Imperia awakes to the familiar sound of Jorhan.
"I'm up, I'm up" she called back out to him, kicking off the covers and stretching in the early morning light.
She opened her trunk and pulled out a rather nice outfit. Not as nice as the one from Pinkier's, but she hardly needed to cause a fuss with her wardrobe on a day like today. What she chose today was a bit of a mix and match from two outfits. The end result was a rather smart looking black and red ensemble with a touch of dark blue to hopefully offset the rather Chelish color set. Now that she looked at it, most of her clothes looked like they could be used to make a Chelaxian flag. She made a note to perhaps fix that later. She matched it up with the shoes from Pinkier before running a brush through her hair.
"Sorry Ziggip, but you'll have to keep yourself occupied elsewhere today. Out of sight, preferably. I imagine you can kill some time on the roof?" she says with a grin, giving the imp a pat on the head before settling down with her spellbook. Not that she expected to need spells today, but she hadn't thought she'd really need them yesterday, either.
"Horrible, but better than you apparently," she replied to Jorhan as she mader her way out of her room. She pushed her glasses up on her nose as she watch Jorhan busy himself with eating and talking. How he had that much energy after no sleep was beyond her ability to comprehend.
"I'm not going to get in trouble for all this, am I?" she asked as nervousness over the day started to set in. She was only a commissioner, and a new one at that. Maybe she was getting in over her head. Too late to worry about that now, she thought, giving her head a shake.
"Do I need to bring anything with me? Wait-- I need to send a message to my boss... I got to find that adorable messenger boy when we get there."
Imperia's morning consists mostly of letting Ziggip eat her breakfast (she's to nervous to eat it herself) and pacing as she tries to imaine how the day will play out.
”Trouble?” Jorhan says, finishing up his eggs. ”Nothing major, I’m sure. Everything is forgiven in Andoran for Chelish treason. This nation has a long memory and is always eager to score a point. Besides, allt he watchdogs will be going after Councilor Kronwaer.” he stops and shakes his head. ”Can you imagine? Such a high and respected figure, consorting with rebels and spies? Shame.” he finishes eating and bounces on his heels as Imperia (and Ziggup) eat.
”Just bring all the documentation. It’ll be gone over by the Council afterwards. That is our clinching evidence, our proof, our blood knife!” he smacks the table to prove his point.
With that they are off, into the quiet pre-dawn streets. The morning is chilly, but warming quickly. The gray morning light is slowly brightening as Jorhan leads Imperia down the streets, to the nicer districts surrounding the People’s Palace. She sees few others about this early, a few porters and tradesmen setting up shop for the day. The smell of bakers making morning bread wafts up (as well as the less pleasant smell of the night-soil men hurrying home after a long night).
The sun is just peeping over the roofs of buildings when Imperia steps on the dewy grass of the Field of Concord. On the vast expanse she spots a few gardeners potting about, as well as a few politicians heading for the Palace. Jorhan picks up the already brisk pace, ”We are early. Good. I want to have some time to prepare the ground.”
Coming from behind a tree, Imperia suddenly spots a familiar figure beckon to her. It is Jolante Rubi, the old rabble-rousing lady from Imperia’s first day (seems like a year ago!). The stocky lady waves impatiently at her.
Johran glances and says, ”Go ahead. Meet me at the front steps of the Palace. And don’t take too long…” he takes off into a near run, catching up with a plump Councilor a few yards ahead, and begins talking excitedly.
Imperia listens politely to Jorhan, though her mind is racing with every possible scenario she can imagine. Most are wildly inaccurate she's sure, but they're still there running through her head.
She was almost glad for the distraction of the slightly familiar Jolante Rubi. Almost. This could just be more stress waiting to load itself onto her shoulders.
"I'll be quick," she assures Jorhan when he tells her where to meet him.
She lifts her skirts to keep them out of the dew as she scuttles over to the impatient woman.
"What, what is it? I've got a very important meeting so I haven't got long..."
The older woman smiles, setting down the box she speaks on. ”I have heard you have made quite a splash down at the docks. A number of enemies too.” she says, with a grim look then smiles. ”But not me. I liked you that first day, and I still do. I have told those groups that I have influence with to ease off. Hopefully it does you some good.” she shrugs.
”I just wanted to encourage you to be an upstanding citizen. It is not easy, doubly so where you are going.” she sends a dark looking at the Palace, starting to shimmer in the pink morning light. ”Keep your head about you. The waters run deep in that place, and it may not be easy for you to keep your head above the waves…” She shakes her head.
”What we have come to. Anyway, we must talk sometime. Some day when you have time, stop by. I’m sure I could keep things interesting. But I don’t keep you anymore.” The lady shoulders her box again.
"Ah yes. I have ruined several lives and made an enemy of a small gnome in charge of ledgers," she says with a grin at the idea of making a splash. She listens to the woman, who for some reason Imperia trusts as a solid political adviser; the woman knew how to command attention if nothing else.
"I don't know that I deserve such thoughtfulness and kind words, but I assure you I will act justly in the name of the law. We'll have to do tea sometime. Wish me luck!" she adds as a final thought before giving her a wave as she hustles off to meet back up with Jorhan.
"Okay Ziggip, you keep out of trouble. Stay out of sight. Take a nap on the roof. Whatever you do, do not do anything you know I'd scold you for," she said in a hushed tone to the imp, sending him away. "I'll meet you back out here, so make sure you can see me when i come out." Ziggip stuck his tongue out mockingly, but did as he was told and flapped off towards the roof. It was very likely he'd nap there all day if he had to.
She made her way quickly to the front steps of the Palace, not wanting to be late on such a day.
The Palace is as impressive as it was when Imperia first saw it. Giant, looming dome, glittering glass panes larger then a house, giant frowning pillars and massive steps made of purest marble. Silent and massive, it looked even bigger and grander in the gray morning light, flecked with dew.
The steps are flanked with immobile Eagle Knights, at ramrod attention. All ready the stairs are becoming crowded with Councilors and other bureaucrats. Imperia notices that many are looking at her, whispering, pointing, debating. It is obvious everyone know who she is.
