Gift of Silver
Tenth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
"Any other thoughts on the matter?" you ask Leto absently, as you would any of your friends. The silence that follows startles you from your own thoughts. It seems Leto had not expected it.
Does she see it as a sign of weakness? you wonder. From what you can read behind the glamour and deeper millennia-old mask of experience she seems simply off balance, surprised.
"If I just wanted you here for your eyes or your sword arm I would have had a construct built for the task," you point out dryly. "You have lived long enough among mortals to make judgements on how such a knot may be undone."
Leto's eyes narrow ever so slightly in suspicion, but when she cannot find the trap she is looking for she answers at length. "I suspect intrigue is but a shell over some deeper plot if these 'arts' you spoke of are meant to cheat death, then more likely than not that is the prize. Mortals will go to the most foolish of lengths to extend the pitiful span of their years."
"If they do not seek to gain more time then how might they become cleverer?" you ask mildly.
Surprisingly the Fury's lips twitch into the brief shadow of a smile. "A sharply made point, my lord, though perhaps not one best timed with unseen wheels turning all about us. Do you wish me to accompany you or help guard your coin counter?"
"The former, it would be odd for Master Liu to be without both his guards," you reply, thoughts turning fully to the task at hand, namely finding more of the manse and the gathering you find yourself in, not from the dead but the living.
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"It is the custom of my land to offer gifts to our host before first partaking of food and drink at their table," you offer to the servants, though you have no more intention of touching food and drink in this house than you do drinking Tyene's entire collection of poisons.
The lady of the house is indisposed, words you had expected to hear from the start of course along with offers of manifold distractions from the wide and sunny library to the well stoked wine cellar. The servants speak of hunting and hawking, of a feast swiftly approaching and all manner of temptations they can think to raise in your path. Finally the steward admits with feigned hesitation that the lady is 'unwell', implying that her husband's death had cracked her mind. No more than you had expected of course, but it is that edge of insincerity, of carefully hidden fear that is most telling.
This strict and proper key-bearer with his bottle-green coat and brass buttons knows more of the tales of this sad house than he lets on, but he is not nearly so fearful of being interrogated by a sorcerer as you judge he would be if he knew some secret of dark rebirth. You could simply tear that knowledge from his mind, but you are leery of such blunt methods precipitating a confrontation you are not yet ready for, and so you had chosen a subtler plan.
"Very well, then," you feign exasperated agreement as you push a box into his arms. "You may deliver this to her." The gift within, a set of silver wind chimes had indeed traveled as far as Qarth and bears the mark of that distant city, but it is one of the tiny silver bells that truly matter. Imbued by wishcraft with the
power to allow you to see and hear through them as though you were present, and warded against simple detection it should offer you a path either to the lady or to whoever her keeper is.
While waiting for your offering to find its target, you withdraw once more into the gardens where Mereth and Lady Forlys had drawn Jarlar to speak with the 'Myrish investor' he had so profited from encountering the first time. As you had suspected you seem to have gained some rather unwelcome followers. Soft is their step and careful their manner as they shadow you, but not yet so soft as to escape the ear of a dragon.
Good. Proper mummery requires an audience, after all...
While 'Master Liu' discusses matters of commerce and lending aloud, you can have your true conversation with the Lyseni banker through Varys' mind voice as he may answer back in like manner.
What do you say to Jarlar?
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OOC: You rolled quite badly on convincing the servants, so rather than just having another vote I decided to move through, since it was just a matter of technique and not priority or some other value judgement for Viserys to make.