A Prisoner's Wishes
Eight Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
"All who come in peace are welcome in my realm," you reply simply. Intrigues you can deal with, not happily perhaps but you will take the games of spies over open battle. Should the lines become too blurred or worse still, others caught in the crossfire, you will of course levy sanctions.
At this explanation Galzerai nods thoughtfully, even that slight motion of his great bulk enough to send eddies of briny water swirling towards you. "Expect she who guided you here to pass into the Garden seeking the bargains of an early tide."
"How long would she have refrained from visiting them without my presence here then?" you ask ruefully "Truly speaking, what gives anyone the impression that my mere leave will stop or start such conflict from crossing over into my borders, when both of you would be equally impressed with my offers and equally hold worries of the other benefiting without further involvement from yourselves? My silence only guarantees none shall benefit at all."
"You have perhaps spent too long among mortals, young one," the tone is more amused than chiding. "Without your heralding it might have taken years or even decades for many dominions and emirates to take an active hand in such trade. We have far more time to ponder such matters who do not dwell ever under the reaper's shadow."
Some small part of you bristles at the answer and ponders reminding Galzerai that dragons, for all their long years, are not truly deathless, but that is a distinction without a difference. Vanishingly rare is a wyrm nearing their twilight years that has not found some means or another to endure beyond it.
"Be that as it may, by engaging in open and honest dialogue both sides might know where they stand,"
and what they stand to lose. The last you do not say aloud but you have no doubt the elder dragon heard it just the same. The first of your tasks complete, you decide to push the thought a touch further. "If there were more open channels of speech between the various realms such deception as Islin very nearly perpetrated would be much more difficult. More broadly, Vialesk's distrust of brine dragons might be soothed by knowing more of your mind."
Galzerai scoffs, iron-hard scales scraping against his throne as he speaks. "While the City of Splendid Waves remembers its history it will distrust dragons, and so long as it possesses great wealth it will not be wrong in its vigilance."
Lya giggles at the bluntness of his answer, drawing a second look at first dismissive then mildly curious, but not enough to ask aloud whatever question passes through his mind. Instead, he tips his head to the side thoughtfully and asks: "Given your intention to gather support against the Deep Ones I wonder, will you be passing through Kelasi waters soon?"
You had intentionally avoided the subject until now, but as he was the one to bring it up you see no reason to lie or evade. "I am, yes, is there a message you would wish carried to the Emir of that realm?"
"Yes, tell him that his daughter asked for certain personal concessions in her confinement, ones I am not opposed to granting but have no intention of offering without cost. She has agreed to trade wishcraft for them. I am not certain how much her father carers about the loss of honor given his utter lack of that virtue and plans to wed her to my so far conspicuously
absent slayer." The dragon laughs, a deep rumble through stone and water at all the dead sellswords and perhaps the treasure he has been able to strip off them and add to his hoard. "Nonetheless, I think it might be something he would wish to hear."
"What personal concessions did the princess ask for?" you ask intrigued. Embra had been willing to offer a wish in exchange for saving her life, you doubt even the most lighthearted marid would trade it without very good cause.
"She has requested that I do not make that answer known to any who ask me without her express agreement," Galzerai replies with admirable resolve. Not many would have such a care for their prisoners as to keep their secrets.
What do you to?
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[] Try to negotiate further
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[] Depart
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OOC: A bit of an open ended vote, but you guys have plenty of time to discuss overnight.