Johran waits at the top of the stairs, deep in debate with a graying man, with long whiskers and leaning on a short cane. Despite his age, his eyes seemed bright under the dropping lids and the cane was held in a firm grip. Johran looks up and says, ”Imperia, may I introduce you to the Minister of Justice, Ferax Luthar?” he says formally. The Minister turns an eye on Imperia, examining her carefully.
Around them knots of men stop and look, trying to eavesdrop without being obvious. Behind the Minsiter stands a slab-sided man, respectfully waiting, armed and uniformed but Imperia has no idea what group he belongs to.
The walk up the stairs was awkward if nothing else. Too many eyes who probably knew more about her than she cared for them to. Or maybe she was just being paranoid. She offered polite smiles to anyone who she happened to catch staring at her, but didn't pause until she found Jorhan at the top of the stairs along side another older looking man.
"An honor and a pleasure, Minister," Imperia says graciously with a curious glance towards Jorhan when he makes the introductions. People around were certainly not being discrete about listening in on the exchange. Imperia extended her hand in an offering of a hand shake, not entirely sure that was appropriate, but it seemed polite enough. "I'm Imperia Voralius, Commissioner of the Ministry of Trade."
She wasn't sure what to say to this man. She wasn't sure where this man fell on this topic, though hopefully he was as much a man of the law as his title would suggest. She clutched her side bag a little tighter as if this was her lifeline to not drown in this whole mess. She had the evidence, and that was all that mattered,
The old man takes her hand gently, his skin leathery and wrinkled. He nods politely and says, in a whispery, low tone "Young Councilor Jorhan here, says you are going to make quite the stir today." He does not look altogether approving as he says it. After a final sweep of his eyes, lingering on Imperia, he makes his way into the cavernous atrium of the palace. The armed man follows behind, obviously at ease, his red-gold uniform making him stick out.
Jorhan shakes his head and says, "Don't worry, you did all right. Luthar is always like that. The fact that he shook your hand in encouraging." He points to another man, imperiously striding past them. of average height, with a mop of brown hair he doesn't look impressive but a cluster of men surround him, and his firm steps pause for no one.
"Tregar Smithwell." Jorhan breathes, "Master of the Coin. He never attends Council meetings. We really are getting a full house...Let's try and meet him." Jorhan only makes a few steps however before they are stopped by amn wearing the same red-gold uniform.
"Commissioner Imperia Voralius?" he asks. She notices he is a very young man, with acne still on his face. But he does carry a very real sword.
Imperia shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the Minister. "Hopefully it won't be too much of a fuss. I rarely like causing such a stir."
She lets out a sigh of relief when the Minister leaves, but she tenses up the moment Jorhan spots the Master of Coin and suggests they figure a way to meet him. Imperia was feeling very, very small surrounded by all these powerful men and women. She uses Jorhan's tone of adoration and excitement as a judge to gauge people's levels of importance.
She was about to offer a feeble protest to all the introductions when she's stopped by a... what were those uniforms for?
"Yes, I am she," Imperia said, eyes the uniform for a sign of what this young man was. Perhaps a guard of some sort with a sword like that?
"Can I help you, young man?"
The guard grins slightly at being addressed as 'young man' but quickly sobers as he remembers where he is. ”Oh, I'm with the Palace Guard ma'am.” he says, and Johran nods absently, already sighting out other prominent Council members.
”Do you want to come with me?” he says, in a high pitched voice. ”I have to take you to the Visitor’s Room, before you go in front of the Council. “ he says, already pointing to a gleaming wooden door leading away from the crowded entryway.
”Go on, Imperia.” Johran says, ruefully. ”I had hoped to introduce you to more people but apparently I did my work too well. There is a rush this morning!” he vanishes into the press, trying to corner this man or that.
The wooden door leads to a well-appointed room, complete with roaring fire, large windows and cushioned chairs. Pictures of famed Councilors of the past hang on the walls and a deep red carpet coats the floor. The young man coughs and leads Imperia to have a seat. ”Just wait here, until they call for you. You'll go right from here to the main Council Chambers...” he turns and starts to walk away before turning around and saying, embarrassed, ”Do...do you have any weapons? I am supposed to disarm anyone going into the Council? Don't worry I'll return it all to you. Also, is there anything you need, water, anything like that?” he adds, trying to be nice.
"Ah, an honor to meet you, young man. I don't suppose you have a name or a title I ought to be calling you?"
At the encouragement of Jorhan, Imperia agrees to follow the young guard to this Visitor room, more than a little pleased to have avoided many more introductions. She gives Jorhan a farewell wave before following after the guard.
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Imperia takes a seat in the rather well decorated room. Maybe a little over decorated for her simple tastes. It was likely done up in such a way that would leave visitors in awe of the power and wealth of the heart of Andoran. The more she thought on it, the more intimidating it seemed so she set her attention back on the guard for the time being.
"Weapons?" Imperia says, feeling at her belt where a small dagger rested in it's sheath. "Of course. I'm sure it will be kept quite safe for me while I'm with the Council," she says, handing over the weapon. "I suppose a glass of water wouldn't go astray, if it's not too much trouble."
She sincerely hoped they wouldn't leave her in here too long. It would give her far too much time to think on the rather important meeting she was about to head into.
”Oh, just guardsmen or something of that sort.” the young man says carelessly.
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Imperia sits down on a very comfortable couch, next to a gold inlaid table, covered with an enamel and ebony chess set, glistening in the morning sun. The guardsmen opens a gleaming cabinet and pours out a glass of water. It is fresh and cool, with a hint of lemon flavoring.
The guard bows and says, ”Just wait here, the Council will call you when ready.” and he leaves, softly closing the door behind him.
Only a few anxious minutes pass before a different door (the room has several) opens and a man steps in. He is a very well-dressed, smiling half-elf, moving with liquid, fluid grace. Utterly confident in the opulent surroundings, Imperia can't help but notice he is extremely good looking.
He sits down at the chair next to the couch and says, ”May we talk? My name is Ramin Westfall and I represent...some powerful and wealthy men int his city.” he sends her a flashing, winning smiles. Then he points at the chess board, ”Do you play? We can do so while I explain my..business proposition?” he says easily, looking directly at Imperia.
Imperia has just got quite comfortable on the couch with her water when the man who introduced himself as Ramin came in. Initially, she had jumped out of her seat assuming this was her summons to the Council, but was disappointed (and relieved in a way) that it was just a pretty face to discuss business.
