Held on Imaerasta 9, 5118 (9/9/18) by Lylia Rashere.
Lylia says, "We in the Landing enjoy a free and open society, but it is one with little social structure."
Lylia says, "As you may have noticed."
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Lylia notes, "That is, of course, part of its charm. Many of our citizens and visitors enjoy our town precisely for its free-form nature."
Lylia says, "It is in vivid contrast to New Ta'Faendryl, which -- although its citizens enjoy a high degree of personal freedom too -- is far more structured socially and politically."
Ysharra looks thoughtfully at Lylia.
Melikor smiles at Lylia.
Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.
Lylia says, "Think of it as the difference between a riot of wildflowers growing in a meadow to a formal garden in the heart of a great city. Both have their appeal, but they are vastly different."
Ysharra folds her arms over her chest.
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Lylia continues, "Faendryl society, then, is akin to this grand garden, planned and elegant. At its center is the Patriarch, and surrounding him is the Pentact in all its complexity."
Lylia says, "Some would even argue that the reason for our artfully organized society is that without such carefully balanced control, we would become a peril to ourselves or others."
Lylia wryly notes, "Although those who would say this seem to be absent tonight, I see."
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia says, "While I could not address such hypotheticals, I can speak a bit on the nature of how New Ta'Faendryl is run and some of the lessons we may take from it for our own community here in the Landing."
Lylia says, "Before discussing such lessons, though, we must first understand something of the society. To explain it fully would take longer than you or I have tonight, but we can make a good start at it."
(Lylia paces as she talks, occasionally emphasizing a point with a graceful gesture or a fingertip rapped against the table.)
Lylia explains, "As I mentioned earlier, the apex of Faendryl culture is, of course, the Patriarch himself, Korvath Dardanus Faendryl."
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Maylan grabs a bloodstained dark leather journal from one of the small pouches hanging from her leather bandolier.
Maylan reaches towards her ear, and as she does the quill releases its hold. Wrapping several sprigs about her fingers, it shifts itself into her hand.
Maylan gently presses down on the binding of her dark leather journal.
Lylia explains, "There is a great deal of misunderstanding about our regard for the Patriarch, who for many Faendryl is more than merely flesh but embodies an entire nation."
Lylia simply says, "By definition, the Patriarch is the best among us."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Lylia says, "This is one of the most challenging concepts for many people who know the Faendryl of the diaspora, including those of us here in the Landing."
Lylia narrows her eyes.
Lylia says, "I have heard more than a few fellow Faendryl who were raised outside the city itself question the nature of this relationship between Patriarch and people, in fact."
Lylia dryly remarks, "Some wonder, 'How could people so arrogant, so convinced of their own superiority, elevate another above themselves?'."
Lylia smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.
Lylia continues, "Or they wonder what the measure of 'best' might be, or how we can be sure the Patriarch who rules is indeed the most fit."
Lylia says, "There are, after all, many of us capable of leadership, many who are sufficiently ruthless, brilliant, and visionary to reign."
Lylia murmurs, "We may even know such people among us."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Lylia says, "It is a matter of overall fitness, not merely of rightness. Precisely the right qualities in precisely the right proportion to suit the needs of the time -- that defines the Patriarch or Matriarch of an age."
Lylia says, "Surely, Matriarch I Geniselle Anaya Faendryl, a great reformer, was the most suited to her time. Yet her son Yshryth Silvius Faendryl earned that mantle himself when he had her beheaded for having committed the capital crime of assassinating a Patriarch."
Maylan gives a short little hum of surprise.
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Lylia says, "This is familiar territory to us, but such history may not be known to all."
Lylia nods in agreement at Maylan.
Ysharra scowls.
Lylia says, "Faendryl history makes quite exciting reading. In parts."
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Lylia asks, "Any questions so far?"
Lylia surveys the area.
Maylan looks about with a puzzled expression on her face.
Saranja just arrived.
Ysharra raises her hand.
Lylia nods in greeting at Saranja.
Gavrien glances down.
Lylia smiles.
Gavrien chuckles to himself.
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia asks, "Yes?"
Ysharra says, "I hear Patriarch so often."
Lylia smiles at Ysharra.
Ysharra asks, "But there have been three Matriarchs, yes? In...how many millenia?"
Lylia replies, "Usually, it is the correct term, yes. We have had three. So far."
Thrassus folds his arms serenely in front of him, the roomy sleeves of his robes concealing his hands completely.
Maylan asks, "Why so few?"
Ysharra asks, "And if the Patriarch is supposed to be the best of us, then what does that say about the status of women?"
With a graceful movement of her hands, Saranja lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Lylia.
Maylan glances between Lylia and Ysharra.
Lylia says, "Good question. One that suggests Patriarch wrote more history than Matriarchs, would be my guess."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "And in the one history you mentioned, the Patriarch who killed his mother..."
Saranja quietly asks, "Because the Matriarchs were too busy to write, Mayor?"
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra asks, "Was that common, for the new Patriarch to be the child of or kin to the previous?"
Lylia smiles wryly and adds, "There are also unnamed Patriarchs and, quite possibly, Matriarchs in our deeper history. It would not surprise me if a Matriarch's name may not even have become a Patriarch's, over eons. But that is pure conjecture."
Lylia flashes Saranja a wolfish grin.
Speaking to Saranja, Lylia says, "Now that is a possibility."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "Fairly common, yes, although Patriarchs and Matriarchs are not necessarily blood relatives."
Desmonde says, "My understanding is that the Patriarch is the embodiment but not the most powerful. Women have had more influence at times regardless."
You mildly say, "I would think it possible that some may have even insisted upon being called Patriarch, even if they were female."
Desmonde mutters female.
Ysharra ponders.
Eiliriel glances at Desmonde.
Desmonde glances at Eiliriel.
