"He acts differently from the cavalry we saw back in Yanmass. His clothes and equipment, the way he carries himself, I wonder if he's more of a mercenary." Muri smiles when it starts sounding like they've got themselves a proper prisoner.
"Well, we should secure the rest of the keep, then depart. Also, keep your eyes peeled, since there's still a drake about."
Having offered the correct thing to do, Kort will let others do what they wish with Jondus. As he wouldn’t be carrying the man back, either as prisoner or corpse (because Kort would leave him to the crows), Kort will wash his hands of it.
”I’m ready to move on when you all are ready.”
"Maybe we can find a home for that poor elephant, too," Elen says heading toward the other 2nd floor wing.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kamari ensures Jondus is properly tied up and then ensure he is tied to something to keep him from slinking away until they're ready to depart. She then follows Elen and the Major.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
"Jurisdiction? We don't need no stiffing jurisdiction," Kort says. "We are completely allowed to kill Qadirans within our borders. As he claims such, I will take him at his word. A crossbow bolt to the skull should do the trick."
You secure Jondus carefully and continue your searches.
Returning downstairs you pass through the courtyard again where the first thing you notice is the absence of the elephant. You’ll notice that the heavy horses are also missing, though not the light horses. Moving to the eastern wing, the halflings are still there, and still demanding payment for their services, but the guards have broken free and have fled - presumably with the heavy horses.
You then investigate the upstairs of the eastern wing. Now essentially empty, there are two rooms.
The floor of this southern bedroom is covered in mud and dried stalks of grass. A large unmade bed is crammed into an alcove in the northeast corner of the east wall. A table strewn with several maps and a couple of chairs piled with dirty clothes occupy the southwestern corner. The room looks attended by at two people living together as well as the grasslings.
The maps are of the region and clearly show attacks on trade caravans in the region done by this lot. Further evidence for the truth of the matter before the council.
The other, slightly larger room, is empty as well. Several overstuffed chairs and small tables have been pushed up against the eastern and southern walls of this room, leaving a wide space covered with a thin layer of soil and weeds. Two chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, broken.
A swarm of insects unearths itself from the dirt as you step into the room! Deadly though they may be, closing the door on them stops their reign of terror and they dissipate in just a minute or two so I’m hand waiving this one. An unresetting trap, you’re able to find a swarmbane clasp buried in the dirt after the swarms dissipate.
The caravanserai is yours. Well, except for the halfling servants of course. Their union rep continues to badger you for severance pay considering you’ve killed all their bosses. He apparently doesn’t consider Jondus a ‘boss’ as he never paid them.
Elen meets the union rep. eye to eye and says, "To be sure, you are owed. and there is one who can pay. Come seek your pay before the Council in Yanmass.".
Once everyone is ready, she moves on dragging Jondus if necessary to the carriage that awaits them all.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
The incident with the bugs leaves The Night Swan quite unsettled, much like the groups’ last run-in with a swarm. She anxiously holds onto the swarmbane clasp, unless someone else has a more pressing need.
The Night Swan listens respectfully and attentively to the union rep.
”Please, do not worry. You certainly have done nothing to deserve losing your pay. Our quarrel was with the defeated here, not with you, and there is no reason you should suffer for it. As my comrade says, we would be happy to present your suit to the Council and seek payment for you there. With luck, the patron of those we killed will be brought to justice and be forced to pay you. It was likely his money that was filtering down to you anyways.”
Kort searches the canavanseri one more time before concluding anything. He worries he’s missed something that might be important.
Perception
And then he will be ready to return to Yanmass. He cares little for the halflings, those that would serve the enemies of Taldor do not deserve the safety of its laws.
Muri and Underfoot return from a cursory patrol of the immediate surrounds of the caravanserai, just in time to hear the interaction with the halfling crew of the kitchen. He understands both approaches in his companions' counters to the one halfling speaking about pay owed and responsibility. He almost speaks up himself, before recognizing that too many diplomats spoil the broth talks.
When they're ready to depart, Muri and Underfoot will escort the carriage, eyes to the skies.
Kamari is happy to leave and will spend the time on the return trip home going through the collection of documents they have recovered.
Elen meets the union rep. eye to eye and says, "To be sure, you are owed. and there is one who can pay. Come seek your pay before the Council in Yanmass.".
The Night Swan babbles something in half-speech.
