Counsel Softly Spoken
Eighth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
It is far from easy to persuade Archmaester Ryam to speak of his opinions of his fellows, for he is clearly opposed to revealing the inner workings of the Citadel to an outsider and one who has chosen to bypass the Seneschal's Court besides. Thus you decide to take a more circuitous route, explaining that you are a merchant looking to expand your assets into the Sunset Sea after having made your fortune from the opening of the straits between Essos and Westeros. You make no attempt to hide the fact that your interests are rooted in the success of the Kingdom of the Stepstones, thus neatly explaining both your interest in magic and knowledge of the Deep Ones. Though he has little actual knowledge of the defense of Oldtown, that does provide a convenient segue to speak of otherworldly powers and realms more open to commerce and the exchange of ideas.
Wine, prudently cut with water of course, fills the cups as the discussion grows ever deeper as you speak of the true worth of coin and the dangers as well of the potential of new trade. Marks are passed across the table, weighed in the hand, and studied as you subtly hint at the implications of the failing worth of gold for Westeros and of course for House Lannister. There is no glint of satisfaction in the Maester's eye, however, only concern for what is to come—the plummeting price of grain, the loss of confidence in the coin of the realm, and the high lords looking for a chance to settle old scores by the sword. You get the distinct sense that Archmaester Ryam disproves of many lords, perhaps even most of them, his sympathies being more with the smallfolk whose crops are trampled and blood spilled upon the altar of war.
"I fear the traders who will follow the Dragon's conquering armies will in some places do even more harm than the war itself does," the Archmaester sighs. "Dorne will be the great winner of course, economically and politically speaking, with a sure path of trade untroubled by wind and wave spanning the straits to Sorcerer's Deep and Tyrosh beyond. If Prince Doran is canny he will make his land most welcoming to former slaves seeking to travel from the lands of their birth. The fortunes of the Dornish have rarely been seen with kindly eyes, and all the brighter will the fires of resentment burn in places that will languish from the loss of trade and prominence. What is Lannisport without the gold of Casterly Rock to serve as the foundation of its wealth?"
"You believe that a second conquest is inevitable?" you prompt cautiously.
"Certainly," he snorts. "It does not take three iron links to the chain to guess how a war must go when one side has dragons and sorcery such as have not been seen since before the Doom and the other has quarreling lords, struggling as much against each other as any foreign threat, and an unquiet people only made more so by monsters, and..." he cuts himself off.
The words come faster now, as though they had been slowly boiling inside for months, perhaps even years. "The real question is how much blood will be spilled at the feet of the Dragon's ambition and who will be left counting the cost? It is my greatest fear, Master Waters, that he will try to do too much too soon as is often the sin of youth—new laws, new ways of doing things, new
gods, and that the travails of change will break the Seven Kingdoms, set alight the flames of a war. Mark my words, this would be a war far more dreadful than any Robert Baratheon First of His Name could conceive. A war of princes can be settled at a Great Council, but one of the people or, Father-Above preserve us, a war of
faith can only end in butchery until the very soul is weary."
"I take it you do not believe that war against the restoration of House Targaryen is worth fighting?" you ask again, feeling ever more optimistic of your chances of swaying him.
"I am a Maester. I do not fight wars, though our order might advise lords in the task," he replies at once. "Were I called by some strange happenstance to advise Robert Baratheon on the matter of the impending war I would advise surrender and taking the Black. I have heard Viserys Targaryen has some affinity to the institution." The maester pauses, a shadow of deep concern passing over his face. "I only hope he is as considerate to other ancient institutions of the realm..."
"What do others of your order believe he will do?" you ask softly. "What counsel would they give?"
"Some are hopeful, particularly among the younger Maesters, expecting great patronage, an infusion of lore not seen since our founding. Others let fear alone guide them, perhaps too far..." He shakes his head. "It would do your business little good to have me dwell upon names and faces, Master Waters. For your purposes expect the Seneschal to be cold or even troublesome if your links to the east are too obvious."
What do you do?
[] Try to probe further into the politics of the Citadel
-[] Write in how
[] Ask about the Conclave
-[] Write in how
[] Write in
OOC: Even with Viserys' social skills you only got 2 successes on the last diplomacy check since Archmaester Ryam has a very firm opinion against divulging the inner workings of his order. On the plus side he does not suspect 'Corlys' of being anything other than what he seems.