She reseats herself as the newcomer takes a chair near her.
"I assume you already know my name then. What 'powerful and wealthy' men do you represent exactly?"
She glances down to the chessboard and shrugged.
"I haven't had a game in awhile, but I see no reason not to."
She adjusts herself to get into a position that allows her a better view of the board. It was a lovely set.
"What is it you wish to discuss?"
”Business, of course.” he says, smiling. He leans over the board and idly moves a pawn. ”As for who I represent. Oh, a collection of powerful people in the varied political and economic spheres. Quite a diverse group actually.” he says conversationally, keeping an eye on the game.
”More particular, I hear you are going to make quite a stir today in the chamber. Your friend, Jorhan has played it fairly close to the vest. It would be worth a...good deal, for me and my backers to know what you are going to say before you say it. I can reward you handsomely for any little warning you can share here and now.” he says lightly, clearly at ease with the whole affair.
"You'll have to be more specific about your employers than that, I'm afraid, Master Westfall," she said, moving her own pawn on the board. "I'm not a fan of hiding behind pretty faces."
At the mention of such bribery, Imperia sighs heavily.
"Of all the places I have been, things I have experienced, and people I have met... Never have I been offered so much money to assist others in circumventing the law. Your 'backers' will have to wait it out and hear what I have to say when everyone else hears it."
”A pretty face, mine? Flattery will get your everywhere.” he flashes her a glittering smile, then moves a knight, long fingers dextrously pushing the ebony piece. ”But I must maintain some secrets. I can not give away the entire game right in the opening.” he laughs lightly at his own joke.
When Imperia mentions money he sits up, with shock on his face. ”Money? You think I offer you gold for secrets? How crass you must think I am! Ramin Westerfall, trying to bribe a lady of good and honorable standing. Let it never pass your lips again!” he says in, at least, a good act of surprise. ”I merely offer secrets and favors in return. Surely you have goals of your own in this city, justice that needs served, laws upheld, or passed. That sort of thing. My backs can make that happen. We could even say, manage to gather support for an Ethics Committee or investigate certain shipping companies.” The easy posture returns and the charming smile glides back into place. ”All in exchange for a little secret that you wish to declare anyway. Seems an easy way to make friends to me.”
"If these 'backers' truely had my best interests at heart, surely they wouldn't be hiding. I find friends willing to meet your face are the only trustworthy sort. Besides... an Ethics Committee made through unethical dealings isn't an Ethics Committee at all."
She pushed another pawn forward, giving her own knight an exit onto the field of play.
Westerfall looks at the board with a frowning face. Then he shrugs and looks up, "There are friends and there are friends. I am not even asking you to be unethical, merely to give me a sneak peek. Don't you want powerful men and women working in your favor? I doubt even Jorhan would complain about having my backers rowing with you, then against you." he absently moves another pawn, pushing boldly to the center.
"But let us come to the point, you do have an appointment shortly. All I ask is a clue on your topic, a little tidbit for me. And in exchange... powerful favors and influence. Will you be taking me up on my offer? I hate to mention, but I would take it personally if you refused." he adds, no change in his light, friendly tone.
"You'll get no such tidbit, regardless of your personal feelings on the matter. No clues will be given, nor favors asked in return. As you said yourself, Jorhan was tight lipped about it, so I think I'll trust his good judgement on the matter."
While she speaks, she moves her own pawn to mirror Ramin's move.
Imperia's knowledge, gut and common sense tell her this is a brand of information broker, and probably a powerful one if he can waltz into the Visitor's Room without blinking. And a rich one, judging from the way he is dressed, in fine silks, embroidered with an odd jewel here and there.
The man stands up, brushing his clothes carefully. "Ah, what a shame. Well, that is all concluded then. We shall have to take up our game later, M'lady. It is a shame though, that we must suspend play. I fear you do not know all the rules." then he smiles and his grin seems much less friendly, "Not yet."
With that he glides out of a door, with a quiet, firm step.
Nearly instantly after he leaves, another door opens and an older, red-faced man in formal clothes comes in. He bows to Imperia and says, in a deep, rumbling baritone.
"The Council awaits you. Please, follow me."
Imperia watches Westfall rise, her chin held high as she morally praises herself on the inside. This entire country is riddled with backstreet dealings and underhanded plays...
"It's been a pleasure, Master Westfall."
She let out a sigh of relief when he left, something she felt like she was doing quite frequently these days. She wasn't nearly as confident as the show she put on would suggest, but looking weak would simply get her trampled underfoot on everyone's race to the top. At least this way people walked around her.
Her relief was cut short, however, when yet another door opened. She had to feint a groan of displeasure into a fake yawn. She really was not looking forward to this.
"Excellent timing, sir. Thank you," she said, standing and looking down at the chess board.
I do believe I'd have beaten him.
She followed the well dressed man out, steeling her nerves for whatever comes next.
The man leads her down a small hallway, speaking as he did so, ”I'll lead you out the door, into the Council Chamber. Just into the Visitor’s box, m'lady.” he says. ”The Councilor will take it from there. “ he pauses at a green, padded door. From behind it there is the low murmuring of many voices. He looks at Imperia and smiles a bit. ”Don't worry. The Councilors don't bite...much.”
He opens the door and fairly pushes Imperia out of it, closing it gently behind her. The room before her is massive, a huge rotunda, the main mass of the gigantic People's Palace. High above, giant windows let in streams of the early morning light, still tinged orange and pink, gently lighting the distant buttresses far above. Massive banners and flags hang down, honoring old battalions, honored units who fought the Chelish in the Revolt.
But most of the room is dominated by endless seating, stone benches built on the rising, bowl like structure of the room, rising in a vast circle all around Imperia, making her feel like an ant on a plate. The vast sea of seats is perhaps half full, with many of the distant upper regions empty. Obviously the Palace can hold far more then usually attend.
But for all that the room is loud with talk, voices drifting here and there over the massive space, all of it built to echo voices, so distant men seem eerily close. Imperia hears a dozen snatched bits of conversations reach her quick ears, falling like the pitter patter of rain from above. Mid-way up she spots Jorhan, intensely talking to another Councilor.
