Trail of the Green Eyed Monster
Third Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
The Lucky Horseshore, Sweetgrove, the Reach
"The most gracious Arthur Ambrose invites the ladies to a feast in honor of his daughter Vonilda's Sixteenth Nameday two days from now," the enchanted footman proclaimed in remarkably even tones.
I would not have realized he'd been enchanted if the Seeker had not told me, the thought rippled across the surface of Rhaella's thoughts like a breeze above the surface of the sea, but most of her attention was upon the strangeness of the request. The whole point of the message from Lord Baelor had been to maintain a measure of secrecy. How much of their message did the controlling mage know or not know? Was this a trap?
For a moment she was paralyzed by indecision, but only for a moment. A moment's hesitation from the throne might cost lives by the thousands. "We would be delighted to join Lord Ambose, is that not so Gaela?" she nodded towards the dragon with a gracious smile, pretending she did not see the surprised and worried glances the two knights shared.
"Tell them to play along," she sent mentally, hoping the dragon was listening.
"Indeed," the disguised dragon tipped her head towards the footman, batting her eyelashes.
Was she trying to flirt to distract them? Rhaella was struck by an inappropriate urge to laugh. She was not doing too badly other than the terrible timing that had the gift of confusing the Ambrose men.
Alas, the moment's private levity could not last long. "I will inform my lord," the man replied. "I'm sure lady Vonilda will be overjoyed to have such well-traveled guests at the feast in her
honor." There was a strain in his voice with the last words that had not been there before, though before Rhaella could try to read any deeper into the matter he turned and departed, armsmen following a moment later.
As the six seemingly returned to their drinks in peace Galferyx wove a web of telepathic communication between them that they might weigh their options and plan ahead. That Rhaella decided that plan would surprise them at least a little, she suspected.
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The air in the center of the room tore open as the Seeker stepped back in from its veiled mission. It did not come alone, but bore locked safely in the embrace of its secondary arms the footman from earlier, unconscious from its paralyzing touch, though Rhaella noted the construct had managed to secure its quarry without even waking him.
"Ser Kennos, your amulet please," she said. The knight handed it over readily of course, but they would need a more permanent solution once they had questioned the servant. She was loath to use Galferyx adamantine-hard mind ward for so simple an unbinding and she could not of course divest the knight of his protection when fighting against an enchanter.
I'll have to keep a scroll of unbinding close to hand from now on...
No sooner had she slipped the silver talisman around the servant's neck, and the man regained the use of his muscles, that he practically shouted. "Father Above I can say it! Please, you have to help us, it's Vonilda, she's bewitched everyone, her father, her mother, please, she's getting stronger! For the Mother's Mercy you have to send warning to Highgarden..."
"I think we can do a bit better than carry a warning," Rhaella replied grimly. Motioning to her companions the dragon took the chance to take on her true form, the smaller one thankfully or else she would not have fit in the room.
The tale that emerged once the servant had found his voice again and been assured of their kindly intentions was a strange one, though not beyond understanding. Lady Vonilda had never had the most loving relationship with her parents, raised mostly by nursemaids and then by the maester while her parents lavished attention upon her younger bother and the heir to the House, she had found solace in books and other scholarship. Later, there were rumors of her lingering in the woods overlong as she collected ingredients for the old master's remedies. There had been downstairs rumors that perhaps she had a fey lover, though Rhaella did not give the notion much credence. The fey did not need to bed one to offer a bargain.
Matters had not come to a head, however, until the old maester died. There had been a quarrel between the lord and his daughter, a quarrel that rather abruptly ended in silence and acquiescence. Since then the footman explained 'she's been pulling the strings.'
"I'm not great wizard, but..." Ser Kennos began.
"One need not be a sorcerer, great or small, to have a worthy idea," Rhaella encouraged. She was still grappling with the fact that what they had found was not some otherworldly plot save perhaps by virtue of training the wrong mage.
"Maybe the lady's been using subtle enchantments for years, but she just learned proper enthrallment recently," the knight continued. "We could be dealing with an experienced sorceress."
Rhaella glanced at the Seeker, hidden under its glamour of course so as not to frighten the servant.
"Thankfully we have ways of dealing with mages who will not listen to reason."
OOC: Rhaella is still planning to talk to the girl tomorrow, but the Seeker is definitely plan B.