Lord Fievri Ashmoor's page

"No no.... I've heard talk of your festival. I think it is good. A good thing for the people. I am en route to New Stetven. Leaving shortly, as it were. Considering your your successes against rampant banditry, I expect it to be an uneventful journey." His guards load him into the litter...
"Perhaps the wilds have become safe enough I can lighten the load of my salary... and let one or two of these underwhelming cretins find a new line of work." He nods curtly and claps twice. They lift him to bear him away.

"My words are nothing more than words, milady, nothing official. And you are free of course to do what you will... I am merely providing insight - while I'm here - to the likelihood of repercussions to siding against the Dragonscale Throne."

"I would not presume to speak for House Surtova. Though I proudly accept their blessings and title, my allegiance is - as it has always been - to Touvette. I was, I admit, implying a suggestion... (he glances to Akiros as well) one which I am confident would bode well for you. If offense was taken, it was not my aim, I assure you."

"If I were privy to that information, I would gladly suffer the risk of passing it along to you. What I can offer to ease your minds is a way to diminish that shadow of doubt - no matter what theories or evidence they may have against you."

"The Ashmoor name is well respected by much of the river kingdoms, and doubly so by the Dragonscale Throne. It is a name which might lend credibility to a fledgling nation, and show a commitment to remain steadfast allies with greater Brevoy. You've shown yourselves to be a fighting force as I've stated, now may be the time to let those more prepared for rule to rule. You will obviously always remain key figures holding positions of leadership, but this may be the time to share the burden."

"I will say the conditions in Avendale have already greatly improved in the weeks since a similar placement was made. The feeling of relief among the common people - which comes with stable leadership - is palpable."

"I'll concede our ties to this land have existed for decades - though to your metaphor... we've not taken root."
He receives his food, cuts, and dices it on the plate.
"I grant, you've shown to be a fighting force of some significance in eliminating this vile dretch who'd seemed to curse the fortune of my kin, but my gratitude threatens an unfortunate risk of mixing personal matters with what truly matters. In what matters I must strive to be firm."

He takes a bite, and subtly shrugs. He then pushes away the plate, and cradles his wine with both hands.
"Akiros has made mention of a Restov official's visit. As a newly confirmed council emissary to the Dragonscale Throne, I wish to offer a warning. The motivations behind their willingness to offer aide to your venture has been called into question. Should, Gods forbid, unrest come to our mother nation, do not think to conspire... sign pact, writ, or treaty with the Swordlords of Restov. Your claim on this land - already under suspicion, would be stricken null and void."