Of Sorcery and Swords
Thirty-First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
The decision to nominate Alysande for the position of Headmistress of the Braavosi branch of the Scholarum had been an easy one. Protecting Braavos had been a great part of why she had even taken up sorcery in the first place, and she had died to defend it once already. It is not hard to see how she might be more comfortable remaining in the Secret City than in an inquisitor's often far-flung deployments, at least for a few years. Moreover, as Dany had teasingly said in parting, 'it makes planning the wedding easier'. From the looks of things, and the sounds of flushed not-quite denials, you suspect they will be marrying next year.
Sarah, on the other hand, presented a bit trouble. For one thing, she had not believed she was qualified and no matter that you believed she had all the skills required, confidence in one's abilities was a valued skill as a leader, particularly in these so swiftly changing times, and its lack could be crippling. Still, after some soul searching, she had come back to accept the position, a list of instructors she would work with already in hand. You recognized Teana's work in the note. One of the less obvious advantages of having so many sets of hands and eyes.
Of course Pentos is going to need more than a new school of mages to integrate smoothly into the empire.
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The surface of the finely made stone table looks as if it was made of powdered rubies, emeralds, and sapphires, yet is perfectly solid to the touch. If the right command word is spoken, the powdered gems flow like water to form a detailed miniature of Pentos, from its newly rebuilt southern quarter, where the worst of the slums once stood, to the great Temple of R'hllor, an illusory candle flame above its tallest tower, to the various courthouses, lawmen headquarters, and legion strong points. Individual officers and even legionnaires were but faint sparks of red against the city streets.
"I hope this..." Lya motions to her latest creation with pardonable pride. "Has been of use in your duties here in Pentos."
"Between this, the Harbinger, and the dragon flying around up there, it took days to convince the locals we weren't planning to put the city to sword and fire," Aubert Flowers says, before giving an elaborate bow to Nettles. "Of course no offense intended, my lady."
The dragon rider snorts, obviously used to his manner. "The only ones that were scared were the ones with something to hide. Smugglers and thieves, as much as slavers. One bunch almost took advantage of the expansion to fill the new lawmen with their bought and paid for thugs."
"Only those with responsibilities near the harbor, and we caught them before they could do any real harm," Ser Gerold temporizes. "Hardly an offense that merits dragonfire."
Turning to you, he admits that it had slowed down the expansion of the lawmen just enough that it would take another month to finish the job. "You won't be needing as many legion boots on the ground by then. We hanged most of the lingering slavers and dismantled their fortunes. I think it's finally sinking in that slavery is more of a risk than it's worth, even in the places its easiest hidden, like pillow houses."
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"There is probably always going to be some trouble enforcing it there to a degree," Aubert explains soberly. "Those that end up in such dire straights that they feel
compelled to sell their bodies often have nowhere else to go, leaving them easy pray for those who would bind them ever tighter."
"And that is why we have lawmen," you conclude firmly, even as Ser Gerold opens his mouth, you suspect to make the same point. "Your task was to quell unrest and handle the worst of the troubles, not trade in your red cloaks for grey. You have done all that I had hoped."
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"And served as proof of concept for the table," Lya added. "Do you think it would be useful for the lawmen to have such tools too eventually?"
One of the more junior officers, present only through the magic of the table as a translucent figment, looks down at the literally gem-encrusted table. "That's going to talk a while, I would wager..."
Maybe not as long as you assume, you think. Friend and foe alike had been surprised before at how quickly things could change.
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OOC: And here we are, second part for the day. I'm sorry I could not manage three, but hopefully my internet connection will be more cooperative tomorrow. Not yet edited.