"You said you had a small audience for me to play for. I don’t see anyone."
She had tried to dress her best for him, though admittedly her best was still rather tarnished by the fact that she never had much coin to spend on herself. That would hopefully change after this latest show. She might even be able to move on from playing on the streets and stick to playing in closed, official spaces.
He had approached her some time ago, on several occasions to give her a few coins for her public, unofficial performances. He’d always had a polite, reserved smile on his face and though she always recognized him afterward, she’d never thought much of him until he actually spoke to her, taking some time to become acquainted. He was charming, but distantly so and while he was pleasant, he still seemed a bit too high for her to get very friendly with, so she’d maintained a cheerful, but respectful demeanor around him. He never stayed to chat for more than a half hour at most, but after about a week of short, simple conversations he’d came to her again, requesting that she share her talents with a number of his friends and comrades.
Of course, she’d jumped at the opportunity with all the enchanting eagerness and naivete that he’d expected.
"I do, I do. They’re just in here." Revalias assured, leading her from the foyer into a separate room. Something odd, an uncomfortable feeling, settled in Sai’bariel’s chest at the sight of the long hallway before her, but she was halfway down it before the thought of backing out had crossed her mind. Before she’d worked up the courage to speak, Revalias had opened the door at the end of the hallway and she’d stepped across the threshold into a room devoid of people. She was clearly just being paranoid.
After all, the last time you were led into an empty room, your entire way of life was taken from you.
Which isn’t to say the room was empty, no, it was plainly an alchemists laboratory, sterile and cold. Contraptions that went far behind her idiot mind littered several counter tops. She saw more than one operating table and glass cabinets filled with vials.
Sai’bariel backtracked through the door and turned, her heart jumping into her throat as her way was blocked by a slight woman with a bland, calm smile. Revalias put a hand on Sai’bariel’s shoulder and eased her back into the lab.
"Miss Quel’thori, I have a bit of a proposition for you, if you’ll hear me out." He said, his voice quite calm and even. If it weren’t for her ill-timed intuition, the soothing timbre of his voice might even have calmed her suspicions. However, the realization that she’d never given him her surname made her heart sink again as she turned her gaze away from Mina to look at the alchemist. His lips were upturned in a knowing, secretive smile.
"No, I know who you are. You know, I believe your family would be elated to hear that you are, in fact, not dead."
Sai’bariel’s eyes went wide and she shook her head, cheeks paling at the thought. ”No, you can’t tell them, they can’t know what’s happened to me.”
"Then I would urge you to hear my propositions. If you don’t like them, you are, of course, free to walk away. But every action has a consequence, and I would be very hurt if you turned down my offer." He said, letting Mina slip into the laboratory before closing the door behind her.
"After all, I just want to make you a better you."