Upon Deeper Currents
Fourteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Hermetia did not like Guildmaster Sergun, but she did understand him, and both for much the same reason. Finely scaled skin and swirling tentacles aside, he could have been an old Tiger talking about restoring the glory of Volantis that never was. The hard part with that sort was telling sincere ambition from smooth-talking mummery for others to throw gold at like passers by into a street storyteller's hat. As she sipped her own ten year old Myrish strongwine and considered the cecaelia opposite to her, she found that she still could not tell which was which.
Glamor shrouded her and arcane insight whispered in her ear, but she was not the only one availing herself of those tools, as each in turn reflected in the mirror of sorcery borrowed and true the face they thought the other would like to see. "Allow me to clear the air in the matter of your nephew. There was no malicious intent towards him, his guild, or the Purples as a whole." Perhaps it was an edge of frustration at such games that caused her to err on the side of plain speaking, but it seemed to be working as intended. "Only a fool would discard an existing ally chasing the favor of a weaker rival."
"The Blues hold more seats than us," the Guildmaster noted, tentacles coiling slowing through the pool she was 'seated' in
"They have worse positioning," the ambassador sniffed. "Or do you imagine a Blue-Gold coalition appearing? What was it they called it last time such a thing was birthed, the 'monstrous coalition', I think?"
"For fear of the possible consequences of our alliance with the Greens, and not to put too fine a point on it, the Fleet, or so they claimed at least. My predecessor was inclined to fiery rhetoric." The word did not have quite the same connotation in aquan as it did in Valyrian or any of the other tongues Hermeia spoke. It carried shades of 'foolish' and 'headstrong'. "But it would never have come to anything, not while the Star Admiral is in command. He would sooner see the whole fleet lost to the Dark Waters than see it turned against the city."
Hermetia stifled a sharp in-drawn breath with the skill of long practice. That was a touch too close close to the mark on the, admittedly vague, ultimate intentions of their approach to the Greens over the last few days. Aubert would not have breathed a word about it. Warrior from the Sunset Land or no, she trusted the man's discretion implicitly and the skills of his long life also. Perhaps it was simply reflexive suspicion of any move made by a dragon or a dragon's agents?
Outwardly, she gave the matter no more than a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to what she expected to be the principal matter of the meeting. "The scandal seems suspiciously ill-timed to sow distrust between us just as the Sea Guard comes closer to unraveling who is bankrolling the rabble that has been protesting my king for a tyrant. I suspect we share a foe and would perhaps be well served in putting our resources together in revealing who that might be, and seeing that they are dealt with to the full extent of the law."
"Fair words," Sergun replied, tilting his head slightly to the side as though trying to physically see her from a different angle. "Yet I must ask hypothetically, what would you do if you find blue threads in this tangle?"
"Report it, with due nuance of course. Better to have such animosities in the open rather than hidden behind proxies," she replied carefully. "It could hardly be that all the Blues would be involved in such a conspiracy. They are a..." Hermetia struggled to find a polite word to describe the chaos of the Blues on many issues, "
fractious lot."
"Oh indeed, my lady," the guildmaster replied with a perfectly formed smile that failed to reach his yes. "What would you say to dealing with some of the worst of them, by spreading some news of our own, that would sit better upon your lips than ours."
Blackmail then, the sorceress understood at once. Not for nothing was she a daughter of Volantis the Great, where lives could be ruined with a single whisper in the right ear, and careers made and broken in the span of a single day. "What do you have in mind,
hypothetically?"
"Lady Bhuia in the Office of Trade has expanded her institution in expectation of the Terminus, but far more on paper than in practice, and she is pocketing the salaries. We can provide you with documents. All that is needed is to pass them on to your contacts in the Sea Guard, and then come out with a statement confirming what is in there when the wave breaks."
"And in exchange you will put all your resources towards finding the source of the tritons' funds and the matter of Gerlos?" Hermetia dropped a few or the pretenses, though the decision was hardly spontaneous.
The Guildmaster nodded, his smile did not waver.
Do you take the deal?
[] Yes, pass incriminating documents about a prominent Blue leader to the Seaguard
[] No
-[] You do not need the purples
-[] You have a counter-proposal (Write in)
OOC: The reason you guys have connections in the Seaguard is because you foiled that Deep One plot with the false dragon envoy. No yet edited.