Speaking to Desmonde, Lylia says, "Also a worthwhile surmise. I wish Silvean were here to discuss that with you; the embodiment of power in the form of the Patriarch versus the physical person himself -- or perhaps herself, someday -- is something he knows better than I."
Desmonde nods graciously at Lylia.
Nazarr raises his hand.
Lylia nods at Nazarr.
Ysharra nods once at Lylia.
Ysharra says, "I thank you for your tolerance, Mayor Rashere."
Speaking in Faendryl, Nazarr asks, "Why are there Patriarachs and Matirarchs whose names we don't know?"
Nazarr says, "Pardon me, I will rephrase for those who don't speak Faendryl."
Nazarr asks, "Why are there Patriarachs and Matirarchs whose names we don't know?"
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "Recall, too, that they were the best for their age, and during some ages, a male ruler was seen as most suited. We are, in retrospect, seeing them through the lens of a different age."
Speaking to Nazarr, Lylia says, "Over the course of tens of thousands of years and wars of succession, particularly just before Geniselle Anaya Faendryl -- a time of great strife in which some Patriarchs ruled for mere centuries or decades -- names were lost to war or to shame."
Lylia reluctantly says, "I do not wish to speak ill of the Patriarchy itself as an institution, even if those Patriarchs and Matriarchs have been dust for ages."
Lylia bites her lip.
Lylia nods in greeting at Lehon.
Lylia smiles.
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis says, "Whole familes lost to shame. It happens still."
Lylia agrees with Maltreis.
Lehon bows to Lylia.
Ysharra nods once at Lylia.
Speaking to Maltreis, Lylia says, "We have seen art that has been defaced; that art once represented someone. We do not always know those names. Historians with the Clerisy work tirelessly on uncovering more of our past."
Lylia smoothly says, "And speaking of the Clerisy, let us move on from the Patriarchal heart of Faendryl governance to its limbs, the Pentact."
Lylia says, "The Pentact, as its name in Common and in Faendryl suggests, consists of five branches, roughly co-equal: Rachis, Armata, Emporion, Agrestis, Clerisy."
Maylan frowns.
Lylia says, "The Rachis is the political and bureaucratic wing of the Pentact. As the branch closest to the Patriarch, they are the most rigidly constrained by custom and law. Otherwise, such power could tip the delicate balance into disarray."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Maylan works her fingers under her white paper hat and scratches her head.
(Lylia illustrates with her hands out, swaying to one side and tipping her hands like a weighted scale.)
Maltreis gives a bundle of vruul skins a quick glance over and drops the skins into one of the small pouches hanging from his vruul skin harness.
Lylia says, "Often, a Patriarch's wife or Matriarch's husband becomes the Basilican Magistrate, the head of the Rachis. This person holds tremendous personal and political power."
Melikor smiles at Lylia.
Lylia says, "No one knows better than the Faendryl that power must be channeled properly, so the Basilican Magistrate is one of the most scrutinized people in Faendryl society. Again, this preserves the balance that is essential to the Pentact."
Lylia murmurs, "It is not an easy role, by all accounts."
Lylia folds her hands.
Lylia says, "Now, as knowledge is power, education is paramount for the Faendryl, and the Clerisy is in charge of it from the earliest schooling children receive to the arcane arts for which we are well known...and sometimes feared."
Lylia smiles wryly.
Thrassus smiles quietly to himself.
Lylia explains, "Many of the Faendryl you know regionally have deep roots in Clerisy teachings. As a sorceress, my own ties with it are strong, for example."
Ysharra says, "...sometimes, she says."
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis murmurs, "Sometimes."
Lylia says, "As you can imagine, then, those of the Clerisy are not etiolated academics. Many of us are more than capable of self-defense, even of battle."
Maltreis scoffs.
Lylia flashes a quick grin at Ysharra.
Ysharra smiles quietly to herself.
Lylia noncommittally says, "Mm-hmm. 'Sometimes.'."
Lylia clears her throat.
Maylan turns the page in her dark leather journal.
Lylia says, "Students of occult knowledge can rise high in the Clerisy, and we have few proscriptions on types of magic studied or the means of studying it."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Xorus just arrived.
Lylia notes, "Shieltine's Ward is an exception, but we may discuss that another time."
Thrassus nods to Xorus in greeting.
Lylia smiles at Xorus.
Maltreis nods respectfully at Xorus.
Lylia clears her throat.
Lord Draegus just arrived.
Xorus leans on his runestaff.
Lylia nods in greeting at Draegus.
Lylia smiles.
Lylia says, "Among the Clerisy are the members of the Autochthonic Cartographers' Guild, or Harrowers, as they are colloquially called. Harrowers investigate new valences and explore known ones more fully."
Maltreis whispers something to Xorus.
Lylia says, "Some of you may recall meeting Ersix Severus Faendryl. He is a Harrower, and he assisted with the removal of those black roots that threatened to engulf the town."
Lylia remarks, "We may see him again sometime, assuming he has not been devoured by something."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Lylia continues, "Some of the wealthiest of us are to be found in the next two wings of the Pentact, the Agrestis and the Emporion."
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis asks, "Master Ersix. He has been here?"
Eiliriel nods briefly at Maltreis.
Lylia nods at Maltreis.
Lord Draegus just went out.
Ysharra raises her hand.
Lylia continues, "As interdependent as they are, these divisions also find themselves in opposition at times. That, too, is by design. And -- ah, sorry, yes?"
Lylia smiles at Ysharra.
Ysharra asks, "Are there rangers in the Clerisy?"
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "Rangers are outstanding Harrowers."
Ysharra says, "...I never met any others of my profession in town. Not that I spent much time in the city."
Lylia chuckles.
Ysharra says, "...wasn't allowed.."
Ysharra folds her hands behind her back.
Gavrien grunts.
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis says, "Harrowers are rarely seen about town."
(Lylia's smile fades, replaced by a sympathetic look.)