Directly in front of her is a box, partitioned and separated from the others, with many cushioned, fine chairs. Here she sees Codwin the First, the Supreme Elect, resplendent in a bright blue doublet and jacket, talking with a few of his Ministers. He turns an eye on Imperia, but only for a moment.
As other notice her, heads start to turn, fingers pointed and whispers break out all over the assembly. A heavily armed bailiff, a proud Eagle Knight, points to a large, imposing wooden chair behind a small railing. A small set of carpeted stairs leads up to the chair.
Beyond is a much larger, raised chair where sits an older woman. Imepria guesses this is Jarlisa Hermedas, the People's Voice and the public spokesperson of the entire Council. She looks tired and a bit peeved at being awake so early. She looks at Imperia and nods slightly to the railinged chair.
"And here I thought I might be torn to shreds with their maws," she says to the man who had escorted her with a halfhearted smile.
The smile faded almost immediately after the door opened and she was ushered in rather abruptly to the large and imposing chamber. She hear turned as her eyes worked to take it all in, from the top row of seating all the way down to--- The Supreme Elect?! Surely this wasn't so important that he had to attend. She nearly froze in place when he casually glanced to her before returning his attentions to what was presumably far more important than a Commissioner.
If she hadn't managed to pick out Jorhan mixed in with the crowd, she wasn't sure she'd have the nerve to see this through. But there was something comforting about knowing you weren't all alone.
As people started to notice her entrance, she could feel more eyes on here than she ever had before. If she had thought the stares at that one restaurant had been disconcerting, she had been wrong. This was disconcerting.
She very carefully walked up the stairs to the chair indicated by the Eagle Knight, doing her best to lift her skirts to avoid tripping over them and making a fool of herself. She sat, eyes on the People's Voice, waiting.
The crowd quiets as the Voice stands up and says, in a practiced but carrying tone , ”The Council will know hear the matter that Councilor Jorhan Metz has mentioned so frequently in the last few hours.” a twitter of laughter rises then dies away.
From the high seats Jorhan stands up, his voice echoing down perfectly to everyone on the lowest levels. Many of the Couilcors swivel in their seats to get a look but Imperia notices a few merely continue to stare at her. She wishes she knew who was who, and could at least spot the people she would presumably be naming shortly.
[]b”Ladies and gentlemen of the Council, I bring forward today a matter of highest importance. It is easy to forget, while we sit in this refined elegance, in the heart of Andoran power, that the world still fears us and our ideals. It frees our freedom, our democracy and without constant vigilance, within and without, those enemies would seek to crush us!”[/b] a scatter of applause but it soon quiets. ”I bring forward today, evidence that such vigilance is needed. Right here, in this chamber are those who would participate in such attacks on us!” A loud murmur arises in the hall, as Councilor start talking in hurried tones to each other. Imperia notices many pages running here and there, carrying messages, both written and oral from one Councilor to another.
Jorhan ignores the voices and walks down tot he main floor, finally looking at Imperia. He gives her a quick smile and a quicker wink before waving his hand grandiosely as he reaches the bottom stair. ”Luckily for our great nation, we are supported by citizens of upstanding honor and courage who will speak truth to power. Here is such a one!” he points dramatically at Imperia. ”She has evidence of the crimes of the most heinous nature being carried out by the members of the highest level of our government.” Imperia notices Codwin turn an eye on Jorhan, watching him with amused interest. Several of his Ministers are not so amused, and a few turn cold eyes on Imperia.
Hermedas says, loudly 'We shall proceed. Present your evidence for these claims, Councilor.” she says in frosty tones.
Jorhan turns to Imperia and says, carefully and slowly. ”State your name and profession to the Council and for the record.”
A small halfing with a stack of paper sits near at hand, taking copious notes.
”Now...tell me what happened yesterday, in regards to the Finn Brothers ship.” he says, and another murmur rises at the name drop.
Imperia sat up right, straight and tall enough to make her mother proud at any dinner table.
"Imperia Voralius, Commissioner for the Ministry of Trade," she announced when prompted. Her voice rang clear off the chamber's high ceiling, almost startling herself with how loud it seemed in such a large room.
Imperia was more than happy to give her detailed account of the events of yesterday, starting with Streve's rumors and the papers found on the Ladies' Blush. With each event, she produced the paperwork that documented her finds, including the letters found in the Captian's cabin.
She accounted for how she deciphered the letters, as well as Felix's statements after she had come back to ask for any further information he could provide.
She chose her words carefully when discussing the events that took place at the Finn and Brothers' office, explaining that according to Andoran laws meant to protect the nation from treason, she was well within the law to confiscate materials relevant to the investigation. Such as the ledger.
She even included mention of the note found on her own bed at the days end.
When the account was done, her throat was raw from talking. She had a hunch she had spoken faster than she usually did, as was common when one was under pressure.
Imperia is astonished to realize how long she has been talking. The morning sun is now bright and strong, in the high windows, heavy yellow beams playing among the proud banners and tapestries. The room too has heated up, now becoming uncomfortable hot and stuffy. The hard wooden seat is uncushioned and hasn't got any softer either. She notices the Voice (and several other Councilors) have pitchers of water but none is offered to Imperia.
The Councilors are loud throughout Imperia's questioning, with murmurs, whispers and even a few gasps in the right places. She notices that when she mentions taking the ledger a number of heads shake in disapproval. The ledger and other notes are taken by a minor secretary to be ”Reviewed by the Council at a later date. but Imperia can still see them sitting on a table near her.
Just as Imperia ends and takes a deep breath, a young, female Councilor stands up and says, ”May I be recognized?. The People's Voice replies, The Council recognizes Councilor Jineen Riecham in a neutral tone.
The young woman is much closer then Jorhan had been and Imperia can clearly see long, brown hair, clean features and more then a little beauty. Her voice is a loud one though, ringing like a trumpets horn off the reflecting walls. The speech sounds rehearsed however, as if it has been long practiced.
”Councilor Jorhan, you tell us many tales. Some of them are quite good, or quite worrying. But you dwell of endless details and not on the main truth! Or do you far to name names. I have noticed your...colleague has not given a name. Who, among this august body do you accuses of such charges as treason?' She waves a hand over the nodding and interested Councilors. Codwin however, keeps an eye on Imperia, while talking in low tones to an aide.