”Fine. But we’ll meet you back in town. We ain’t riding those horses. Skittish beasts. And we ain’t keeping up with you long-striders.” You sort out how he can contact you in Yanmass and the halflings trot off to pack up their kitchen. They do commandeer one of the light warhorses to haul their stuff so at least they’re walking easy.
The Major goes through the caravanserai one more time - just in case! His methodical search turns up a supporting document or two to help prove your case, but nothing of particular note as you’ve been careful.
I presume you take the more than two dozen light war horses with you rather then leave them to die?
You shuffle along the short 20 minute walk to camp, alert for danger. The sun is beginning to set as you reach your coach. Myrna and Virgil have supper started already so it’s not long before your sitting comfortably around a fire, with early stars just beginning to shine overhead and full bellies. Myrna and Virgil clean up as you pour over the documents you’ve found in the caravanserai.
Commander Jaliessa Staubel (elder sister to Jondus Staubel whose name you now discover) was a high-ranking officer in the Taldan Horse with a loyal following among her troops. When she accepted an offer from a well-funded noble to turn traitor, she managed to bring many of her junior officers and soldiers with her. This group of traitors set up at Tallgrasses, where they disguise themselves as the Qadiran bandits they once hunted.
Jondus Staubel’s name, your prisoner, appears on some documents in Jaliessa’s room and a short note to the side of one payment note makes their relationship clear. Jondus is the brother of the now dead Jaliessa - the former head of this group and the one with the ram. Jondus’s wife, Fathrie, is still at large. Quite the family affair.
This whole thing was financed by someone called the ‘Gray Kingmaker’. However, these documents, along with the ones at the meat processing plant / nightmare factory, make it clear that the ‘Gray Kingmaker’ is none other than Earl Merkondus. He financed and planned both the nightmares that plagued the city, and the recent rash of attacks against primary Loyalist caravans by ‘Qadirans’ to further push the city into the arms of Maxillar Pythareus - who is promoting war with Qadira as part of his platform.
There is more to be learned, Major Kort is sure of it.
The night passes uneventfully, though those on watch find themselves more watchful than usual - knowing Jondus’ wife is out there, somewhere, and likely on her way back.
It is the morning of Sarenith the 30th, a Starday - and a hot day for this early in the summer. Let me know if you do anything special as you head back to Yanmass. With the trail of horses tethered behind your coach, you won’t make good time, but you should still reach town in time for supper.
"If you want me to be able to present a fuller and true report, I'll need a day or two to finish deciphering these notes," Kort says stiffly after his earlier failure. "It can't be too difficult, but might help us explain, and also what to do next. My suggestion is to lay low for a few days until I can unravel what is happening here."
* * *
The next day, Kort will examine notes.
Linguistics
"I wish I had explored linguistics but there was only so much time in a day. Can anyone assist Kort?"
"No, no -- I'm pretty sure that's not Celestial, not even if you read between the lines." Elen says, pointing to a passage unhelpfully.
She can't think of anything special to do on the way to Yanmass.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Myrna breaks camp the next day as Virgil puts the many light warhorses on a train. Still, they’re efficient so the start isn’t too late as you head out into the heat of the day.
It’s well after the morning break, maybe an hour before lunch, when a drake flies low over some scrub and hovers over the road. An image from Elen’s mental probe is riding the drake, in all her finery (image).
She calls down As she shouts her offer, two more ‘Qadirans’ ride up and flank her.
We’re not in combat as yet, but I imagine it’s imminent, so limit your actions to a full round. Remember, speechifying is a free action within reason. Keep in mind, I presume the party is in the coach, with Muri and Underfoot ranging a bit, Myrma and Virgil on top, and your prisoner on the lead horse of the light war horses trailing behind you. Your prisoner is of course tied up so he can’t just grab the reigns and ride off.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kamari hops out of the carriage and steps a bit into the brush.
"Oh, please, woman. Get off your high drake and talk before Jondus has to mourn the death of his lover."
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
She stays near the carriage and in particular the horse Jondus is bound to in case someone decides to throw a fireball. She sizes up the stern looking woman with the flaming sword.
”You look smarter than your love! You should know it can’t work that way. Why don’t you come with us and explain your attempted subversion of Taldan civilians? Surely your arm was twisted – or was it the substantial sums of money? Repent, own up, or " she shrugs, "maybe die.”
