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Rojeune pulls Sonechka and Furiel aside before you depart.
"From what I understand, the rightful claim to this cloak leans toward Furiel. However, since the magpie is a loaded symbol, I think it would be best for both sides if it were not worn by the General of Stagfall."
"I hope this will be a suitable replacement. They are crafted using the same process." She hands Furiel an Eagle Cape, then to Sonechka she gives a Magpie Cape... as well as a few feather tokens.

"We do prefer focus in our assignments. Preparation for the scope of variables is everything. Our success depends heavily on scouting through divination. Magpies have flown there before when under the Festering Lillies' command. They did not return. I'm sorry, but Beldame sounds out of the Magpies' league."

>link to her old post about the blind spot<

Rojeune clarifies to Sonechka the one thing she is able to comment on. "It is about as common as a the birth of a two-headed calf, but there have been lizardfolk with inexplicable lifespans... and growth. This Vesket is over 100 years old and the size of an ogre if he is a true lizardfolk king."

Rojeune nods to Green. "Very well. Details to be determined. I will remain in Stagfall for the day."

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"I am not familiar with this Beldame or Foul King. Though this is outside the territory I know, we would be willing to see what we can find out.. I will repeat my cause for concern regarding the area here where - I was told - all divination has been resisted."
She points to the "?" on the map between Stagfall and the Foul King's lair.

(yeah... I was thinking of Battle of Tumu 1449 500,000 Chinese infantry defeated by 20,000 Mongols)

"We will let you know if there are any problems the moment they arise. Good luck with your exploration. I will see you soon."

where to? Which hex first?

To Green.. "No... Nettles is to the northeast. This mysterious unknown is west of Tuskwater Lake. Without checking the map, I'd guess 12 miles southwest of your fort."

She then responds to Furiel...
"Thank you, but no. Should we find ourselves - in the future, repeatedly thwarted by our targets, we may ask for assistance to fund improvements to our own efficacy. I do not expect that to be necessary any time soon."

(Re: Dark Lady)
"From what I understand, the Festering Lilies commune with their Dark Lady through a sort of dream state. Perhaps this necromancer... wait... necromancer? Hmm. I will look into that myself. If the supposed reason for the activity out here is prepare for an undead army, it seems counter-intuitive that a necromancer would be involved in that fight."
She nods.
"Chalk that up as another sign we have been manipulated by the Festering Lilies."

(Re: Water Spirit)
"That was no elemental. That was the spirit of Davik Nettles. He went up against Nugrah... I think the argument was simply over bridge tolls. Nugrah hit him and his family so devastatingly, Old Man Nettles' spirit wasn't ready to rest when his body was thrown in the river. He'd been haunting the Shrike for decades. His bridge and the burned-out remains of his home are about thirty miles upriver."

(Re:Skunk River)
"I believe the foul odor and taste is some mineral. I don't think it is terribly harmful, but something we could look into later... see if there is a way to mine and remove it." She shrugs, then cocks her head semi-apologetically "We have always avoided that area. I know there are lizardfolk and boggards, but there is something else... a blind-spot when scryed... scouts don't return..." She shakes her head.
"Something magic, vigilant, territorial, and apparently prefers privacy. I can point out the exact center of the non-detection, however..."

Rojeune accepts with a nod after delegating the assigned task.
"Very well. What is on your mind?"

"None of that really answers the question. It will be our first job for you. Give us a week. We will find out what Master Kinsilvi is up to."

Mince adds... "His deepest darkest dirty secrets."

"You can wait until then to give your decision on our relationship if you wish."

Mince looks to Rojeune - confused by the question.
Rojeune responds... "Kinsilvi said he wanted this estate? He abandoned it... how strange."
She looks around to the assembled young Magpies. "Kinsilvi." A few girls raise their hands immediately. She then adds. "You have been listening. Pertinent to Master Kinsilvi desiring this estate." Rojeune points to one who was starting to lower her hand with the added criteria.

The girls go down the attic steps obediently. When they reach the broken stair they drop down and lightly land without a sound. After helping get the knocked out girl down, a lanky awkward-looking Magpie rushes over and inspects her injuries. She tilts the unconscious girls head and feeds her a potion.

Rojeune looks to Mince and nods "I am glad to hear you are coming around."
To one of the older teens she says, "Fetch the others."
With a glance from her, the young girls all sit behind her. As she speaks, a dozen more ranging roughly ten to twenty years old file in and sit.

"Mince and I have discussed this at length. A discussion deemed treasonous by Miro. The Magpies arose when all others had given up the fight against ultimate evil. It is against our inherent reason for existence to pit ourselves against those who have taken up the fight."

"We have ten times this number already trained. Whatever role you need us to fill, we will do so... we would prefer to specialize our training to be effective. Whether you require forces for ground war, spymaster's agents, or arcane crafters..." Rojeune looks over to Mince and gets the groan she seemed to expect from the last (less exciting) suggestion.

"We will need some assistance from you in order to adequately protect ourselves, and to repair this estate. Also, our allegiance is not as unconditional as Errol's. You must have a standing army by the end of winter, and from that point on... you can never be without one. We need you to be strong."