Jorhan looks around, a bit nervously and takes a brief look at Imperia then shakes his head and says, loudly ”The evidence points to Rene Kronwaer, Chairman of the Safety and Security Committee!” his voice is instantly lost in a loud hubbub from the Council, rising and falling. Voices rise in anger and surprise and a few Councilors jump to their feet, demanding to be recognized.
The Voice's face is pale and suddenly looks quite old. With surprising power though, she stands up and her stentorian voice echos throughout the hall silencing everyone. ”We will have order! Please, ladies and gentlemen, we will have order!” Then the woman turns to Imperia, a glint of compassion comes into her eyes but she says, with a voice of steel, ”Commissioner Imperia, is this true?”
Every single eye in the rotunda turns and stares at Imperia with rank anticipation.
Imperia's tailbone ached on the hard chair, though her stubborn streak won out and she refused to shift on the chair lest she look uncomfortable or unnerved. She had done her fair share of public speaking in the past and she spoke to the room, but her eyes always found their home looking at Jorhan. She'd have to thank him for sitting in easy view of her later.
After the young woman's inquiry and Jorhan's proclamation, the chamber erupted with cries of all sorts of voices. Imperia looked around, startled by the outburst. Surely they had to have expected someone to be named and could have contained themselves a touch. Such shameless behavior! Apparently she wasn't the only one who thought they ought to calm themselves, as the Voice of the People called for order. Imperia liked that one. She liked her less when she helped direct attention from Jorhan's announcement back to Imperia herself.
"The letters implicate Councilor Rene Kronwaer. The Chelaxian contact remains unmentioned," Imperia stated simply. No point in beating around the bush now.
Another murmur runs through the Council, quiet but more insistent. Even the sleepiest Councilor has been awaken by now and a few other Councillors ask to be recognized but they soon give away as a huge man, near the front row rises to his feet.
He is old, with that shambling, tottering look of an aging giant. A huge, bald head sits lows over once wide shoulders, now bent with age. Massive arms, now plump but fat but once muscled, grip his chair as he stands. He is dressed in simple gray, with no mark of office or rank.
The Voice of the People says, as he stands,"The Council recognizes Rene Kronwaer." A brief smatter of applause rings out but quickly dies away as he starts to speak.
Despite Kronwaer's tired frame , his voice is powerful, although he speaks softly, just quiet enough to everyone has to quiet to hear him.
"Friend, fellow Councilors. I must express my distaste for the actions being discussed here today. I do not fault this young Commissioner in her duty, but perhaps she should be a warning to us,t hat some of our fellow citizens are going too far. That perhaps we have taken the law's bite. Invading a ship? Riffling through papers? Taking, without announcement, of ledgers and business documents? That is not what the People's Revolt was for, it was a blow against such high-handed government action. For the right to privacy and to peace from meddlesome politicians and bureaucrats." he pauses and Jorhan jumps in, his voice sounding like a boy's compared to Rene's masterful tones.
"What do you have to say to the charges, Councilor?"
The old man raises a hand and says, "I am coming to it, young man. In any case, i must, of course, admit the truth. Everything that is said is true!"
A hundred voices start an uproar, and pages runs this way and that. Codwin, half-hidden in his private box continues to stare hard at Imperia, apparently unsurprisied by anything so far.
The same could not be said of the People's Voice and even her trained modulated tone wavers as she calls for order, ignored. Over the din Jorhan leaps to his feet, claiming ins trident tone, shouting, "You admit to treason! To dealing with the enemy..."
Kronwaer raises a hand and suddenly the rotunda is silenced, his merest action followed by a hundred eyes. 'I did not say treason! I say the actions are true, although I disagree with the method of discovery. But no, the facts are true enough. I have been dealing with the 'enemy' as you put it, Councilor. With the Chelish. Not that all Chelish are evil, as evidenced by the fine, upstanding (if over-zealous) citizen before us." he waves a massive, wrinkled hand at Imperia.
"No, some of them are even our allies. It is true I have 'smuggled' in someone, but it was for their safety, not mine and certainly not for avoiding the law. I had hoped to save it for later but the recent..unpleasantness and personal attacks has forced me to announce it today. May I present, to the People's Council of Andoran, Lord Haraxis, once Lower Judge of the Chelix Empire, and now humble refugee and defector!"
A small side door opens, and a tall, imperious looking man steps through, two Eagle Knights at his side, watching him carefully. But the man seems no threat, taking in the the chaotic scene with considerable aplomb. He does favor Imperia with a nasty smile though.
At first, Imperia started to tune out the new rise of chattering amongst the Councilors, but her attention snapped up again when the accused rose. She listened intently, her brows ever lowering into a frown as he spoke against her actions, though that quickly changed to surprise when he admitted his own actions. What surprised her even more so was the presence of the smuggled individual in question.
The revelation set thoughts whizzing through Imperia's head. Was this the truth? Was it an elaborate hoax? Was this treason being pranced under their very noses?
Imperia stood hesitantly. She wasn't sure exactly what she thought she was doing, but her body and mind seemed to both be acting separately and of their own accord. Hopefully, her mouth had the good sense to keep shut.
"May---" Apparently she wasn't going to get so lucky. "May I be recognized?"
The so-called refugee bows to the murmuring Council, seeming completely at ease. Imperia doesn't recognize him, but Chelix is a big place, and she was never at high circles. She does know that Lower Judge is a middling rank, even with 'Lord' tacked on. He is either the last remnant of a rich and powerful house or part of an upstart noble family recently broken into such rarefied airs.
As Imperia speaks the Voice sees her and nods. She raises a gavel and uses it once, loudly. A loud, knock sounds through the room, all out of proportion to the size of the gavel. Everyone quiets down and she says, "The Council recognizes Commissioner Voralius..." all eyes turn to her, and Jorhan is looking a bit sick and green.
"I uh..." Imperia looked around to the faces staring at her, her knees threatening to give out from under her. She glanced to Jorhan who looked to be the opposite of confident in her current choice to speak. She shared the sentiment.
"While the status of the Lord Haraxis as a refugee is outside of my ministry and therefore I can make no comment, I would like to ask the Councilor Kronwaer what ship he brought Haraxis over on. I will need to inspect it or, should it not have been on my docks, report it to the appropriate Commissioner. Smuggling is, as you all know, against Andoran law regardless of the cargo being smuggled or the intentions behind the act. I assume that Councilors are not above the law of Andoran and as we have an admission of action, I ask that I be given a chance to properly process and document the violation...?
