What Shines True
Thirty-Sixth Day of Ikomi-eza (Ikomi Ascendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
The light of hundreds of candles fills the great hall, extravagant in its radiance. Amid the rustling fine linens, the clink of gold and silver, you see the great and good of Orinilu... or at the very least the good. Never too far from Esha's side, and not just for the sake of gallantry, you get the chance to hear the gossip that has drawn so many to this hall. A failing House, a fortune all but spent and creditors like wolves in winter circling, and then out of the west and north you came bearing one of the most precious of treasures to a war-torn land.
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I heard it was taken from the Tin League, did you see the longships in harbor?" one rotund man was expounding to his, evidently, much younger wife. "It was that pot-banger Ukuju Wurako, mark my words. He was the one who took the strangers into the League..."
"Over a sort of ship never before seen in these waters?" The words are sweetly spoken and to all ears that hear it a question, yet still the sting of them is so great you wince in sympathy. Antonio by contrast does little to hide his mirth... though perhaps with a purpose. He is standing a little away from the man by one of the mead barrels that had been wheeled in and then used as a make-shift table in honor of Yonla, Lord of the Drink. The fellow he is conversing with seems to rather dislike the well-fed lord.
Toki, you think the fellow's name is, Toki Ahoni and this House has a fortune in marble and granite which they had then invested in trade. Landholders, but not ones who derive most of their wealth from the land then. It does give them a solid foundation... You smile a little to yourself and share the turn of phrase with Esha who nods and adds that she thinks he might be someone to look to if you mean to build a compound in the city, probably in Farshore. "He is easily flattered if nothing else," she adds.
"You think that is why he wed her?" you ask amused, but much to your surprise she shakes her head.
"It is Elini who was the heir to the old lord and she holds the command of the House ever since, but it is the law of the city that no woman who had not wed, that is married or a widow, may hold power."
"Then why..." you are not sure how to put it in any genteel manner, thankfully you do not have to struggle long.
She answers not in whispers, but in the mind:
"He is of the old blood of the Great Lands and not among the lesser kindreds either, his great uncle was a sorcerer of great and skillful art it is said. Of course no one wants to admit they seek something so perilous as to breed mages into their line, that reeks of the old order, but as ever bonds of blood are counted the strongest."
Then aloud she answers for the ears of those who might be trying to overhear and know the Anwari tongue. "Toki's kin are silver smiths I heard, and they had the wealth to hand out great loans..." But your mind has already flown far off, back to the candles in fact.
Only now does it occur to you why the scene had an odd air from the start, over the long weeks of the last journey you had grown used to the steady light of mage lanterns, never more than a whisper away for Inge and oft used. Perhaps it is in more than tin that you have shown yourself rich, coming into this hall garbed in magic as much as in steel. You do your best not to reach for the sword that is not even there, for this is a civilized home and not the mead halls of the Sunset Islands, but the space betwixt your shoulders itches as though someone had aimed an arrow there.
Yet for all that there is nothing but well wishes and curiosity about you and your company at the feast. Sometimes there might even be said to be a little too much of it. "Ho! Lord of steel, well met, well met indeed!" A cheerful voice calls out from behind you. You are greeted with the sight of a man of middling years, hair once straw gold, relatively uncommon in these lands, turning to silver. He introduces himself as 'Bargai, blower of flutes and banger of cymbals', which draws a few more laughs than is met for a minstrel and he asks for a story 'if you would care to speak it'.
It seems your men had been spreading more than newly earned silver in the city, also talk of dragons and their slaying. That tale you tell as you had done before the king in Lirman and then the tale of the otter-kin you leave to them, for many in the city are fascinated by your diminutive but dignified friends.
They had chosen to eschew clothes but not jewelry in the fashion of Orinilu, simply borrowing it from that which Antonio had bought in addition to gold Icari. A torc made for a man might be a belt of silver and a ring might instead a fine bracelet make. Yet when their tale too is done the eyes of the room are again upon you... and upon Esha beside you.
Bragai, still cheerful as ever, asks how the two of you had come to cross paths.
What do you reply?
[] Politely decline to recount that tale
[] Try to tell an edited tale
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OOC: Puns had a lot more of a good reputation before the modern age, hence why Roland is not wincing but sharing his little mental treasure.