In Murky Waters
Fifth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
Someone who has been observing servants of Tiamat for so long is unlikely to take mysterious interruptions well, you reason as you quietly slip back into the shadows to better find all the pieces before endeavoring to move them.
With the services ended in many of the city's septs the roads are now more crowded than in the morning, oxcarts and donkey trains vying for space with the crowds of pilgrims walking with heads bowed behind their septons and septas, occasionally uttering prayers aloud at the sight of some sept or other holy place. As you watch them you realize that you still know little of the Faith's theology, in truth you know more of of R'hllor the Red, not an unreasonable thing given that most of your subjects yet look to him, but in time that will change. More urgently, to navigate the waters of the conclave and ensure they do not turn against you, you really aught to read the Seven-Pointed Star with more than the eyes of a bored child memorizing verses.
The thought comes to you just as you come within sight of the black arches of the Starry Sept as they show themselves over the horizon again, like the folded wings of some great roosting bird. The
Scriptorum there aught to have all the texts you could ever need in the finest illuminated styles. The latter not strictly necessary but it is a small enough indulgence of your instincts and Lya would probably enjoy it. Beyond her fascination with magic her first love has always been for knowledge, for new ways of looking at the world revealing aspects before unseen and she has been showing an even more pronounced interest in all things Westerosi since your engagement. Having thus convinced yourself that it would not truly be a waste of coin or time to buy the finest manuscripts you move on, under the heavy stone arches of a bridge that had once spanned water but now watches only the flow of humankind below.
You look up the attic window behind which your companions wait and in a moment you are there.
"It's Deep Ones..." Not the words you had hoped to hear from Lya upon your arrival, but you suppose there are worse news to receive. Not many granted.
"What kind and what are their plans?" you ask urgently.
"It was considerably harder to read since I think their
guiding intelligence is dictating their plans to a degree and it is warded, but I was able to wring out a few answers. For one Lord Shermer is long dead,
something is puppeting his corpse, even as it enthralled most of the household with magic. I think Lady Elyn is being left free intentionally that she might serve some purpose..."
"Are they moving against the Golden Company?" you wonder aloud.
They are too close for this to be a coincidence. You certainly do not have any objections to your enemies fighting each other for once and if you could manipulate the Essoi mages to deal with the Deep Ones for you it would get around the issue of openly breaking your truce.
"The Lantern Bearers have no pledge to stay their hand and this is
their city," Waymar interjects. "Why not let them handle it?"
"Because we don't know bad it is," Vee replies grimly. "We might just be sending them into the lizard-lion's mouth. There's at least one thing in there that can steal a man's mind and who knows what else coming up from the sewers..."
"The sewers?" you prompt.
"Yes," Leto replies grimacing as an almost imperceptible shiver of disgust shifts her feathers. "Oldtown's sewers go directly under the Shermer mansion, I verified the direction, though I did not go far down that branch of the tunnel. The network obviously opens into either the river or the sea giving Farspawn infiltrators an ideal path of entry. It might be worth taking the same route if we assault the mansion as we would be more likely to strike at any nests before they can react in a way that might alarm the populace and give away out involvement."
You nod thoughtfully: "Did anything else happen while I was gone?"
"We saw three agents leave the Lormar's house," Lya concludes her report. "They were warded, but only bare bones, about what an Inquisition investigator could expect to have on a challenging assignment." She pauses. "That is still strange to say... I remember when we would have seen even that much protection as a godsend."
"Not a literal one though or we would have been asking for the catch," you jest, the moment of levity lightening the room somewhat. Even Leto smiles faintly, almost uncertainly.
What do you do next?
[] Scry and capture the Golden Company agents for interrogation
-[] Write in
[] Try to scout out the Shermer house more to get a better idea if what sort of opponents you face
-[] Write in
[] Contact the Lantern Bearers
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Really short, but there there's no getting around this decision point.