Ishmael was dealing with things, detailing accounts of things around the streets of Elderkeep that his band of spies collected for him: one had to really ask where wasn't Ishmael's pets?

He had eyes in the sky, low to the ground, things that could see at night or in the corners of long forgotten wagons. Ish had all sorts of recorded scandal from stupid Dresmondi day dreams, steamy sexy cousin "they thought they were alone" solo sessions (some cousin on cousin action too), and even some more private thoughts from his loving family. Oh what a wicked crew. Gus his most loyal rat sat on his shoulder when Avalon came bounding into the room with a crying and disheveled Helga, sweet Helga. Truth was Helga was feral in manner a wild child but Ish didn't mind, she was a most interesting critter as he grew.

He stood from his chair and he let her barrage roll out he just stared down at Helga then was quiet a moment longer, "hup-up to pappa," he patted his belly and Helga reached up to take her very large land before using her legs to climb up the man's massive legs, now most children would probably cringed away from the hollow deep voice of Big Ish but Helga stopped crying and clung around his neck and barrel shaped gut, "teeth," he said and Helga opened her mouth, "yes, I see, you got more," Ishmael knew Ava wouldn't notice probably would care, "see sharp, she's cutting some new teeth mommy dearest," he showed Avalon Helgas open mouth and there were almost six teeth that were like fangs, "bone," he reached into his pocket and presented it to Helga (he believed it had been the femur of one of those Lorendale soldiers) to which she took and began to naw.

Ishmael looked down at Avalon, "Good morning your Majesty."

Avalon knew nothing about children so Ishmael sat Helga down slipping her a bone inside of the pocket of her jumper and sent her on her way, "go find Avery, play," and she didn't question it as tiny legs hurried her out of his space. Ishmael returned to his own seat and finished his notes, "the blessing wasn't for you, but for me and the family," he said very condescending, "anywaaays, how can I be of service my Queen?"

Ishmael ignored the mockery but who in this family didn't mock him? Sitting his quill down he closed his little black book and placed it with his dozen other black books on his desk.

"Nothing spectacular, I fear I'll be removing far more marks than I'll be issuing," he remarked with a gruff voice of zero enthusiasm, "but fear? There isn't a unit of measurement for us to label the fear gripping the Dresmondi for tribute this year," thi had a bit of glee etched in his tone this time, "I'm interested in seeing what little Eirwen & Yule brings to tribute this year...wouldn't surprised if she didn't want to breed with Hiram this year but we should be mindful of her still," she wasn't a threat to the family (she was quite infatuated with them actually; to a point of obsessive), "Not that she's a threat to the family but to her own people, a murder hobo, she killed three the other day for not stopping their work when Elena was out..." he pondered, "We need to give her some kind of focus."

"Noted," but Ishmael in fact did not note anything, "but no one outside of the family is touching this peen," oh Ishmael let his acid green eyes linger down Avalon and as if he could picture that firm nice full backside of hers, "If you'd let me I have time for a quick Tribute now," just as brash and horny as Hiram a rare correlation outside of their raising that they shared (minus his taste for that whore Canary family a few in the family had tasted; bile rose in the back of throat thinking about Remiel all over his Myla...oh he knew about them; again he had eyes everywhere) but the bad taste didn't detract from the sudden of swelling of blood in his naughty parts, "I've never took from the pride of Tribute...do I not turn you on because I don't kill senseless? I could...you know...but why spoil the family's enjoyment?" finally he looked back at Avalons eyes.

Ishmaels "tribute" was at full attention the moment Avalon stroke his beard and worse when she grabbed him, he couldn't help but grin, still he did help her with her corset large but nimble fingers making quick work of the laces. Ish worked quickly on the corset before his large hands found her thick backside which he squeezed tightly, "oh we'll both be getting marks," he breathed heavily before he bent her over his desk and took to stand behind her one hand working on his own trousers as the other wrapped up in all that glorious red hair, "I'll be sure to be just as through with this as I am to my butchering.."

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Ishmael was heaving when he finished and the candles in the room had burned almost entirely away, and despite the room being a little messy and the rest of hi clothes being tossed carelessly they had finished where they had begun. He only put on his trousers hooking suspenders over his shoulders and he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, "drink," and he drank heavily from it then offered her a drink, of course he didn't offer to help her dress he enjoyed the view of Avalon.

"Be cautious on your vacation."

"Scared? No," he said quite matter of fact scratching his belly and shuffling his feet into slippers, "And for you? Hardly ever nor for flattery sake I'm speaking on the others some who aren't as acquainted with being out and about," Ish stared at her ass (it was perfect), "Azazel Eldouir is who I'm talking," his acidic green eyes still lingering.