A murmur of voices reaches Imperia. Some are supportive, giving Rene hard looks and even a few pointing fingers (seems to be the younger, more radical ones). More of them seen thrown by events but a few seem to take offense at Imperia's words.
The young female Councilor Jineen Riecham who spoke again shouted, without following procedure, ”Who is this Commissioner to second guess one of the greatest men in our Council? One who has saved this desperate defector and brought him to our land. May it be she is jealous of another Chelish fugitive...” the remark goes generally unheeded in the hubbub but a few smirk at Imperia.
Jorhan desperately tries to get recognized but Kronwaer overpowers him and his low, powerful voice fills the hall. ”The Commissioner is right. I did break the law. But in my defense it was for a larger good, the highest calling we have. To present a chance for freedom for oppressed peoples. And who could be more oppressed then those poor people who dwell in benighted Cheliax? Good Lord Haraxis is a worshiper of Abadar in a land where that is forbidden. Who are we to turn a blind eye? I admit I broke the law, but if this is rebellion, then chain me, right here, right now!” he shouts, raising his hands above his head.
A low cheer goes up and a few start to applaud. Jorhan looks around, makes eye contact with Imperia and slumps in his chair, defeated. Then Jineen stands up, is recognized by a bewildered and tired looking Voice and says, ”I move to absolve Councilor Kronwaer of all charges pending a deeper investigation.” Her voice is met with applause and the motion passes by a quick voice vote.
The Voice calls for a recess and that is also passed to delight and joy. Even Councilor like to take in the sunshine during the day and the sun outside looks glorious.
Applause and cheers surmount the chamber, echoing like a storm. Jorhan hangs his head in his hands and Codwin shrugs gently to Imperia, and watches her closely with a knowing look on his face (but not a pleased one).
Men and women start to flow out of the rotunda, making it feel much vaster and grander. Jorhan remains seated, still slumped at his seat. The ledger and letters are sitting at the table at Imperia's hand.
Imperia stays seated, unsure if she's allowed to move herself. How could these people just be looking to sweep this all under the table? A crime had been committed, yet this man was about to be cleared of all charges! This was hardly how a country ought to be run. While the low and the weak were punished for minor indiscretions, the powerful were allowed to run rampant. Sure, power earned you some degree of flexibility, but it should never make you immune to the law.
She glanced up to Jorhan who did not look happy and cringed. She should have kept her mouth shut.
Then she got an idea.
How would the citizens of Andoran feel knowing a Councilor was going to dodge the law while they were at the mercy of the higher ups? Surely they'd have something to say about that. Maybe the support for an Ethics Committee could come with pressure from the outside.
And Imperia just happened to know someone who was quite a capable speaker on such matters. Jolatne Rubi could probably get the message out.
Imperia spent the recess with her arms and legs crosses, frowning at the toe of her boot as she pondered how to force the Councilors to enforce the law.
As they file past a few, younger Councilors pause, give Jorhan a pat or some show of support. Most ignore him and Imperia notes a few with a self-satisfied smirk.
Eventually they all leave, and Jorhan gets up. He looks tired, weary, the look of a man ready to triumphantly lift a champion weight and then realizing it is welded to the ground. He comes over to the rail and says, ”Thank you. I know it required a lot of courage for you to come up here, in front of these people. I...I am sorry it did not go as planned.” he ventures a twisted smile. ”You handed me exactly what I needed and I left it slip through my fingers.” he sighs heavily, ”There goes any chance of getting a Committee before we break, in a week or so. Perhaps next time...”He shrugs,m defeated.
A lone Eagle Knight watches from a high stairs, keeping an eye on them. Otherwise the vast domed Council Chambers are empty, a sea of empty seats and tables.
Imperia stood up when Jorhan approached, stammering out apologies.
"It's all my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut but he was trying to weasel out of prosecution for what he's done and now it looks like he'll still get that way," she blurts out over him.
"It's a disgusting smear and disgrace. This whole place is just a cesspool of corruptions, backdoor dealings, and bribery."
Jorhan's shoulders heave. ”We didn't see them at their best today, that is for sure.” he looks around the grand and opulent chamber. ”But not all is lost. I saw several people side with us. Kronwaer may have been a bit too open about it this time. Hope, as they say, springs eternal.” But his face looks bleak and worn.
Suddenly a door opens and Jarlisa Hermedas comes in, stepping with a firm stride. She nods to Imperia and says, ”Commissioner Voralius.” then turns to Jorhan, who looks surprised at the attention.
”You've tried to hook a large fish, young man. Consider yourself lucky he snapped the line and didn't sink your boat.” She sounds serious but there is a hint of a smile on her lips. ”But I support anglers.” the smiles fades then, ”You might as well go, Commissioner Voralius. The recess will last for some hours yet, and the Council has already agreed to start on other business. Just thought I would save you the time, and of course, the docks await...” The gray-haired lady nods again and moves down, and out another door. As she walks away, ”I wouldn't let anything happen to that ledger. There are...fish that would love to get their fins on it.”. And she leaves.
Jorhan looks, in a puzzled way at Imperia. ”What was that about?”
"You always were the optimistic one," Imperia said, rising from her seat to give Jorhan a pat on the back.
At the sound of her name, she turned to see Voice of the People addressing both her and Jorhan.
"Thank you for the warning. I've got about two days of backlog after all this."
Imperia gives a nod at the last comment, packing up the papers, documents, and ledgers she'd gathered over the last few days that hadn't been taken and kept by the Council. "No idea what that was about. I'm assuming she's as tired of the on goings around here as I am. And I've only been here... well, less than a week."
She turns to leave, then pauses and gives Jorhan another pat on the back. "Chin up, and don't let anyone get to you. Being bitter and cynical in my shtick."
Imperia heads for the exit, wondering if Jolatne is still about in the Field of Concord.
Jorhan nods gratefully as Imperia leaves. He is a silent figure, standing at the bottom of the vast Council chamber, in a shaft of sunlight. His lone, pensive, head bowed but unbroken, figure is a surprisingly inspiring sight, even for Imperia who knows him well.