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis asks, "And if they are, would you know it?"
Lylia quietly says, "Yes, I understand."
Ysharra smiles.
Ysharra nods at Lylia.
Ysharra says, "Again, I appreciate your tolerance for my questions."
Lylia says, "Tolerance? Nonsense. I love questions. It shows you are awake and alive, not merely animates propped before me for my own amusement as I speak."
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Thrassus snickers.
Ysharra chuckles.
Gryzzlbok sticks out his tongue.
Gryzzlbok says, "Im a prop."
Lylia admits, "Although they are useful for practicing a speech...though they give little in the way of applause."
Eiliriel gives a sidelong glance at Gryzzlbok.
Lylia just nudged Gryzzlbok.
Gavrien snorts!
Gryzzlbok mutters kidding.
Ysharra says, "I don't mind the moaning and the muttering for brains, but the drool..."
Melikor casually glances at Ysharra.
Maltreis says, "No? It would seem a simple command to make them clap. Once, maybe."
Ysharra says, "At least they usually rot into mulch before we get home for the evening."
Maltreis chuckles.
Ysharra nods at Melikor.
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "I thought that occurred at the 'loincloth auction' the other night."
Desmonde surreptitiously glances at Gavrien.
Melikor looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "...I am happy to say that I would not know."
Lylia briskly says, "Now, where was I? Ah. Yes."
Lylia nods once.
Gavrien leans back a bit and folds his arms behind his head.
Lylia continues, "The Agrestis, who are our farmers, ranchers, miners, and gardeners, rely on the Emporion traders who distribute and sell what they produce."
Maltreis murmurs, "Lioncloth auction?"
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Lylia adds, "And of course, Emporion merchants and artisans, who are sorted into greater and lesser guilds by the nature of the goods in which they trade, depend on the Agrestis for raw materials."
Maylan blinks at Maltreis.
Maltreis shrugs.
Lylia says, "Competition sharpens both the Agrestis and the Emporion, allowing the most successful among them to rise to higher stations and greater profits."
Speaking to Maltreis, Maylan whispers aloud, "That was yesterday."
Lylia muses, "While this is more a personal observation than an official one, I have found Agrestis to be of a more reactionary or traditional frame of mind, while Emporion Faendryl I have known, including many of my extended family, tend to be reformists."
Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.
Lylia says, "The final piece of the Pentact, though just as important, is the least seen outside of New Ta'Faendryl. That is the Armata, our military force."
Lylia says, "Most of us, of course, are capable fighters individually."
Lylia says, "You might have noticed this."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Ysharra flashes a quick grin at Melikor.
Ravinder chuckles to himself.
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "Might have, indeed."
Lylia says, "But the Armata are well trained to move as one in combat. Guardians of the City, for example, are tasked with dispatching any wayward entities that shamble or lurch too near civilized lands instead of to the Demonwall."
Melikor smiles at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "Their experience with these powerful demons makes them particularly well suited to the Cartographers' Guild as Harrowers."
Speaking to Ysharra, Melikor says, "Many among us are."
(Lylia pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought.)
Lylia says, "This brings me to a crucial point about the Pentact and the Faendryl who comprise it, one of the most important lessons we can learn here on the Landing."
Lylia says, "An Armata Guardian can become a trained Harrower, part of the Clerisy. In other words, the Pentact is emphatically not a caste system."
Ysharra folds her arms over her chest.
Saranja just arrived.
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
(Lylia raps a fingernail on the table for emphasis.)
Melikor nods at Lylia.
Lylia stresses, "We are not bound by birth or circumstance to one path but may instead become what is best suited to us, and what we suit best."
Lylia says, "In fact, the concept of immutable castes is anathema to most Faendryl. It is our goal as a culture to strive, to seek the highest level of achievement."
Maylan raises her hand.
Lylia firmly says, "Status among the Faendryl is earned, not granted by birth alone. This should be true here as well."
Gryzzlbok smiles.
Lylia turns to face Maylan.
Lylia turns to face Maylan.
Lylia asks, "Yes?"
Maltreis says, "If I might interject, I myself used to be part of the Emporion and am now among the Clerisy."
Lylia smiles at Maylan.
Lylia nods in agreement at Maltreis.
Maylan exclaims, "So I could become part of the Clerisy!"
Maylan beams!
Lylia says, "Ah, a case in point, then."
Melikor gives a sidelong glance at Ysharra.
Speaking diplomatically to Maylan, Lylia says, "We are referring to Faendryl governance and social structure, which may have parallels outside of New Ta'Faendryl, and lessons to learn, but..."
Maylan squints at a bloodstained dark leather journal.
(Lylia gazes into the middle distance as if hoping to find the right words there.)
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "Faendryl culture is generally for those of Faendryl blood."
Lacing his fingers together, Maltreis's body stiffens as he listens quietly.
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan says, "Oh but I have taken a lot of faendryl blood."
Maylan fully extends her wings and stands perfectly still, eyeing Lylia cautiously.
Desmonde smirks.
Gryzzlbok grins at Maylan evilly.
Gavrien winks at Ysharra.
Melikor frowns at Ysharra.
Gavrien grins crookedly.
Ysharra smiles at Gavrien.
Lylia gently explains, "But you are not Faendryl. You have also taken a great deal of rum, but you are not a bottle."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Lylia nods in agreement at Maylan.
Nazarr chuckles.
Gavrien snickers.
Speaking to Maylan, Ysharra says, "As one who would receive a much more stammered response to such a question, I sympathize."
Lylia says, "So, while the Landing is not a Faendryl settlement at the moment, Faendryl society offers other valuable lessons..."
Xorus says, "The Senary is where everything interesting happens."
Lylia says, "Another such is that of how to handle dissent."
Maylan nods understandingly at Ysharra.
Lylia archly says, "I have not spoken of the Senary."
Xorus chuckles.