Hits: 60/60
AC: 28/21
CMD = 23
WandofMageArmorCharges = 39/50
Resolve = 3/3
Challenge = 3 / 3
Hero Pts: 2/3
Kort snorts, checking out the draky drake for obvious weaknesses should combat ensue.
Know (Arcana) -
He will let Elen’s words carry before acting.
"Oh, please, woman. Get off your high drake and talk before Jondus has to mourn the death of his lover."
She ignores the callousness of the comment, and lands her dragon, but does not dismount. Still, in a quieter voice she offers, ”I can tell you who hired the Taldan Horse Regiment. The why will be obvious enough when you know the who. This is valuable information no doubt and should be worth the price of a non-talking prisoner.”
”You look smarter than your love! You should know it can’t work that way. Why don’t you come with us and explain your attempted subversion of Taldan civilians? Surely your arm was twisted – or was it the substantial sums of money? Repent, own up, or " she shrugs, "maybe die.”
”Always with the threats. Perhaps I shall not best you,” she eyes Elen’s strength and smooth movement, ”But I’m pretty sure your servants won’t survive the conflagration. I die… they die… it’s all so avoidable if we simply come to some agreement. Do you want my information? I can tell you who held the purse strings for this little endeavor.”
Major Kort knows little more about this drake as it’s identical to the one previously identified and fought. Well, not identical. This one isn’t injured as yet. So he knows there’s no DR, it can dazzle (intimidate) opponents, breath an electrical sandstorm, etc.
The Night Swan opens her door of the carriage, hanging from the doorframe and letting her cape flow dramatically in the wind.
”So, you wish to make a deal then. For a man’s life, I think stronger evidence is only fair, do you not agree? Especially as we already know the name. Material evidence—contracts, signed letters, and so forth—would be ideal.”
Kort nods more stiffly than usual. Given his wishes, he would capture both traitors and have them hung. But, as he is the picture perfect of gentlemanly grace, he will let the Night Swan’s words carry.
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
”So, you wish to make a deal then. For a man’s life, I think stronger evidence is only fair, do you not agree? Especially as we already know the name. Material evidence—contracts, signed letters, and so forth—would be ideal.”
”Documentation? No, all I have is a name. But if you already have it…” She thinks a moment before coming to a decision.
She sheathes her flaming blade, ”All right. I give you my scimitar. It’s called Blazing Saddles for the way I’d use it to dismount opponents by sundering their saddles. It’s been handed down in my family for generations, and now I give it to you.”
She throws the sheathed blade far ahead of her where it rolls to a stop between you.
She looks pensive a moment before pressing on, ”Woman to woman then. Husbands aren’t always all they’re cracked up to be, you know? But I love him, and I want him back.”
”Woman to woman then. Husbands aren’t always all they’re cracked up to be, [...]
Elen paraphrases this in her head and her eyebrow flickers in annoyance. ’Sometimes I regret marrying Ralph Klamden of the _Honey_Spooners_, but he’s MY Ralph Klamden…'”
”We need him in Yanmass. Why don’t you keep your sword and come tell the council in Yanmass yourself. Don’t you think that would carry more weight than hearsay? Even if you don’t know anything that we already know, it would still be true.”
Hits: 60/60
AC: 25/21
CMD = 23
WandofMageArmorCharges = 38/50
Resolve = 3/3
Challenge = 3 / 3
Hero Pts: 2/3
Kamari stands by in agreement with Elen.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Muri sheathes his arrow, ducks his head to wear his bow, before slipping from the saddle, and walking purposefully to retrieve the scimitar. He even takes his eyes from the woman while bending down to pick the weapon up.
"I don't want Mirna and Virgil to suffer here. They are not meant for the front line, they shouldn't have to experience a painful death because we've been set upon by a drake." The halfling nods to the drake rider, and returns to his own mount.
"If what we have is enough to convince the council, by parchment and ink, then I think we should release our prisoner, and return to Yanmass. Sure, their words would carry some weight, but Earl Merkondus is a good talker, too. He'll deny knowledge of these two, and Jondus won't speak up in his own defense."
"The only thing that bothers me is that we have Jondus as prisoner and witness, and if we let him go, we can be asked by the Council why. The Earl will definitely try and make us look bad." Muri looks up at the Staubel woman.