The entryway is nearly empty, the vast atrium of marbled pillars and windows very quiet. A few pages run here and there and Imperia even spots the boy who has carried messages for her before. He gives a friendly wave as he passes.
Near the great gold inlaid doors a knot of Councilors is talking. Int he middle stands Ramin Westfall, who gives her a pitying smile and a knowing shrug.
The Field outside is, as usual, full of people. Orators of all stripes dot the area, speaking out for this cause and that. Crowds idly circle them, sometimes agreeing, sometimes not. Gleaming Eagle Knights keep the peace. Imperia even spots a few of the younger Councilors here, taking in the freedom Almas boasts of. She spots her 'friend' Jolatne, with a decent crowd around her.
Imperia mostly ignores the ongoings around her, though she makes time to level Ramin Westfall with an icy glance that should have brought a blanket of snow to Almas right then and there. A few strides across the Field was all it took before Ziggip flapped down to her from his designated perch on the roof, a clenched fist full of feathers suggesting a run in with the local fowl.
"Just a quick stop to see Jolatne, then we head to grab a quick bite on the way to work," she explained to the imp.
She continued over to where Jolatne had her crowed gathered and waited just on the fringe of it, catching her eye and giving a wave. Imperia listens to the current cause being announced by Jolatne as she waits.
Imperia hovers at the edge of the gently circulating crowd around Jolatne's box. She enjoys the wonderful weather, the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds, tumbling high above. The warm sun and breeze feels nice after the cold, harsh Council chamber. No one gives her a second look but Rubi spots her halfway through and gives her a quick nod, mid-speech.
The current cause is an interesting one. Today the old rabble-rouser is arguing that normal citizens should be allowed to enter the Council Chamber and observe the Council at work. Apparently, now, it is illegal for anyone to enter, or even take notes and share what was said.
The crowd seems lukewarm on the idea, and Imperia notes two Councilors on the other edge of the crowd watching and listening. The older of the two shakes his head and mutters darkly to his companion, a young man. he nods, but uncertainly. Clearly they are in disagreement over letting the rabble into the very heart of the Androan government.
After awhile the crowd starts to break-up and Rubi jumps down, spry for her years. She walks over to Imperia and smiles a knowing smile. "I heard you made quite a commotion in the Council today, Commissioner?" Her tone is inquisitive as she sips a flask of water.
"Yes, quite. So... You actually seem quite learned on this topic if your speech there is any indicator so maybe you can help me here," she said, sizing up the woman and once again being impressed by her.
"Is it legal to share what I experienced in the Council Chambers? No one explained to me that I wasn't allowed to, nor did I make any agreement not to. I do think the public has a right to know about who is and isn't subject to the laws of the land..."
She tailed off, watching Jolatne for her reaction to such a notion.
The older woman looks hard at imperia, her head cocked as she sips her water. Her graying hair floats lightly in the breeze, coming undone from a severe bun. Her eyes are bright blue and almost painfully sharp. Imperia has the feeling that they miss very little. A network of deep wrinkles crosses her face, the sign of much worry and anxiety through long life.
Finally she says, ’It is a legal gray area. Strictly speaking, no Councilor or other speaker in the Council can be held accountable for anything they say on the floor. In recent years this has been stretched to mean that all deliberations are private unless the Supreme Elect feels inclined to share with the populace. No lawyer or judge dares rule differently in these darkened days. At least not yet. So as for you, I would tread carefully. You are a minor player but you have drawn some attention to yourself today.” Then she smiles and wrinkles vanish. ”Not that that is always a bad thing mind. It is, essentially, what I do for a living after all. So are you here for legal advice or something more?” she asks with a knowing smile.
"A little of both," Imperia admits. "I intend to delve deep into the library to find myself a few loopholes that will allow me to be more free with my disclosure; public pressure is a wicked tool against the unjust. That said, I'm hardly the public speaker you are, and anything I find that I may want to spread would likely sound much better from your lips."
Imperia pauses and taps a finger to her chin as she thinks a few things over.
"I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm doing, but I am certainly not going to do nothing. I've been appointed a task and I intend to see that I'm unhindered in doing it. Perhaps we could sit for tea later this week after I've had a chance to do some research. You may have an idea on the who is who of the Council as well, which could be very useful for someone in my current position.."
”Ah, the Library. Always an excellent place to gain a little knowledge. At least it is still free, or was the last time I checked. But loopholes cut both ways, be wary of such stratagems.” the woman nods sagely, looking at the warm lawn of the Concord.
”You suggest an alliance between a Commissioner and old Rubi Jolatne? What an...interesting idea. Come around that address I gave you, any time in the late afternoon. I'll be there. I think it will prove to be an...interesting tea.” she seems to be lost in her own thoughts. ”I'll bring along a friend or two. Always nice to know you are not alone in the battle against corruption and deceit, eh?” She asks knowingly. ”But I assume you must be off to topple more governments and tax more captains, or perhaps, let them slide?” she says and Imperia gets the feeling Rubi knows more about the Docks then she lets on.
"I'll make sure to cross my Ts and dot my Is," Imperia assured Jolatne.
"Yes, though I plan to make it more of an alliance between myself and the public as a whole. Something I think you could get behind if you talks are any indicator. I look forward to meeting your friends, I'm a touch curious as to the company you keep."
Imperia adjusts her side bad and crooks a finger at Ziggip to stop chasing a bee he'd been distracted by. "Well, with any luck it'll be a simple day so I can finally get my office cleaned up a bit..."
With that, she gave a wave and headed towards the docks.
Is this job always like this...?
Rubi nods in a friendlily fashion, and climbs back up on her box, a small crowd forming again. Her strident tones follow Imperia on the breeze as the young Arcanist makes her way back to Portside. The streets are fairly empty, with most people busy at their trade, save for the haulers and porters, moving merchandise of all types up from the docks to the fancier establishments. Imperia sees everything from giant wheels of cheese to live fish to strong-boxes full of pearls .
The weather stays great and Imperia enjoys it, and for the first time in days she doesn't feel that she is being watched. As she leaves the Concord and the higherend districts she simply blends into the workaday crowd, just another citizen in a bustling city.
