Chime's perspective -
“ High Arcanist.”
Sandro turned and looked towards the grim faced Knight moving toward the fire. We all did. The Knights of Thay were famed for their zeal and brutality. They were also what passed for the city watch in Aquor. Only a Red Wizard of Thay would have dared to ignore one of those darkly armored knights, not if they wanted to keep their kidney on the inside of their bodies. Sandro, didn’t ignore the knight, though he could have. He did however, allow his annoyance to show.
As the knight moved into a comfortable speaking range, he tendered Sandro a salute.
“What?” Sandro snapped. His temper seeming a little frayed. Not that I could blame him. River had been arguing with him when I joined the conversation. And when she started in on you, she made even a saint, which is never a word that would be associated with Sandro, look short tempered and out of sorts. River, of course, was even now turning the knife.
“ Ha,”she barked, seeming to believe the presence of the armored warrior proved some sort of point. “We can all see how the safety of the Enclave is maintained. “She shook her head a little. Her words were not shouted, but they carried to the tight knot of refugees lingering by the fire.
It seemed to be crux of her ongoing argument with Sandro. One that had been made many times before, by a variety of different people. And, while it was true that many did not like the Enclave, it was also true that they had held and protected Aquor alone for nearly a year. It was their resources and money that were put into the defense of the city. I don’t like Enclave, but I understand them to be a power here. They were the power in Aquor no matter what the Lords of Sundren chose to tell each other.
The Knights voice shook slightly before he regained his iron control. “The… the Legion is coming.”
Sandro took in a deep breath. Then he let it out in a sigh and lifted a hand to rub is temples. “It never rains.. Not when it can pour.” His voice seemed a touch grim to me, and he narrowed his eyes a bit as he glanced toward the gate.
“Get a detail at the gates. And keep an eye on this rabble.” He never gestured to the refuges around the fire. I don't even think he looked at them, but .. it seemed clear to me at least, who he was talking about. And I didn't seem to be the only one who thought that.
“Rabble?” River’s voice sounded like a study in outrage. Sandro seemed to ignore her entirely.
“Sire..” The knight looked away from wizard briefly. “They’re already here,” he said, as the sound of thick leather boots hitting cobble stones finally reached the center of the square.
I wasn’t sure I recognized all of the men moving in a lazy formation towards us. But one of them was a familiar sight. And as he stepped into the light of the fire, his men spreading out at his back, I gave him a slow smile of welcome. Bran Drismon was a beautiful man, who always looked stunning no matter what he wore. And, as I was currently wearing the flowing silk robes of a priestess of Sune, and not the snug leathers of a Legion Officer, I felt free to tell him this.
I couldn’t see his expression well, but I think his lips twitched slightly at the edges as he nodded to me. “You think so?’
I was going to reply, but River’s heated conversation with Sandro had continued while I admired the leader of the small group of Legion Soldiers. “These are free people,” she was telling him. Her body was stiff, arms crossed over her chest in what looked like narrowed eyed anger. “They are not your experiments…”
“Be silent woman, “Sandro snapped. “More pressing matters demand my attention at the moment…. The wizard turned to face the Legion Soldiers. “Drismon! What is the meaning of this?”
“ High Arcanist.”
Sandro turned and looked towards the grim faced Knight moving toward the fire. We all did. The Knights of Thay were famed for their zeal and brutality. They were also what passed for the city watch in Aquor. Only a Red Wizard of Thay would have dared to ignore one of those darkly armored knights, not if they wanted to keep their kidney on the inside of their bodies. Sandro, didn’t ignore the knight, though he could have. He did however, allow his annoyance to show.
As the knight moved into a comfortable speaking range, he tendered Sandro a salute.
“What?” Sandro snapped. His temper seeming a little frayed. Not that I could blame him. River had been arguing with him when I joined the conversation. And when she started in on you, she made even a saint, which is never a word that would be associated with Sandro, look short tempered and out of sorts. River, of course, was even now turning the knife.
“ Ha,”she barked, seeming to believe the presence of the armored warrior proved some sort of point. “We can all see how the safety of the Enclave is maintained. “She shook her head a little. Her words were not shouted, but they carried to the tight knot of refugees lingering by the fire.
It seemed to be crux of her ongoing argument with Sandro. One that had been made many times before, by a variety of different people. And, while it was true that many did not like the Enclave, it was also true that they had held and protected Aquor alone for nearly a year. It was their resources and money that were put into the defense of the city. I don’t like Enclave, but I understand them to be a power here. They were the power in Aquor no matter what the Lords of Sundren chose to tell each other.
The Knights voice shook slightly before he regained his iron control. “The… the Legion is coming.”
Sandro took in a deep breath. Then he let it out in a sigh and lifted a hand to rub is temples. “It never rains.. Not when it can pour.” His voice seemed a touch grim to me, and he narrowed his eyes a bit as he glanced toward the gate.
“Get a detail at the gates. And keep an eye on this rabble.” He never gestured to the refuges around the fire. I don't even think he looked at them, but .. it seemed clear to me at least, who he was talking about. And I didn't seem to be the only one who thought that.
“Rabble?” River’s voice sounded like a study in outrage. Sandro seemed to ignore her entirely.
“Sire..” The knight looked away from wizard briefly. “They’re already here,” he said, as the sound of thick leather boots hitting cobble stones finally reached the center of the square.
I wasn’t sure I recognized all of the men moving in a lazy formation towards us. But one of them was a familiar sight. And as he stepped into the light of the fire, his men spreading out at his back, I gave him a slow smile of welcome. Bran Drismon was a beautiful man, who always looked stunning no matter what he wore. And, as I was currently wearing the flowing silk robes of a priestess of Sune, and not the snug leathers of a Legion Officer, I felt free to tell him this.
I couldn’t see his expression well, but I think his lips twitched slightly at the edges as he nodded to me. “You think so?’
I was going to reply, but River’s heated conversation with Sandro had continued while I admired the leader of the small group of Legion Soldiers. “These are free people,” she was telling him. Her body was stiff, arms crossed over her chest in what looked like narrowed eyed anger. “They are not your experiments…”
“Be silent woman, “Sandro snapped. “More pressing matters demand my attention at the moment…. The wizard turned to face the Legion Soldiers. “Drismon! What is the meaning of this?”
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