"If you can tell us your story, things that we couldn't possibly know, and something that the Council would really believe, against the snake tongue Merkondus, then I think we can agree to part ways, without bloodshed." I hope.
”I can think of nothing more honorable than being willing to give up your weapon for the one you love. But as Muri says, sworn testimony can go far, and you do not necessarily need to directly face the person the testimony is against. A written official statement would go a long way. Please, keep your weapon. I do not wish to leave you undefended, only to do what is best for this town.”
Kort keeps quiet, still thinking that treason is treason and should be treated as such. He is stiffly quiet.
”Undefended? She’s riding a drake. This weapon can be sold so Yanmass might purchase some new war horses. We didn’t reclaim all of them, remember?”
”We need him in Yanmass. Why don’t you keep your sword and come tell the council in Yanmass yourself. Don’t you think that would carry more weight than hearsay? Even if you don’t know anything that we already know, it would still be true.”
”They’ll hang him, and they’ll hang me too. How do I know if you’ve any sway over the Baron? No, I think I’ll keep out of Yanmass. Is there nothing you will do?”
"I don't want Mirna and Virgil to suffer here. They are not meant for the front line, they shouldn't have to experience a painful death because we've been set upon by a drake." The halfling nods to the drake rider, and returns to his own mount.
"If what we have is enough to convince the council, by parchment and ink, then I think we should release our prisoner, and return to Yanmass. Sure, their words would carry some weight, but Earl Merkondus is a good talker, too. He'll deny knowledge of these two, and Jondus won't speak up in his own defense."
"The only thing that bothers me is that we have Jondus as prisoner and witness, and if we let him go, we can be asked by the Council why. The Earl will definitely try and make us look bad." Muri looks up at the Staubel woman.
"If you can tell us your story, things that we couldn't possibly know, and something that the Council would really believe, against the snake tongue Merkondus, then I think we can agree to part ways, without bloodshed." I hope.
She watches as you take her offer, and refuse to give up her husband - the deal she offered.
”Who is Earl Merkondus? His agent in town is someone called the ‘Gray Kingmaker’. But the man financing all this is someone named Maxilar Pythareus. Some petty lord no doubt with more money than sense.”
”Look, I don’t want to get involved in your lordly squabbles. I just want my man back. You’ve already accepted a powerful magical weapon - and I won’t go back to Yanmass with you. What more do you want?” She ends with a plea, not out of exasperation, but rather out of need.
”I can think of nothing more honorable than being willing to give up your weapon for the one you love. But as Muri says, sworn testimony can go far, and you do not necessarily need to directly face the person the testimony is against. A written official statement would go a long way. Please, keep your weapon. I do not wish to leave you undefended, only to do what is best for this town.”
”Undefended? She’s riding a drake. This weapon can be sold so Yanmass might purchase some new war horses. We didn’t reclaim all of them, remember?”
She looks at the group and shrugs, waiting to see what the final decision is. She's unsure what the best play is to get her husband, but she doesn't seem inclined to want to put her head in the noose, either in person or on paper.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Kamari struggles with the idea of showing up to the council without either of the clueless lovers.
Some guy named Maxilar? Really?
"You'll have no real life together on the run--and we'd probably just have to kill you in the future. We do indeed have sway in the noble circles and will do our best that you receive consideration for your change of heart. You're obviously used to taking chances. Why not give this one a try. The alternative is definitely a losing proposition."
Kamari is unsure exactly how to appeal to those with little honor.
Kamari hopes Myrma and Virgil might be slinking to some sort of cover during all this chatter.
”But the man financing all this is someone named Maxilar Pythareus.”
”Of course…” Elen muses. ”Maxilar has claimed that he has a legitimate claim to the crown. Staging a war started by Qadira would be a conflict of interest for Maxilar – a conflict in his best interests, that is.”
"We could have guessed as much. So, tell us Fathrie, who is your source of information?”
Hits: 60/60
AC: 25/21
CMD = 23
WandofMageArmorCharges = 38/50
Resolve = 3/3
Challenge = 3 / 3
Hero Pts: 2/3
Kort takes a moment to examine the scimitar, to see if it is was she claims...if Muri will relinquish it.
Spellcraft
Muri reli will enquish the drake rider’s blade. Now that he no longer bears the weapon, the halfling speaks to Staubel.
