perhaps, then, Drevorin's interferance would aid her in the long run, but it would most definately draw out the proceedings much further than she had a wish for. She could not keep those people down in the dark forever; sooner or later she would need to dispose of them and that would put a severe dent in her plans.
The second thing to be a bother was Seaver. The boy was becoming jumpy, nervous. That was not a good sign in an accomplice, or in this case a tool. Such things inevitably led to rash decisions which, in turn, caused unnecessary complications. The first signs of that slippery slope had come to light just that morning when he had strolled into the manor with a bound woman over his shoulder.
The woman, whose name Jenn had not bothered to discover as of yet, was apparantly somehow related to Ilaru and had been asking questions concerning the girl and Siward. These questions had unnerved Seaver, spurring him into kidnapping the woman and bringing her straight to the house.
Jenn shook her head, breathing a quiet sigh. Ilaru was well enough known within Bree to make a lot of people question her whereabouts and her connection to Siward had hardly been a secret. If they were to take everyone who showed an interest, the dungeons would become full within a matter of days. It was a ridiculous notion to kidnap everyone doing as this unknown woman had done. The matter could have easily been avoided with a few well-constructed lies or outright denial.
Still, it was too late now. Jenn could hardly let the woman walk free after she had been brought to her; that would have raised some very awkward questions indeed. She was highly tempted to simply kill the new arrival outright and dump her body in the marshes.
Making a sharp swiping gesture with her right hand, Jenn mentally dismissed the notion. The boy was losing his intestinal fortitude, the woman was an unnecessary addition but might prove to be a useful one and Drevorin was a bit of a problem, but these were only minor setbacks if she chose to think of them as such.
Unexpected twists, the element of chaos thrown into the mixture; it made everything that bit more interesting and thus that bit more enjoyable.