Gavrien casually glances between Lylia and Xorus.
Lylia says, "Though if someone wishes to, I can certainly welcome another speaker."
Lylia grins at Xorus.
Gryzzlbok raises his hand.
Xorus says, "There are some things better left unspoken."
Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "She pounced on that all the same."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "And that what you just said is the worst sentence in any language."
Lylia briskly continues, "So! Dissent. We know it well in the Landing."
Gryzzlbok says, "Is there a library I could have access to, to learn more of our heritage? Im not the type to wish to bother anyone for long loectures."
Ysharra folds her hands behind her back.
You gaze in amusement at Ysharra.
Lylia nods in agreement at Gryzzlbok.
Speaking to Gryzzlbok, Lylia says, "Remind me to talk to you in a moment on that. Not a lecture, but a quick word on where to find more."
Lylia smiles.
Gryzzlbok nods at Lylia.
Gryzzlbok says, "Thank you."
Lylia says, "There is dissent even in New Ta'Faendryl, of a sort. Yes, even in a formal garden, there is some natural variation, some disarray at a finer scale even if the whole is perfectly symmetrical."
Gavrien whispers something to Ysharra.
Gavrien chuckles to himself.
Ysharra smirks at Gavrien.
Maltreis glances between Gavrien and Ysharra.
Lylia says, "While a Patriarch may seek to crush all dissent, there inevitably comes a moment that in the crushing, too much of value may be lost. By judiciously 'ignoring' dissenters, or appearing to, at least, a Patriarch or Matriarch may give tacit approval to certain views."
Deep in thought, Lylia laces her fingers before her.
Ysharra says, "Trimming the invasives."
Lylia continues, "Wise Patriarchs and Matriarchs make accommodations for dissidents and political unrest. They are well aware of such groups."
Gavrien appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.
Ysharra folds her hands behind her back.
Lylia explains, "Theoretically, no 'secret' organization is hidden to the Patriarchal gaze because these groups are not banned but allowed to simmer, if never to boil over."
Lylia says, "In a society built on competition, such groups are alembics from which new ideas can arise, ideas that may advance understanding in some way."
Xorus whispers something to Lylia.
Lylia says, "And although we have no Patriarch or Matriarch here, no ruler, we do have authority and dissent. Each serves a purpose, and no sensible mayor would seek to stifle it."
Lylia nods at Xorus.
Lylia flashes a quick grin at Xorus.
Ysharra chuckles to herself.
Xorus chuckles.
Xorus just went out.
Ysharra says, "It usually throttles itself with its own ill wind."
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "Just so."
Ysharra smiles.
Lylia asks, "Well. I have talked for some time; are there any questions? Or any thoughts others might wish to share?"
Lylia surveys the area.
Maylan wildly swats at the air around her, nearly knocking herself in the head.
Desmonde slowly says, "I guess it's all to do with how one makes the powerless feel like they are contributing, to say it bluntly."
Speaking to Maylan, Ysharra says, "All the bees are in bed, save the ones in your head."
Melikor glances at Maylan.
Lylia nods at Desmonde.
Maltreis says, "I would be genuiniely interested in what you have to say about the Senary myth."
Eiliriel says, "Given how the Palestra are among the best known, it might be worth noting which branch they fit into."
Desmonde says, "If they feel the lack of things to do, busy work, things go...sideways."
A narrow silver swatter seemingly floats up out of Melikor's web-covered satchel and into his waiting hand.
Melikor offers Maylan a narrow silver swatter.
Maylan grins slowly at Ysharra.
Maylan declines Melikor's offer.
Maylan winks.
Speaking warmly to Desmonde, Lylia says, "Precisely so."
Melikor chuckles.
Ysharra glances at Melikor.
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "Tell her to hold very still before you swat her, you might hit that squirrel she has in her hair."
Speaking to Maltreis, Lylia says, "I have little to say on it at all. The Senary may frighten some; I have seen little evidence of their existence, and I am not prone to seeing serpents under the carpet."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Lylia says, "There are, of course, tales to alarm schoolchildren."
Lylia says, "A hand does not need six fingers. A Pentact does not need six parts."
Lylia waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Maltreis says, "I always gave the myth some credence, it would explain some of the power of the Patriarchy."
Maltreis shrugs.
Gavrien scratches his chin.
Maltreis says, "But that is just idle speculation."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "A six-fingered hand sounds like some sort of theater troupe."
Lylia smoothly says, "That is a matter for debate among Clerisy scholars."
Lylia grins at Maltreis.
Lylia agrees with Ysharra.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Or a cabal that we'd get accused of being a part of."
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Lylia says, "Oh, I never get invited to cabals. Despite offering to bring the wine."
Gavrien chuckles to himself.
Ravinder amusedly says, "It is the cabals' loss."
Lylia grins at Ravinder.
Speaking to Ravinder, Lylia says, "Indeed. I bring very fine wines."
Gavrien becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Lylia smiles over the rim of her glass before taking a sip of her wine.
Lylia takes a drink from her fragrant mulled wine.
Ravinder raises his fragrant mulled wine in a toast!
Ravinder inclines his head.
Ravinder takes a drink from his fragrant mulled wine.
Speaking to Lylia, Desmonde says, "Thank you."
Lylia inclines her head.
Maylan put a bloodstained dark leather journal in her crimson silk cloak.
Desmonde nods at Lylia.
Desmonde says, "Good eve to you all."
Gavrien appears to lose some internal strength.
Desmonde nods curtly.
Lylia replies, "No, thank you, and thank all of you for being here."
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Gavrien glances appraisingly at Desmonde.
Lylia bows.
Desmonde just went out.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "You know I always have more questions, but nonet that would be appropriate, just now."
Lylia says, "I am deeply appreciative for such an attentive audience, and for all the questions you might ask."
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan says, "Your ways are still rather odd to me, but I do think I am beginning to understand."
