Of Duty Rewarded
Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
The Stormlands stand divided. You could hardly have expected any different with a newly appointed lord, seated under a cloud of suspicion and the Usurper still holding the hearts of many Stormlords. Thankfully, not all the news makes such grim hearing. For one the Deep Ones seem to be mostly avoiding the shores of the Stormlands, either remembering it for the bastion of their old foe, or more likely simply deciding to hunt in easier waters after Ser Davos had re-purposed and expanded the line of coastal watchtowers and lookout posts throughout many of the lesser known anchorages and shorelines. Most took this to be merely a attempt to halt smuggling, hence why the rumor had not been spoken of enough to peek your attention, but Stannis explains that he was most concerned with darker things than mere smugglers coming ashore. "I'll not complain for having fewer thieves and criminals on the sea though," he finishes darkly.
How the Usurper could possibly have missed when his bother was discontent about something you will never know. He is not exactly subtle about it. "I realize having so many former pirates in my fleet is troubling my lord. I shall not waste my breath trying to excuse their crimes, but only add that they were likely no worse in any moral sense than those committed by countless magisters who still make up much of the functionaries of the Three Daughters even now. The best that I can do is ensure that pirate and slaver both keep to the law once it is enacted, punishing those who stray."
"Cold comfort for those who have already suffered at the hands of either," he replies, though without any heat to it
"The best comfort is in giving them a better life to live," Dany interjects. "A hanging however deserved would neither put food in hungry bellies, nor keep one warm in winter. Those that had turned to the darkest dealings have been dealt with and those too greedy and too foolish to let go of old habits will soon follow them regardless."
It is clear Stannis is not entirely content with the answer, but you suspect it's one he can live with. He goes on to explain that other than the devils, of which neither hide nor hair was found of after the plot at Stonehelm, the Stormlands have seen little of conjurers and madmen. "
Petty conjurers soon caught besides the crimes near Evenfall Hall. The septon had gone mad and was sacrificing people on the altar of the Father at midnight before some Tarth armsmen, with lord Selwyn's daughter at the head, put him to the sword when he refused to surrender..."
"Do you have an accounting of what this septon had been snared by?" you ask, satisfied with the work of the Chosen, but frustrated that you had not heard about this sooner.
Mayhap it had been just mortal madness or some minor fiend slipping though....
"The letter from Lord Selwyn claimed the Septon called his gathering the Cult of the Starry Wisdom, that he worshiped some strange conjunction of the stars at midnight," Cressen explained.
...or not. You do not even try to keep back a sigh.
"Another one, Your Grace?" the Lord of Storm's End asks. Most would have caught only annoyance in the tone, but four years in the company of Ser Richard had accustomed you enough to Stormlander gallows humor that you can hear a shadow of it too behind the words.
"I am afraid so, my lord. I thought I could spare an accounting of horrors that dwell east of Asshai for another time. Alas, it appears I was wrong in that." Thus you go on to give an accounting of what you had learned or guessed of the Bloodstone Emperor, though leaving out much of the manner by which you had done so.
Fortunately, that is the worst surprise you encounter in regards to otherworldly threats. The fey of the Stormlands are rather more inclined to linger under the eves of ancient forests than trouble mortal men, and the ancient dead have kept to their barrows and crypts, leaving only the trouble that men make for themselves. There have been plenty of accounts of enchanters and poisoners, thieves making use of glamors to steal, and sorcerers turned to brigandage intimidating villages into paying them tribute before the local lord could deal with them. And dealt with they had all been, thankfully without much Westerlander help.
Even those Stormlords likely to side with the Iron Throne held no great love of the queen's kin. Many of them preferred to either keep any sorcerers they found for their own counsel or send them off to Storm's End when they were not simply driven off the lands. No one was minded to make Tywin Lannister any stronger than he already is. On the one hand that makes a pleasant hearing, but you suspect that same insularity will work against you after the conquest.
Still no sense borrowing trouble before time...
"With regards to counsel in matters of sorcery and the lore of the Spheres, there is one more kind of aid I could send you my lord, if you would accept it?" you note instead. "A phoenix, a kindly spirit of fire. Unlike a scholarum trained mage a phoenix could be counted a blessing of the Red God."
"And would it be?" The tone of the question could not have made the answer he is hoping for clearer.
"No, not all that is fire is R'hllor, if nothing else dragons alone are proof of that," Dany explains. "More importantly a phoenix was our first teacher in the arcane and even now such spirits aid in the care of orphans in Sorcerer's Deep. They are excellent teachers and very good with children."
Stannis nods, then somewhat to your surprise he calls for a servant to bring Shireen into the study. "If this is to be one of her teachers she should be given a chance to talk to it before I make my decision," he explains sounding a touch defensive.
"Of course my lord, that is only reasonable," your mother gives him an honest smile.
The girl walks into the room a few moments later, in the company of her mother whom Stannis had not called for and you suspect is not altogether happy to see. He does not say anything on the matter, however, merely recounting what a phoenix is to Shireen.
"I'd like to meet a fire bird, thank you," the girl says, struggling to form every word clearly as she looks at you. The tone is so alike to Dany at that age that you suspect your own smile in response is tinged with melancholy.
As you had expected, Shireen gets along wonderfully with Firth, the phoenix who volunteers for the task. Wide-eyed wonder quickly gives way to a torrent of questions about everything and anything. When her father sternly notes that lessons had not begin
yet, she falls silent, though from the slightly distracted expression of the fire spirit you suspect the questions have continued unabated.
Meanwhile, Selyse Baratheon looks between you and the phoenix with bemusement, as though both of you were pieces of some mental puzzle that does not quite fit. Not relishing the prospect of a theological discussion on the Red God, or worse yet Azor Ahai, you quickly present Stannis with a calligraphy wyrm, explaining its the skills and quirks of the small golden servitors.
"So you will not take pay because work is itself enjoyable to you?" he asks your assistant. "Do you enjoy the company of others like yourself?"
"Yes, we work very well in groups my lord?" the small tinkling voice replies confused.
"Then I will pay you as my assistant and the pay shall be placed towards making another to aid a clerk of your choosing, with permission from both myself and the king of course," the lord of Storm's End replies.
At that Dany gives Stannis a brilliant smile which leaves him unsure of just how to respond.
What do you do next?
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OOC: Don't worry about who the new calligraphy wyrm might be assigned to in the future, assume it's someone safe, but generally bellow the level of abstraction the quest works on. This was just meant as another way to showcase Snannis' character. He believes that duty is to be rewarded and it is the job of a lord to find a way to do so.