The Last Barb
Fourth Day of the Tenth Month 294 AC
"In a better world, manufactories such as these would be present across the Imperium already," you reply with a small nod to show you do not mind the question, much to the visible relief of the young interviewer. "In a world in which we would not have to act in haste or look first to where such engines of industry could be secured from enemy action, plans would perhaps even now be drawn up to acquire land in King's Landing, in Oldtown, or perhaps even in Gulltown." You pause for breath but only briefly. "This is not that world. Here, we are pressed from behind by the swords of our foes and we must look first to our shields, to security in other words, then to the presence of a skilled workforce and readily available raw materials. Rest assured that such will not always be the case and that there shall be manufactories on the western shores of the Narrow Sea, and on the shores of the Sunset Sea, and in all the places between them. All the realm shall benefit from the prosperity of this new age, of that you have my vow. "
Quills scratched furiously at parchment or, in the case of the more fortunate writers, slid on fine paper. There was going to be a lack even of that on the market seeing as the shocks rippled outward from the destruction of Evenfire Dale. It probably behooved you to speak to the Minister of Information sooner rather than later to make sure those supply chains are not too badly shaken. People may not have had paper for long in most places, but they would note their lack and count it ill tidings just the same.
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It is not, however, Minister Valens who steps into your office next that evening, but Dany, and it takes only a glance at her expression to see something is wrong, something beyond the memory of last week's tragedy. The last time you saw that expression on he her face was before that fateful day on the road to Mantarys, gnawing at a problem with no clear solution.
Before you can open your mouth to ask, she explains, "Tobho Mott's soul is in Nessus and no he was not supposed to end up there by the weighing of his soul. Something or someone intercepted him. I was able to get that much from Zathir, to whom he gave praise in recent years as a god of craft."
"Someone trapped his soul during the attack and sold him to Baator?" you ask, shock and dismay catching up to the realization. You had not known the Qohorick smith well, but Gendry would be devastated to learn it.
"Probably," Dany sighed.
"I do not suppose we are lucky enough for his soul to have ended up in the keeping of some minor devil?" you ask without much hope. Mott had been skilled in working both Dragon Steel and your own Imperial Steel, a skilled and shrewd ritualist before magic had even returned to the world.
"My sight fades into a fog of uncertainty," your sister explains. "His soul is almost assuredly being kept prisoner by the Lord of the Ninth."
"Fuck," you curse and slide back into your seat. "You did not tell Gendry any if this, did you?"
She gives you a faintly exasperated look. "What, that his father figure is a prisoner in the depths of Hell?" Her expression softens back into the frustration she had shown. "No, what good would it do? He has been through enough without swearing himself to returning him or some such madness."
For a long moment there is silence, then she admits. "We probably would not think it is madness would we, if it were one of our friends, one of our Companions? We would plumb Hell itself in the hopes of returning them. But we were lucky as much as we were skilled and clever. It would break poor Gendry, or at the very least warp him, to bear that weight right now."
For all the words are bitter in the hearing as they are in the saying, you cannot disagree with her, nor can you contemplate setting off on such a journey yourself. You recall well the fears that plagued you when you came near to death in seeking the wardstones, for your legacy and your responsibilities to the realm, and that was a wager for far grander stakes than the soul of one Qohorick smith, no matter that he had been a good man and kind to a bastard boy.
Do you tell Gendry about what happened to his master's soul?
[] Yes
-[] Right now, you do not wish to keep the secret
-[] Wait until he is on his feet and more balanced mentally
[] No, it would serve nothing for him to know and only bring him pain
[] Write in
OOC: I know I backloaded that segment a lot, but that is because I am going to do something that is very rare in this quest, maybe even unprecedented. I am going to say that going harring off after Mott's soul into the depths of Hell is not in character for Viserys, given his responsibilities to his realm, to his friends and to his family. I have played enough quests to know that is going to be really tempting from the other side of the screen, but in this case it just does not work with who the character is and who Mott is to him at best a friendly acquiescence. Not yet edited.