Lylia says, "Speaking of which, if you have more, I am happy to offer what answers I may."
Lylia smiles at Maylan.
Maylan says, "More the what than the why."
Maylan raises an eyebrow.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I trust you would know the difference between me being curious and attacking Faendryl society and you. But I am not sure about any witnesses."
Ysharra grins at Lylia.
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "I would like very much to know more of your people as well sometime."
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "I feel very certain that any here would understand the difference. And you know I would."
Ysharra chuckles.
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan says, "Why do Faendryl not get along so very well with other elves? They all look the same to me."
Nazarr nods at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "I am very much of a piece with New Ta'Faendryl in some ways, but in others, I have learned from my travels."
Ravinder gives a sidelong glance at Maylan.
Lehon ponders.
Ysharra nods at Maylan.
Nazarr glances around the room.
The voice of Saranja quietly says, "As for wtnesses... one can never be sure."
Speaking in Faendryl, Gavrien mutters, "Arrogant jackasses over here, arrogant jackasses over there... yeah, can see how they'd all get confused."
Speaking to Maylan, Ysharra says, "Never an end to the rivalry, the pagentry, of a Faendryl friendship."
Maylan shrugs her shoulders, lifting her wings slightly.
Ravinder laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement from Gavrien.
Nazarr begins chuckling at Gavrien!
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "The short answer? The other Elven Houses blame us for doing what we must, at all times."
Nazarr says, "And for succeeding, I think."
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "They have never quite forgiven us for two dire insults to them: For ruling them, and for succeeding where they did not."
Ysharra says, "No one said a word to Imaera when she raised the dead and gave it wings and a temple."
Maltreis says, "Sometimes I believe they are angry we didn't roll over and die like they did."
Lylia diplomatically says, "In the past, that is."
Lylia inclines her head.
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Ysharra folds her arms over her chest.
Speaking to Ysharra, Eiliriel says, "That we know about."
Lylia nods in agreement at Ysharra.
Ysharra says, "Pardon, not raised the dead. Animated the dead into something it was not before."
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan asks, "Did you enslave them? Treat them poorly?"
Gavrien rolls his eyes.
Lylia says, "No. And no. The Faendryl are not slavers."
Ysharra glances at Lylia.
Maylan says, "Then I cannot see why they should be so cross."
Lylia says, "Although 'being treated poorly' may have rather different definitions. If one expects deference and gets none, it could be seen as a slight."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Gavrien holds up two fingers and slowly pinches them together until they are almost touching.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "...the Summoned might argue, had they the means."
Ravinder says, "Elven lives are long, and their memories longer still."
Ravinder nods at Maylan.
Thrassus says, "It's simple jealousy and pettiness."
Lehon says, "Thank you kindly for the invitation."
Lehon bows.
Melikor nods at Thrassus.
Speaking to Thrassus, Ysharra says, "And fear."
Thrassus nods at Ysharra.
Speaking to Thrassus, Maylan says, "I suppose that explains it."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "The summoned lack the will to remain in their own valences. If they acquiesce to our will for a time, that is simply in the natural order of their kind -- assuming, that is, you mean imps, griks, and other extra-planar entities."
Lylia agrees with Ravinder.
Speaking to Ravinder, Lylia says, "Yes. Long lives, long memories, and too often, long grudges."
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Lylia says, "It is a pity, in some cases."
Ravinder agrees, "Just so."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I do mean them. After all, not enough of my sort make it to maturity to count as oppressed."
Gavrien dryly says, "Putting it mildly."
Melikor casually glances at Ysharra.
Speaking to Gavrien, Ysharra asks, "I am not usually mild, should I say it differently, you think?"
Gavrien gives Ysharra a lopsided grin.
Gavrien nods encouragingly at Ysharra.
Lylia replies, "It is my fondest hope that our current Patriarch is the best suited for this age because he sees that Faendryl blood runs strong in the veins of all who have Faendryl heritage."
Speaking to Ysharra, Gavrien says, "I like a tirade better'n most."
Nazarr nods.
Lylia says, "But of course, I am not a Matriarch, only a mayor."
Lylia smiles.
Eiliriel gazes in amusement at Lylia.
Saranja quietly says, "So far."
Thrassus ponders.
Ysharra folds her hands behind her back.
Lylia nods appreciatively at Saranja.
Lylia chuckles.
Ysharra smiles at Lylia.
Lylia says, "But his recognition of the Palestrian Mahkra Academy is a bold and daring step toward that further recognition, I believe."
Speaking in Faendryl, Thrassus asks, "Perhaps he would be receptive to the notion of an embassy here, seeing that other powers are more or less doing the same?"
Maylan asks, "The what?"
Speaking to Thrassus, Lylia says, "That is very much my hope. Yes."
Thrassus nods.
Lylia nods eagerly at Thrassus.
Thrassus says, "It only makes sense."
Lylia notes, "Letters have been written."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Mhm. A pity I couldn't enter the Embassy to watch the latest trials."
Speaking to Maylan, Eiliriel says, "The most recent academy of the Palestra, taking from adults, rather than training children into the life."
Thrassus smiles at Lylia.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Or the ones before that..."
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia asks, "Hmm? Ah, the Palestra?"
Speaking to Eiliriel, Maylan says, "Oh yes, the demon fighters."
Lylia nods to Eiliriel.
Lylia exhales the last of a virulent green mist.
Melikor glances at Ysharra.
Lylia removes a spearmint leaf from in her wrap.
Lylia takes a bite of her spearmint leaf. You smell a hint of spearmint.
Eiliriel nods at Maylan.
Eiliriel says, "And they do fall under a perhaps surprising area of the Pentact."
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Speaking to Eiliriel, Lylia says, "Just so. People often assume they are their own wing, or at least part of the Armata."
Eiliriel nods at Lylia.
Maylan violently shakes her head in the negative, causing several strands of raggedly cut hair to fall free and trail around her face in tiny wisps.
