Of Madness and Mummery
Tenth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Rather than brush past the odd greeting as you suspect many others would have done, your gaze sharpens as it falls upon the old woman. Though there are no signs of sorcery upon her, you still wonder about her words. Foresight can be mistaken for madness all to easily. "What numbers are wrong, and how do they change?"
For along moment it seem as as though the old woman cannot answer you, indeed that she cannot, lost in whatever dark dream holds her mind enthralled. However, just as you are about to pass her she does speak: "Seven pieces lost and found, seven keys to open the way, seven swords gleaming by night, now the eighth unbidden comes." She looks at you with genuine fear, and with that fear comes a spark of lucidity gone as quickly as it had come.
There were only six names on the list of guests, so for you to be the eighth then there would have to be a seventh, perhaps the host, whoever that may be.
"Come on now, my lady," the servant behind the old woman interrupts your musings. "You have seen to the door as is proper, but now you have to return to your room to keep up your strength."
Is this the lady of House Bartaris? you wonder abruptly. An insane ruler of the fief certainly does not match the well-treated slaves. If anything that would encourage more thoughtless cruelty from the staff as they would not be damaging their property in acting so.
It makes no sense.
Something of your frustration must have been visible in tone or manner, for Mereth counsels in your thoughts:
"Perhaps you might be well served in mending her wits that she might give an answer that flies a straight path, my lord."
"Perhaps, but now is not the time to show my hand yet," you answer in like manner. Instead you follow a second footman out of the entrance hall and into pleasantly-furnished antechamber, heady with the scent of strange flowers set among the low tables and discrete divans. Here you are bid to meet 'your fellow heirs' even though you introduced yourself as nothing of the sort. Perhaps the servant is confused, or merely uncertain what dignity to grant you. 'Inconvenient guest' would be rather impolitic, after all.
Regardless, your gaze turns to the other two men in the chamber. One is a florid-faced priest you recognize as High Priest Gorthor both from the insignias of his rank and Shara's unflattering but surprisingly accurate description. The second supposed heir present is a tall man whose features are hidden behind a golden half-mask save for his dark watchful eyes.
Alas you do not have long to ponder the appearance of those with you, for the priest of Trios promptly lives up or more precisely down to his reputation by setting his eyes on Mereth and Leto "What a surprise to see such lovely young women in this dreary place. Have you the tongue of these lands?"
Leto looks like she is about to separate his head from his shoulders while Mereth almost seems amused. Catching your eye she silently jests:
"I would rather be a cat again."
On one hand you suspect the lecherous prelate would be easy to interrogate and manipulate if you play into his vices. However, even Mereth's good cheer is likely to fray quickly in his company.
What do you do?
[] Ask the Furies to speak to Gorthor while you address the masked man
-[] Write in
[] Deflect the priest's attention
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: And we are finally off. I'm glad I could begin the action proper today rather than having you guys wait longer.