On the Utility of Fire
Thirty-First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
"I had heard something about a fire a few days past. I hope you all remain safe and able to make the work just as safe for the miners." Denys Trainer read through the note again with no small amount of trepidation. It was perfectly innocuous, in fact he could well imagine the King saying just those words with a encouraging smile. Mayhap he would even look over his notes and make some off-handed remark about the magics of Valyria, snake-men or something else that was at once informative and just a touch disturbing, but the fact of the matter was that the fire had not been part of the task he has specifically been sent here to do, he had been experimenting with the crystals, their strange vitality and potential for mutation.
As Ser Gerold had been only too willing to remind him it had not gone
entirely according to plan. If things had gone worse, if the ooze had escaped, or the fire proved bright enough to mark the presence of their secret efforts here in the Riverlands... well it would have caused so much trouble it would have taken the King himself or at least the Companions to fix.
Was the question a sort of reprimand? The alchemist wondered. It was, he had realized, a lot harder to judge how far one was allowed to delve into personal interests studying magic rather than killing monsters and madmen, not that he wanted to spend most of his days playing the hero that way. There was something a lot more satisfying about building something up, leaving people richer and better off than they had been rather than just making an end of some horror like the Vulture King.
That he had manged to do here in Lychester lands. The old lord would not be happy to know that the safety of his workers would be cutting into his profit margins, but Mercy had manged to impress upon him the dangers of doing so without that protection, ones his shaitan trade partners had not been able to provide.
As the Valyrians had learned long ago the power of a ley line was not to be taken lightly and there were precious few things they counted perilous, and fewer still they would balk at experimenting with. Denys had... visited the flesh-forge in Gogossos and he did not wish to do so again for all that he may appreciate some of those born from its false wombs.
Still, it had been one of their many safety precautions that had taught him how to tame the flow of power as lime thrown onto a fire could douse the flame, for a time at least. Compared to the dangers he had avoided he hoped the King would not think too much upon his own experiments.
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"Quicksilver," he called to his calligraphy wyrm, pacing as he spoke. "Note the following down. It is with satisfaction at a job well done that I proclaim our work here in the Riverlands complete..." he trailed off. "Fuck it, I'm not Ceria. Might as well just explain the whole thing as it happened without trying to drip his beard in honey, especially since he doesn't have one."
The raven brought no condemnation however, only congratulations at having secured the miners' safety with the addition of a brief inquiry about his containment methods. "One can never have too many ways of making use of fire."
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OOC: Not entirely happy with this. I'm a bit distracted with current events and not in the best of states emotionally, but writing helps so here we are. Hopefully it's decent quality.