Maylan says, "So many wings and pegs and sects and things."
Lylia says, "They are, in fact, part of the Rachis."
Lylia grins at Maylan.
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Ysharra grins at Lylia.
Maylan says, "This is not so much a question about culture, but it is something I have wondered."
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "I did say it was quite a complex societal structure."
Maylan taps a bloodstained dark leather journal, which is in her right hand.
Lylia bows to Gryzzlbok.
Gryzzlbok bows to Lylia.
Great Lord Gryzzlbok strides away moving out, his group following close behind.
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan asks, "I have seen you summon demons, which seems rather useful. When you summon them are they your slaves, or do they have free will?"
Thrassus chuckles.
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "They are not slaves, no, for we do not hold them for any length of time. Yet they do our bidding, to some extent, when they are here in our valence."
Ysharra nods at Gavrien.
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "They may refuse. And if they are abyran'sa, they often do."
Gavrien shrugs at Ysharra.
Lylia sets her mouth in a thin line of disapproval.
Ravinder chuckles to himself.
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan asks, "And that is where the Palestra come in?"
Maylan turns the page in her dark leather journal.
Maylan idly scrawls something on a page in her dark leather journal.
Eiliriel looks at Maylan and shake her head.
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "The Palestra are there to put down more dangerous entities than the ones we commonly summon, the so-called minor demons."
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia asks, "You have seen a vathor, abyran'ra, or oculoth?"
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I hope I didn't come across as disrespectful to you, personally. I am just...I struggle with some things."
Maylan says, "Oh yes."
Maylan says, "Up close, even."
Melikor nods at Maylan.
Melikor says, "There were some roaming around here just a few weeks ago."
Maylan nods at Melikor.
Maltreis says, "Roaming."
Maltreis chuckles.
Maylan exclaims, "Aye, and we made quick work of them even without a Palestra!"
Ysharra says, "I remember that."
Ysharra nods at Melikor.
Ysharra says, "The kral Summoned them."
Speaking to Maltreis, Melikor says, "Meandering."
Speaking to Ysharra, Melikor says, "Yes, a gift from our friends."
Melikor smirks.
Gavrien chuckles to himself.
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "Not at all. I cannot claim understanding of what you have seen, being of mixed heritage. But Geniselle Anaya was a reformer herself, and another such may come."
Speaking to Melikor, Maltreis says, "Enjoying the scenery."
Ysharra says, "Their warlord is a Stormcrow. A kral who practices sorcery."
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Speaking to Maltreis, Melikor says, "And the local cuisine."
Melikor snickers.
Lylia says, "We have all gotten a good bit more adept at handling a vathor."
Ysharra says, "Speak for yourself, I hid behind Melikor."
Speaking to Ysharra, Melikor says, "You fought admirably, as well."
Lylia confesses, "I cannot do much against them myself."
Lylia gazes in amusement at Thrassus.
Ravinder says, "The role of the Palestra is markedly more pronounced within New Ta'Faendryl, where sorcerers and the art of summoning is rather more commonplace."
Thrassus chuckles.
Speaking to Thrassus, Lylia says, "I believe you met a vathor recently too..."
Thrassus says, "Indeed, it was.... surly."
Maltreis says, "Sorcerers are not always the most adept at destroying demons, I was taught."
Lylia agrees with Ravinder.
Speaking to Thrassus, Lylia says, "On the contrary. It seemed to have quite a sense of humor."
Eiliriel nods at Maltreis.
Ysharra chuckles.
Lylia grins at Thrassus.
Thrassus mutters under his breath.
Lylia agrees with Maltreis.
Speaking to Maylan, Lylia says, "But to answer your question, no, I do not think of demons as slaves."
Ysharra smiles at Gavrien.
Ysharra ponders.
Gavrien flashes a quick grin at Ysharra.
Ysharra says, "...I wonder if they agree."
Maylan nods at Lylia.
Melikor gives a sidelong glance at Ysharra.
Speaking to Ysharra, Thrassus says, "I doubt it, most of them are but animals from other valences."
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "Seeing them in the fields and warehouses at home was...odd."
Lylia says, "If they are too reluctant to do what is required of them, they are sent back. They are not punished or killed for their failure to obey."
Gavrien looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "It took a long time to adjust to their constant presence in the household."
Gavrien murmurs, "Better deal that some of the rest of us."
Lylia says, "They are cast back and replaced with more capable or more tractable ones."
Melikor looks thoughtfully at Ysharra.
Ysharra nods once at Gavrien.
Ysharra shivers.
Thrassus says, "My family got around all that just by animating our household servants."
Thrassus nods.
Melikor begins chuckling at Thrassus!
Maltreis says, "Good trade in bodies for just that."
Maltreis nods at Thrassus.
Thrassus nods.
Lylia nods in agreement at Thrassus.
Melikor glances upward and whistles quietly, an innocent look on his face.
Lylia says, "Also an option."
Lylia says, "One of these months, I might discuss the nature of animation and its distinction from the creation of the undead..."
Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.
Lylia says, "Or perhaps I shall nudge someone more learned into it."
Thrassus nods at Lylia.
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Speaking to Thrassus, Ysharra says, "Of the two, I think I find the Summoned a little easier to share living space with, no offense to your kin."
Lylia says, "Yhtrin, who unfortunately could not be here with us, touched on that subject."
Lylia says, "For what it is worth...I did not discuss much on the nature of those who are of Faendryl stock but not -- ah, not fully welcomed by some of the more conservative elements within New Ta'Faendryl's social structure for a reason."
Lylia simply says, "I felt it was not my place to speak for others' lived experience."
Gavrien neutrally says, "Touchy subject."
Speaking to Gavrien, Ysharra says, "Touched is right."
Speaking to Gavrien, Lylia says, "Yes, that is one word for it."
