"Your rote platitudes and evasive and limited so-called answers are noted and now part of public record as well." Eli states, flatly. "I will say this. Such empty words are a sign of the empty corruption of civilization. I pray to the spirits that inhabit your city that they stay their hand and wrath and find peace despite the empty gestures issued from those who should be most servile to all."
He watches the mayor for any hint of emotion.
After a moment, he continues, as if he'd simply stumbled.
"I recognize you are not a wicked man, merely jaded and cynical. I am sorry for your loss and for the pain you endure as you serve others."
He bows low. In "respect".
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"Before you send us off for that remark, hold for a second," Cernan adds, having previously remained silent. Checking to make sure his words will be recorded, he speaks carefully, if not pleasantly. "You mention your experts on fiendish threats, but, well... this is not such a demonically-inspired city, and I do not know how informed your experts are. So I would like to add counsel of my own first, in the hope that it benefits your soldiers."
"The fiends we fought are the sort not known for their intelligence, leadership, courage or initiative. Imps are small, and weak, usually preferring murder to mischief—the slaughter of a town, though they might revel in it, is not something they could plan so flawlessly in the first place. There is a mastermind behind this. A lesser fiend would not be so crafty; to the best of my estimation, a greater one would not wish to deal with such miserable fiends."
"For a handful imps to destroy a whole town requires coordination from the sort of powerful fiend that likely commands more than just one handful. Or, we are dealing with a human master—one powerful enough to summon, employ or bind multiple fiends for a long duration. The magical items they carried were strange enough to any but a magic item crafter that this bears further consideration."
"We have been led to believe that this city may come into the line of fire—which is why we came here with all haste—but what my colleagues have not yet made clear is that we do not know, and should not underestimate, the true size, nature, or mastermind of the threat we disguise, and I beg that you not underestimate any risks either."
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Arabeth waits politely fro the meeting to come to a close.
When Eli insults him, Lord Mayor Lincoln's jaw sets just a bit more firmly, but the reaction is not dramatic. Perhaps he is desensitized to insults. He starts to open his mouth to respond, but waits to hear Cernan's interjection, to which he nods in response.
"Your words of caution are noted and appreciated. The situation and possible culprit or culprits will be investigated and punished accordingly."
He looks back at Eli.
"I, too, pray for peace in this city, and will take action necessary to serve even those who misjudge my character."
His eyes sweep the lot of you.
"If there is no further testimony, then please, each of you, clearly state your name and current residence for the scribe."
He looks back at Eli.
"I, too, pray for peace in this city, and will take action necessary to serve even those who misjudge my character."
His eyes sweep the lot of you.
"If there is no further testimony, then please, each of you, clearly state your name and current residence for the scribe."
"Your assertion is surly all that can be expected." replies Eli without a hint of emotion.
He bows, his eyes remain fixed toward the mayor. "You may note that I am Elysium Blackdun of the Embishiu an Innkeeper and a Dreamspeaker. Surly my tribal ways seem strange to you. However I once ran for mayor of my village though I surrendered any chance of victory to a more noble candidate. Thus understand the toll such burdens can take upon those who accept such weighty responsibility. As you say all here is a matter of public record." With that, he rises.
Azmaria waits for the others to leave, so she leaves last.
she then curtsy's I am Sister Azmaria, as I mentioned before, but not your scribe can take note of it. I would like to apologize for some of my companion's behavior, many have never been in such a magnificent city. it is very new to them. I intend to be taking up residence at the church, but if that changes I will do my best to inform you.
Upon being invited to leave Arabeth curtsies properly and states her city/town of origin and her cloister/home therein.
"Just put me down as Marius," the woodsman shrugs. No sense in sharing more than needed. "And better put Rex down in the record too. You'll know who's who when you need us." Marius offers a slight grin, imagining Rex taking the leg off of an annoying governmental clerk. He shrugs, then follows the others out.
Poterol smiles and nods to the clerk, a job he had done quite a few times before, if in smaller towns and villages. "Poterol Leafblown, of the Moss Branch elves." He smiles sadly, "Though not lately, of course."