”I think you’ll hang, too, if you return with us. Merkondus will probably push for it, himself. I don’t know how he might try and prevent you from speaking from beyond the Veil, but we’ve been dealing with some pretty black arts back in the city…” Muri trails off, waiting to hear from the others, regarding the lovers’ fate.
"You'll have no real life together on the run--and we'd probably just have to kill you in the future. We do indeed have sway in the noble circles and will do our best that you receive consideration for your change of heart. You're obviously used to taking chances. Why not give this one a try. The alternative is definitely a losing proposition."
”We are rangers. Living off the wild is no hardship for us.” she begins, but uneasily. Despite her instincts she trusts this pigtailed warrior. ”I don’t know.” she says pensively. ”Can you guarantee our safety if we tell what we know to the Baron?”
”I think you’ll hang, too, if you return with us....”
”Your companions don’t even believe you.”
"We could have guessed as much. So, tell us Fathrie, who is your source of information?”
”I saw the signature on a letter that Jaliessa was reading before she burned it. It was instructions to go with the money.”
The blade is a scimitar +1, flaming. At 8,315gp it’s a pretty good trade for one bad guy. Still…
She looks pleadingly at you, ready to leave these lands, but not willing to trust her life to you, people she's only just met.
”Take the sword and let her go with her husband. What do we have to gain from fighting at this point? Hazard the lives of servants? Just take the sword and leave. We can work with what we have.” She tried to negotiate as best she could, and she can be happy with that. The Night Swan would have just as easily left him to die, so perhaps part of her feel guilty.
Muri lightly frowns, as the Night Swan agrees to release Jondus, while confusing the halfling about where the sword goes, with Betony or with drake rider. "So, we release him, and we keep the sword?"
”Yes, you have the right of it. A trade.”
Kamari doesn't like how things are turning out, but the safety of Myrma and Virgil weighs heavily in her mind. She nods a reluctant assent to the trade.
Elen also reluctantly agrees to letting the mercenaries go. "We can not guarantee they will not hang you if we take you back to Yanmass, but neither can promise to let you live should we cross paths on opposite sides again. You would be wise to leave these lands."
She cuts Jondus loose and shoves him towards Fathrie and her company.
Kort had already made his opinion known, but outvoted, he will put on a stiff face and deal with it.
”What’s done is done. Let’s get back.”
You untie Jondus, keeping the scimitar, and Fathrie smiles. Jondus climbs aboard the dragon and the pair fly off to the east. The two remaining members of her gang look at her, look at you, and quickly ride off to the east as well, pressing their horses lest you change your mind.
The rest of your journey to Yanmass is uneventful and you enter the wide gates mid-afternoon of Sarenith 30, a Sturdy. You make some waves as you enter given the train of horses stretched out behind a rather fine carriage. Not your usual trade-conveyance, but no difficulty getting through.
I presume you deposit the horses with what’s left of the Yanmass Cavalry Garrison, along with the weapons and other goods you collected that were clearly Taldan issue.
Putting off other shopping for the moment, for you’re tired, as are your horses, you roll back to your fancy hotel - where your aid Gregor Hamble frantically gets your attention before you even disembark.
”Where have you been! The council is meeting now, ostensibly to congratulate you for ending the nightmares and you’re not even there!”
He shush’s you, sprays a little perfume your way to take the edge off the road, and rushes Myrma on the short trip to the High Council chambers in Commerce Hall. As you arrive, it’s clear the council has decided a very public thanks is the plan for the day as a dais has been setup in the public square outside the Hall and one of the lesser councilors is speaking, clearly trying to fill the time.
Until you ride up that is.
Your beautifully gilded carriage glides to a stop in front of the platform as Myrma places you front and center. There’s a hush in the crowd as people wait to see what happens next. Looking about, you see what look to be chairs on the platform for you. What do you do?
Elen gracefully glides stumbles up the stairs to the dias and addresses the audience before taking one of the seats.
”<Ahem>. I am sure I speak for my comrades when I say this – We deeply apologise for our tardiness.”
Hits: 60/60
AC: 25/21
CMD = 23
WandofMageArmorCharges = 38/50
Resolve = 3/3
Challenge = 3 / 3
Hero Pts: 2/3
”Where have you been!?”
Kort gives the man a stiff glare and canes himself forward, a bit slower, and definitely not rushing.
We have been saving the kingdom from Taldan traitors, you arse. Now shut up and get out of the way.