Lylia says, "You realize, of course, that someday, I may prod those of you who are part of the Faendryl Enclave and have mingled bloodlines to speak on your own experiences."
Lylia grins.
Gavrien grunts.
Ysharra looks thoughtfully at Lylia.
Gavrien glances away.
Maltreis peers quizzically at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "I think I left my prodding stick in my other wrap."
Melikor discreetly points at Ysharra from behind the shelter of his other hand.
Eiliriel glances skeptically at Gavrien.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I thought about it. But...I did not wish it to be viewed as an attack on you personally."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "You don't need another wrap, that thing's a bloody miracle."
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Lylia attends to her wrap, making the wrap as presentable as possible.
Eiliriel wryly asks, "Is she carrying blood in there now, too?"
Lylia says, "I would not take it as one. You know that."
Lylia smiles at Ysharra.
Lylia adds, "And besides, we are not in New Ta'Faendryl. I have lived the better part of my four hundred years away from the city myself."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Lylia removes a dog-shaped selanthan bloodjewel from in her wrap.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I have some strong opinions, and wouldn't mind...though my experience are more with humans, I spent most of my time in New Ta'Faendryl on my uncle's compound."
Lylia says, "Sort of."
Maltreis says, "Some say you never leave Ta'Faendryl behind, truely."
Lylia put a dog-shaped selanthan bloodjewel in her wrap.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "As I said, it was...strongly suggested I shouldn't wander."
Eiliriel gazes in amusement at Lylia.
Ysharra folds her hands behind her back.
Ysharra says, "Something about standing out."
Gavrien glances appraisingly at Ysharra.
Gavrien snorts!
Ysharra gives Gavrien a little prod between the shoulder blades.
Gavrien smirks.
Speaking to Gavrien, Ysharra says, "Just because you're all swarthy doesn't mean you'd find anything different. As you well know. Better than me, in fact."
Gavrien shrugs.
Gavrien evasively says, "Yeah, probably."
Gavrien glances away.
Speaking to Maltreis, Lylia says, "The phrase Silvean has used is 'New Ta'Faendryl under glass.' He is a chip of the city's stone, and while I have rather more radical ideas, he is more of a traditionalist."
Ysharra smiles.
Lylia notes, "It is not always a terrible thing to stand out. I have tried to use it to my advantage, at least."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Speaking to Lylia, Maltreis says, "It is no secret I am a fan of your husband. I thought I was a traditionalist, although it seems I was more progressive than I thought before I got here."
Lylia says, "For Emporion merchants, it can be an asset to look at least superficially less Faendryl, at a glance."
Speaking to Maltreis, Thrassus says, "It always takes one by suprise it seems."
Thrassus chuckles.
Maltreis laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "When I stopped earlier it was to keep myself from mentioning the usual method of dealing with half-Faendryl. At least, historically."
Lylia says, "Silvean is indeed a traditionalist -- although not, I should add, in such a way that he reviles those of partly Faendryl heritage."
Lylia quietly says, "I have long thought it a waste."
Ysharra says, "In front of strangers that might have looked cruel, and you've had quite enough of your words and position being twisted by those with an agenda. Or just a big mouth."
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Gavrien scratches his chin.
Eiliriel mildly says, "Practice for the future, perhaps."
Maylan says, "I think my head is full."
Maylan fully extends her wings, cautiously studying her surroundings.
Ysharra grins at Maylan.
Maylan gently closes a bloodstained dark leather journal.
Lylia says, "I should hope most people here understand that I am not encouraging anyone to leave infants in the woods for the foxes to eat. We have an orphanage."
Speaking to Maylan, Ysharra asks, "Need to let some out?"
Gavrien chuckles to himself.
Maylan enthusiastically nods her agreement, causing her hair to flutter around her face in a raven-sheened halo.
Speaking to Maylan, Ysharra says, "I might have a drill somewhere."
--
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "You know, when I spoke of dissent earlier, this is what I meant by it. Agreement is all well and good, but sometimes ideas must be challenged."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Actually, that does bring me to another question."
Speaking to Lylia, Maylan says, "Thank you for the many fancy words."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Never mind people who are obviously half-human, like myself..."
Land Pirate Maylan just skipped merrily out.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra asks, "What about people such as yourself, who are full-blooded Faendryl but who possess unique features? Your fair, porcelain-like skin, your copper tresses?"
Thrassus looks thoughtfully at Ysharra.
Lylia smiles thinly, and the expression doesn't reach her grey eyes
Lylia says, "There are some who believe it is some manner of deformity, yes."
(Maltreis touches the pale skin on his face.)
Lylia says, "Or that it is some sign of ill favor, an atavistic trait that bespeaks low birth, or even something other than Faendryl heritage."
Lylia clearly says, "These people are cordially invited to piss up a rope."
Thrassus snickers.
Ysharra laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Lylia.
Maltreis says, "More intelligent beings recognize it as bloodline diversity."
Maltreis nods once.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "I have noticed that many of you who wander seem to be possessed of such traits."
Lylia says, "Indeed. And as I said earlier, in the wider world, it confers distinct advantages at times."
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Maltreis says, "It is no different than red hair, which does make our Mayor quite special."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "And thus I wondered if there was a connection."
Lylia says, "Just so. As the Patriarch or Matriarch is, as you could say, the best suited for his or her era, then fair skin suits us well for being abroad."
Lylia nods at Maltreis.
Lylia smiles.
Ysharra smiles at Lylia.
Eiliriel says, "It does rather help with blending sometimes."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "You have the keenest eyes of anyone I know."
Lylia agrees with Eiliriel.
Speaking to Eiliriel, Lylia asks, "Did you find yourself the target of any teasing when you were younger too?"
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Perhaps. I find myself surprised far more often than such a statement might suggest."
Speaking to Eiliriel, Maltreis says, "It has served me especially well in Ta'Vaalor and Ta'Illistim."
