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[dearest_nehaa]

Nehaalista had felt fairly satisfied that the other three had agreed to speaking (somewhat) peacefully. She did, naturally, harbor doubt about the Death Knight, but that could be rectified easily if that odious, hideous elf chose to bring her weapon

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[scourgeborne]

A runeblade was not simply a weapon. It was not something she could simply leave behind as requested.

Seviilia hovered darkly outside of the sensoriums in thought, frosted eyes narrowed. It hadn't been her intention to be deceitful, but she didn't trust this ship (or its patrons) enough to leave her runeblade, the fragment of what had been left of her soul, laying out in the open. She doubted the paladin (or anyone else for that matter) would understand her plight and thus chose to step into the room with the weapon in her hand.

She had paused momentarily to meet the eyes of Nehaa before setting the runeblade aside to the wall nearest to the doorway. "If you require an explanation, I will provide it," she stated simply, before the paladin could protest. Fully expecting some form of rebuking, she stepped into the room unarmed, wrapping her hand around the back of the nearest chair. "But I harbor no ill intentions this day."

[dearest_nehaa]

Ever so slightly, Nehaalista's fingers clenched in the steeple and relaxed. Of course the death knight would have a "reason" for bringing a weapon to the proceedings. Of course, she could totally and undeniably be trusted. Just like the rest of her people.

Reining in those rather uncharitable thoughts, Nehaalista started signing. There was a good reason she was having the meeting here and not somewhere like the Dragon. She'd switched her signing from the clumsy over simplistic Common to the more fluid Draenic. [I require a full and detailed explanation, considering the one request I have issued has gone fully and entirely ignored. I do not know that my companion will take very kindly to this.] So explain, Seviilia. And explain well.

[scourgeborne]

"She doesn't need to. I came with the knowledge of several hostilities, regardless of the nature of the meeting," she replied, tone a bit harder. "I hope you do not think me so naive. That aside, my runeblade did not accompany me for that reason."

There was a pause. "A runeblade is not simply a blade, paladin. It has a mind of its own. Without me, it could very well corrupt the mind of an innocent in its quest for a new wielder while its previous is away," Seviilia replied, struggling to keep the cold out of her tone, gesturing with one hand. "That blade is as much apart of me as your skull is apart of you -- you know, of course, what a runeblade can do in the wrong hands."

After all, Frostmourne had been just like every other vampiric runeblade before Arthas had stumbled upon it.

"I am not willing to take the risk -- if it troubles you so, then I shall take my leave."

[dearest_nehaa]

Nehaalista fixed that bright, silvery-blue stare on Seviilia as she thought. If she hadn't been so long lived and bit more hot headed, then she would've cheerfully, and gladly used annoyed inflection in her voice. Well, "voice."

[Please listen to me carefully, then. In the future, if we have any more of these sorts of meetings, allow the magical department to hold your weapon, even if it is just a ward. I have faith that they know what they're doing.] If there was a whole department of them, and no one had blown themselves up, then they were competent enough for her. [It is not the most soothing solution, I know, but it is one that would make it easier on all involved.] Even Frostmourne had been sealed away once upon a time.

[You may sit. The proceedings cannot continue without all of us here, after all.]