Uncertain Paths
Twenty Fourth Day of the First Month 294 AC
You play the part of Monford Velaryon growing increasingly snappish and paranoid, skipping meals and ordering maids not to prepare his clothes. Once the servants had grown troubled and suspicious of this change in their lord, you reveal the poisoning to an armsman just unreliable enough for the tale to spread and later that evening let it be overheard that the Lord of the Tides is trying to figure out a way to protect himself against it by contacts from the East. In High Tide, 'the east' might as well mean 'the Dragon King'. No one with eyes to see the Silver Serpent ships in the harbor could fail to make the connection.
Thus, under cover of night, 'Monford' together with his 'wife' and 'son', leave the keep hidden woolen cloaks, presumably to perform some manner of exchange or trickery and move out of the assassin's reach, but still able to keep up the facade that they are in command of the Keep remotely.
Alas, no figures materialize from the darkened woods, no poisoned darts fly through the air as you ride across the stony paths of Driftmark until dawn's light creeps over the horizon. Your foe proves too wise to take the bait.
"They know we can translocate," Dany says when you are all back in Monford's solar alongside the lord himself and Valaena who had not left his side throughout. "A locked door would have served our purposes of allowing the exchange assuming we had planned ahead for something like this, and it looks like whoever's after you, my lord, is assuming competence on all our parts."
"I cannot say I am flattered," Lord Velaryon says dryly. "I would rather be underestimated by living foes and admired for my cleverness only by the dead ones."
Valaena giggles, looking perhaps a little surprised at herself for having laughed at one of her father's jokes. "So what do we do now?"
"I can stay," Dany offers. "Viserys and Ser Richard have to go to a meeting soon, but I'll be here at least until the turn of the month, keeping watch..."
Keeping watch over the Faceless as much as the assassin they are here to catch, her tone makes clear. "So what role should I play? Spit turner in the kitchens? A servant's child?"
"Your Highness I couldn't ask you..." Now Monford sounds horrified at the prospect, but Dany interjects.
"It has to be something out of the way so I'm not obvious to simple observation and I would
prefer a child, it's a lot more comfortable to keep the guise for days."
"She does have a point my lord," you point out before she could raise any further objection. "Also, I can attest from personal experience on the road to Mantarys that she is not squeamish about scrubbing pans if to comes to it."
"Well, for
some reason no one wanted to let me try cooking...." your sister sniffs dramatically, likely at the memory of the time she had tried to help Tyene and ended up with stew so over-seasoned you practically needed a dragon's stomach to keep it down.
"I want to stay too and not just for the month, as long as it takes," Valaena's words whisper in your ear on
spell-wrought wind. For a moment you wonder why she did not say so aloud, then she adds, "I could not stand it to be off in Sorcerer's Deep or off on some far off journey and to hear father or mother had been killed when I could have stayed to help protect them."
What do you reply?
[] Accept Valaena may stay, potentially into next month if the assassin is not caught before then
[] Refuse, she and Dawnfyre can do more good elsewhere
OOC: No confrontation unfortunately so here's a short closing update before we head off the Heaven's Shore. Not yet edited.