Eiliriel flatly says, "No. I tended to stab first."
Ysharra chuckles to herself.
Maltreis murmurs, "So odd to have three of us here."
Eiliriel looks thoughtfully at Maltreis.
Nazarr says, "Personally, I see variety in appearance as speaking well of our adaptability in all things--and in the beauty and worth of variety. A message that some may not grasped yet, unfortunately, if they are mistaking an obviously positive trait for a negative one. And that is true for half-Faendryl as well as Faendryl."
Lylia chuckles to herself.
Ysharra says, "It is curious, isn't it? The Illistim make such claims to enlightenment, to leading peaceful lives in search of wisdom and harmony."
Lylia gazes admiringly at Nazarr.
Ysharra says, "But they bar the Faendryl from...the bar."
Nazarr says, "From two bars, actually."
Ysharra says, "And the Dhe'nar, too, of course."
Melikor smirks.
Lylia dryly remarks, "The Illistim are more concerned with the appearance of wisdom than the actuality of it. Real wisdom is a challenge."
Speaking in Faendryl, Thrassus says, "I'm still going to burn that building down one day."
Thrassus nods.
Ysharra grins at Thrassus.
Speaking to Thrassus, Eiliriel says, "Only one day? It might be best stretched out over several."
Maltreis nods in agreement at Lylia.
Speaking in Faendryl, Nazarr asks, "May I help, Thrassus?"
Speaking to Thrassus, Ysharra asks, "Spare the Jackal Table, hm?"
Thrassus begins chuckling at Ysharra!
Thrassus nods at Nazarr.
Nazarr beams!
Speaking to Thrassus, Ysharra says, "Perhaps you can bring it here, and Lylia can use it as a conference table."
Lylia nods in agreement.
Speaking in Faendryl, Thrassus says, "That would be nice."
Thrassus nods.
Lylia quips, "When I raze Shantytown and build a summer palace there, I shall install it in one of the meeting halls."
Thrassus laughs!
Ysharra flashes a quick grin at Lylia.
Eiliriel says, "Do not forget the menagerie."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Uncanny author, really. In a competition you haven't even called for, to see who can get the most wrong in a few sentences."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "You should embrace the whole shebang, give our prizes."
Lylia nods at Ysharra.
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Lylia nods in agreement to Eiliriel.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Have a few heats, followed by finals and regionals."
Lylia gazes in amusement at Ysharra.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "The obnoxious few competing for their own chance to have Eiliriel's lance shoved someplace uncomfortable."
Lylia says, "I would not use such a fine lance so cruelly."
Ysharra laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Eiliriel says, "I might not want it back after that. Perhaps one of the lesser ones."
Maltreis says, "It is almost like Teras Craps. Well, the outcome."
Maltreis laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.
Ysharra snickers at Maltreis.
Lylia laughs!
Ysharra grins at Eiliriel.
Lylia says, "I know I said it before, but thank you all for being here. I confessed to Nazarr before I spoke that I sometimes believe I may have no one with whom to speak but myself."
Lylia says, "I am always heartened when it is not so."
Lylia nods appreciatively.
Gavrien says, "Pretty sure you've got a sizeable audience that hangs on your every word."
Gavrien winks at Lylia.
Lylia gazes in amusement at Gavrien.
Thrassus nods at Lylia.
Speaking to Gavrien, Ysharra says, "And some will just hang."
Ysharra folds her arms over her chest.
Maltreis says, "I would attend anything a Rashere decided to tell me about."
Eiliriel says, "For better or for worse, that does appear to be the case."
Maltreis chuckles.
Speaking to Gavrien, Lylia says, "I shall cherish that praise like rubies. It is as rare and as lovely."
Gavrien rolls his eyes.
Gavrien folds his arms over his chest.
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Lylia says, "And there, now I have trod upon the moment in sharp shoes."
Lylia grins at Gavrien.
Lylia turns one foot to the side, modeling her onyx damask shoes with a smug grin on her face.
Gavrien snorts!
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Gavrien glances skeptically at Lylia.
Speaking to Maltreis, Lylia says, "Silvean does travel quite a bit these days. I am glad you have at least one Rashere to listen to on occasion."
Lylia says, "Even if it is the longer-winded one."
(Ysharra starts to turn toward Nazarr for a moment with her typical half-grin, and then blinks slowly, breaking into a true smile.)
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Speaking to Lylia, Maltreis says, "I find myself glad of it as well."
Speaking earnestly to Nazarr, Ysharra says, "Thank you."
Melikor looks thoughtfully at Ysharra.
Lylia remarks, "I did not see a single Ta'Mori in attendance."
Gavrien says, "Y'all have fun. Got things to do."
Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.
Ysharra blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.
Gavrien makes a flicking motion with his hand.
Speaking in Faendryl, Thrassus says, "Good."
Gavrien just went out.
Melikor sarcastically says, "Shame."
Melikor smirks.
Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.
Eiliriel chuckles.
Ysharra chuckles.
Lylia says, "On the contrary. I would have liked to see their faces when I spoke of castes."
Maltreis asks, "Ta'Mori? City of who?"
Ysharra says, "They're likely busy, the two of them."
Melikor snickers.
Ysharra asks, "Or are they back to the one now?"
Eiliriel shrugs at Ysharra.
Lylia says, "I am certain that, at any rate, they cannot count that high without taking off a mitten."
Speaking in Faendryl, Thrassus says, "City of who, indeed. They can't even name themselves correctly."
Speaking in Faendryl to Thrassus, Maltreis says, "I will pretend that explains it."
Nazarr deftly removes the golvern longsword from his baldric.
Ysharra smiles.
Nazarr bows to Lylia.
Ysharra curtsies to Nazarr.
Lylia places a hand over her heart.
Lylia bows to Nazarr.
Speaking to Nazarr, Ysharra says, "Be well, my friend."