All too soon though she enters Portside and her stroll is at an end. The docks are doing a roaring trade as usual with the increasingly familiar scents of dead fish, tar and salt filling Imperia's nose. On these crowded and cosmopolitan streets no one gives Ziggup a second glance, let alone Imperia. However, as she reaches the Trade Office she feels a change in the mood. The Office seem quiet, with no angry(or happy) people pouring in and out, quite unusual. There is a feeling of watchfulness from the street. But Imperia sees no danger.
Inside she sees Streve sitting at a desk, sweating bullets, looking a sickly green. He doesn't say a word only points to an office, just off the main entrance. The door is slightly ajar, and yields easily to Imperia's touch.
Inside, the room is sparse and neat, one of the extra rooms Streve keeps as waiting rooms or overflow rooms for the busy tax season. Behind the big, rough-hewn desk is an imposing, large figure. It takes a minute for Imperia to realize it is Rene Kronwaer!
He is still dressed in his formal Councilor robes, sitting at ease in the chair. A lit cigar hangs from his lip, sending a light blue haze among the ceiling, wafting in the sea-scented breeze. His big hands are stretched out on the desk, completely at rest. A bottle of fine (expensive) port sits on the desk, along with two glasses.
His bright eyes light up when Imperia enters and sits up slightly straighter. ”Good afternoon, Commissioner. May I pour you some port?” he asks, his voice much raspier and thicker then the imposing, impressive tones in the Council. Imperia suddenly suspects it had been augmented by magic then. He begins to pour a glass of port, waving to a chair in front of the desk.
Imperia didn't dislike the docks, but she didn't exactly like them either. Perhaps if she could keep her head down from this point on she could earn some sort of promotion that'd let her work from the Field of Concord itself.
That train of thought was suddenly cut short by Streve's look of sickly panic and him waving her into the next room only to see the man she's labeled as an archenemy sitting behind the desk.
"I think not, Councilor. I am at work, and as such I prefer to maintain my sharp senses. I have many docks that need seeing to as I've been up to my neck in paperwork chasing after a smuggler the last couple days and I have a backlog of ships that need inspection, so I assume this will be quick as you've arrived unannounced and without appointment."
Imperia's brows raised expectantly at the man as she defiantly stood with her feet firmly planted on the floor. She crossed her arms under her chest and looked down her nose at the man. It was a stance her overbearing mother had taught her and Imperia had mastered it in her younger years at school.
The Councilor chuckles a bit, a deep rumbling in the back of his throat. "Of course, I will not keep you long." he says, pouring out some of the port for himself. "I came down here for two reasons. The first of which was to have a little heart to heart about the nature of politics in this city." He pauses, taking a sip of his drink.
"You are new, if I recall correctly? Only a week or two in our fine city. You can catapulted up quickly, giving testimony in the Council already. I will tell you something however. This entire city, this entire nation operates on compromise, on the art of making deals, give and take. As you witnessed today, anything is possible if you prepare for it. Even accusations of treason to the nation's highest assembly." he pauses and then says, 'You really should have some of this port. It is quite good."
He continues on, 'I could, of course, crush you like a bug, if I had a mind to. But I won't. I think you have learned you lesson, and in the future, keep your head down and mind your tasks here at the docks. If I replaced you, who knows who they'd hire instead, and what foolish ideas they may have about 'justice' and 'oversight'. Don't let me regret this choice." he says mildly.
Then he sits in his seat and says, 'The second order of business is rather more straightforward. You have something that I want. That ledger, you are clutching. It is private property and not yours. I would advise you, in the future, research who you are robbing. Now, hand it over." his voice is implacable, and he stretches out his hand towards the clasped ledger.
Imperia caught herself just in time to turn an exasperated sigh into a yawn at the thought of yet another person trying to tell her about the nature of Andoran politics. She'd gone in just a few days ago thinking they'd live up to her utopian democracy expectations, only to have those thoughts crushed by the reality of the corruption that seemed to soak into every government from the Crown of the World down to the most southern reaches of Garund.
"If by compromise and deals you mean corruption and threats, then I completely agree with you about the nature of Andoran politics. And if you bully and lie your way to a position of power, you can get away with breaking the law. I don't think you need to explain to me what you've so clearly shown me through your own example," she stated, her jaw set with determination. She had no patience for those who thought themselves above the law, and this man sitting here threatening her was just that in her mind.
"And I think you forget that I was not hired here. I was appointed by lottery. And unless you plan on further undermining Andoran laws, you won't be placing anyone in my position. I've done nothing but my job, even if it seems to have inconvenienced a man too frightened and not powerful enough to do his business in the open."
At the mention of the ledger, Imperia moved towards the door with long strides, throwing it open.
"As far as I know," she started, her voice loud and clear as she spoke to deliberately carry her voice out into the main room beyond. "This ledger is a part of an ongoing investigation into smuggling, Councilor. Surely as a man of the law, you understand why I cannot give you this piece of evidence while you are being looked into for smuggling persons illegally from Cheliax into Andoran. Until I have received official notice from the Council otherwise, I'll have to decline your request to remove this book from the possession of the Ministry of Trade. It would be unethical for me to give this ledge up at this point. Thank you for coming Councilor. I assume you can see yourself out?"
Kronwaer shakes his head through Imperia's speech. There is a hint of a knowing smile on his lips but he shrugs and says, ”Then perhaps you have not learned your lesson yet.”
When Imperia fails to give up the ledger however, the smile vanishes. The open hand slowly closes, the thick fingers pressing into a tight fist which he brings down, gently onto the table.
”You defy me? You require another demonstration that opposing me is foolhardy?” he stands up, leaning over the desk. ”Very well. But I will be instructive and give you one last chance. Give me that ledger. Perhaps you think you have little to lose, new tot he nation and in a job you are coming to despise. Fair enough, although I think a turn in Blackgate under charges of treason could show you otherwise. But do you think I would stop there? Your boss here, Streve, I could take his job and move him to inspector of the sewers or Mugget meat inspector. His family would suffer and his marriage probably disintegrate under the strain...” he shrugs and goes on, ”And your friend, Jorhan. Not only can I make the rest of his term on the Council a petty, powerless hell, I can reach out to where he lives. I have enough power in Augustana to crush any hope of re-election. Do you really wish to thwart me?” he says, his voice deep and guttural. 'This is your final chance. Think of the others before you decide and lecture me on ethics.”He spits the last word.