Kort will take his time getting to his chair, caning forward and in no rush. This gives him time to look around and sense the mood in the room.
Perception
Sense Motive
Kamari takes her time with the others approaching the stage. She will let the council speak first since everything that has transpired is not for everyone's ears.
Muri dismounts, and leads Underfoot to a less public eye view behind the dais, providing her one of the ram horns to work on, while the oratory on stage has its day. Underfoot is not quiet with the gnawing, and Muri seems oblivious to the occasional cracking noises, as he takes a seat, and watches the various speakers speak.
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
There is some unease among the people however. After all, Yanmass has been badly treated these last few weeks. Bandit raids and nightmares have been especially harsh. But that has spun into trade being down, for who wants to go to a place filled with raids and nightmares? Yanmass is, after all, a trade city. So the people are upset, losing money, sleep deprived - you know, uneasy.
- - -
You take your seats with a few words to scattered applause, for the crowd hasn’t yet been told who you are or why it matters. You’re somewhat famous (especially now) in Meratt County, but here you’re still largely unknown. As Myrma eases the carriage out of sight, another, even grander carriage rolls in. It’s the Baron!
Baron Kustios, the elderly head of Yanmass, hasn’t been seen publicly in weeks - so bad were his nightmares and lack of sleep. He dismounts heavily and looks a little haggard still, but he needs no support as he climbs the few stairs to the platform. Clearly, his health is much improved after a night or two’s nightmare-free sleep. He strides fairly boldly to the podium, and the councilor there stutters a brief, but grand and respectful introduction before leaving the stage.
The Baron looks over his shoulder at you and smiles, ”Ladies and gentlemen! Citizens of Yanmass! ” The applause is immediate and overwhelming. Everyone knew someone who suffered - or they suffered themselves. So the relief is palpable, pure, and visceral. If they weren’t already standing, you imagine the crowd would rise up with the force of their emotions.
The Baron lets it go a moment, turning again to nod to you, for it is your applause - though he clearly enjoys basking in it as well. When the crowd quiets down, and is growing quickly due to the celebratory tone, Baron Kustios says a few words. He introduces you, with your full titles, praises your skills as nobles, praises your investigatory talents, and praises your skill with sword and spell. He makes it clear you are the sons and daughters of Yanmass, at least in spirit. For if you weren’t born here, you are clearly cut from the same cloth.
Though a short speech, it’s filled with, well, praise. He then gestures to his chief aide, who steps up with a small box. ”As we haven’t any quality land to grant our newest Lords of Yanmass,” he continues to the crowd, ”I instead grant you these signet rings - proof of my favor. May they protect you in darkness and in light my new Lords of Yanmass!”
The Baron leads another round of boisterous applause as his aide places the rings on your respective fingers. The Baron nods to his aide, and strides back to his carriage. He does well, for the most part, but you see he does need help getting back in, such is his remaining weakness. Still, few see it as the carriage was well placed to hide his comings and goings, likely for just this reason.
With the Baron gone, the crowd lingers only briefly as the people have things to do and the headliner has left after all. You think you see Earl Merkondus frowning in the crowd at one point, but when you look again, he’s gone.
Gregor, your aide, says ”The Council would like to meet to discuss your progress on the bandit raids and other matters. Can I say you will meet them tomorrow morning? Or would you prefer another time?” He bustles you back to the hotel where he leaves you to your own devices. It’s nearly dinner and still Sarenith the 30th, a Starday.
Kamari admires her new ring and is thankful for not having stolen the stage from the Baron. She's happy to discuss recent events with the council in more private quarters and heads out for a day of shopping and selfishly basking in some local admiration.
If given the chance, Kort would take the extra time to decipher what needed to be deciphered, and definitely wished to buying more goods, but all that talk would have to wait until after the ceremony.
Kort will sit at stiff regular attention during the Baron's words, and he is happy that the nightmares have ceased.
"Give us two days to prepare a proper report, Gregor. We need to recover and get provisions, and take a bit more time to understand the forces against us," Kort asks.
Elen dabs a briolette tear from the corner of her eye truly impressed with the presentation. ”These people worked really diligently for this. Pulled all the stops – just for us!”
She addresses Gregor agreeing with Kort and the others. ”Yes please, at least two days. We do need to prepare.”
She adds her RoP +1 back to the kitty.