Strange Fires
Twenty Eighth Day of the First Month 294 AC
"I can send my own agents to the task," you reply after a moment's thought. It would not be easy to shake free enough trusted agents, especially given the troubles in Sallosh, but you are nothing but sincere when you add. "Given what you have told me of the priests of Qohor and that which they worship, Excellence, I would name their doings the concern of all forethoughtful souls."
The erstwhile lord of the Mysterium nods gravely. If he is surprised at the offer he does not show it. "I welcome the aid of your own agents Your Grace." It has been a long time since the Westerosi courtesy sat awkwardly upon his tongue.
As he bows preparing to withdraw, you raise a hand to forestall him a moment more. "Justice Malarys is organizing a small dinner tonight to which I am certain he would welcome your presence."
He looks at you in askance, but only for a moment as you go on to delicately explain the happenings in Gogossos and Lady Caleris' part in them, the implication clear. The dinner tonight is to keep the lady from brooding over fears or regrets. Though Zherys Naethyreon might not be possessed of any great wellspring of sympathy, he understands the horror his fellow dragon lord went through. He will be there, of that you are certain.
There is one other lord in Sorcerer's Deep who could not be more different from the Archon of Volantis, devout where the other would wield gods as tools at worst and treat them as allies at best, a man of steel not sorcery, but in one thing Andrew Dayne is alike to the mage lord of the east. At your last meeting, he too had not hesitated in naming you a king. Hopefully that will be enough to make an ally of him. Hopefully what he has learned of magic and other gods here in the Stepstones has quieted his doubts about your plans for Dorne and all the Seven kingdoms.
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You meet in the Great Sept, not by chance but by design. This is where he had chosen to have this meeting, not in the great nave where even now the morning service celebrates the Madden who with rosy fingers brings the dawn. Rather, you find him in an annex of the scriptorium, surrounded by the scent of wax and vellum and ink. At his side is an elderly septon with steel grey hair and a weather beaten face that might almost recall a begging brother if it were not for the his rigid posture and the look of instinctive appraisal in his eye. You suspect Septon Erek has spent more time following armies than seeing to the needy.
As you drop your glamor,Ser Andrew greets you with a bow and a faint grimace. "Applogies for pressing you to subterfuge in your own home, Your Grace. I thought this would be a better place to discuss matters of faith than some wine-sodden tavern."
"And you did not wish to risk accepting my hospitality lest you be recognized and news should perhaps reach King's Landing," you finish. You certainly could have provided the Dornish Lord with a glamor, but given that he apparently thinks it is an imposition for you to wear one, you doubt he would have taken to the offer in good cheer. "Have you considered my words last month then?"
"I have and I have walked the streets of your fair city speaking to priests and healers, smiths and sorcerers," the Lord pauses as though uncertain how much more to say or perhaps how to say it.
"No need to polish every word my lord, I know you have concerns and I would rather hear them now and all at once than play courtly games. I confess I am a touch still weary of those from this mostil." The words are mostly a lie. Court has been quite expedient and efficient this morning, but the jest lands just the same.
"Most of what I have seen I have found goodly, if perhaps misguided for some of the priests who choose to bow to strange and otherworldly powers rather that the gods of men." From the expression, he had likely met Yss.
Well you are certainly not going to contest that the World Serpent is strange and otherworldly. "But," he continues, "some of what I have seen in the Temple of the Lord of Light, whom you gave as an example of an eastern god when last we spoke..."
You muster your arguments for the need for some to be sacrificed so that their souls are placed beyond the reach of dark patrons and that their deaths may serve some purpose to atone for the horrors they had performed in life.
"The temple serves as a brothel that sees to the basest needs of the flesh outside of the vows of marriage under the power of any god and that they call holy."
That is what troubles him? You knew of course that the local temple of R'hllor had taken to that side of its business this time with free courtesans being paid for their services, everything certified under the same rules as any other brothel. It simply had not occurred to you that you would find objections to that of all things in this meeting. From the tone it is less the existence of such establishments and more the fact that they function under the aegis of a god.
"I have heard also, Your Grace, that the rites of Drunken God of Tyrosh may also be practiced in your realm also," the septon interjected. "Are such men and such powers who profit from the basest impulses of man trully fit to wield so perilous a weapon as sorcery?"
What do you reply?
[] Point out that there are rules governing the work of courtesans just as much as any profession in Sorcerer's Deep and your whole realm, For the benefit of all involved. So long as they are respected what does it matter if those who profit are sorcerers priests or gods?
[] To go against the rites of any religion so long as it does not being harm to others or to the realm would be and egregious act on the part of the crown on matter what the rites in question are
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OOC: Yes, the sacred prostitutes now get paid a wage instead of being slaves, so it's actually a pretty good choice for those inclined to enter that line of work. The Red Faith is a large and generally trusted institution.