Uncommon Treasures
Fifteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
No matter how accustomed you become to Qyburn's mannerisms, the way he smiles never fails to startle you for a moment. You have seen the unknowable whimsy of the fey, the cold calculation of the living dead, and the satisfaction of Fallen angels cold as the steel they bear in your service. Qyburn looks like he should be dangling grandchildren on his knee and telling tall tales, and as far as you can discern, it is not even a willful mask. It is simply a part of him, as the melding of flesh and metal are a part of the woman at his side.
Wisdom Elaheh was not doing anything to hide her otherworldly nature today, the clink of flesh-woven chain contrasting oddly with excitement that has her practically bouncing in her seat at the scope and potential of the project they had just completed. By contrast, the black armored 'knight' is still as death under the power of its controller, content to let others do the talking and as for your fourth visitor...
He is thin, almost gaunt, with skin as pale as finest marble. The dark amethyst eyes and hair black as pitch make him almost look like the Black Valyrians of old, those who lived in the shadow of the Dragon Lords. But this Osryx, as he introduces himself, will dwell in no shadow but that of his own making.
With a playful smirk he bows in greeting. "It is an honor to meet you, your majesty. Not many of my youth can claim to have such a chance." Playful, yes, but you have met far too many like him to miss the carefully honed edge in his voice. That smirk will be the cause of many curses, many of them the last that their speakers will utter.
"Young in flesh but old in dreaming, and tested already against the temptation of one who would make slaves of us all, I have heard," you answer gravely. "Know that I am honored at your pledge and that of your brothers and sisters. My door is open to you should you have questions or needs to be addressed."
"What needs could a dragon have, Your Grace, but a hoard that is the envy of his peers," Osryx's smile flashes brighter still. "A hoard of interesting moments most of all, for where gold and silver shine only in the light of the moment, experience shines even in the darkness of memory."
Fair words and almost fey in the telling, you have a feeling Moonsong would enjoy the company of the Myrkdreki, though perhaps those near said meeting would not enjoy the result as much.
"That is why I have a request Your Grace, for the first gem in my hoard as it were. Maester Qyburn, who had no small part in my making, wishes to travel to the unimaginatively named city of Old Town to recover some samples he left behind when the equally dull Citadel found fault with his studies."
You glance at the Maester in askance. "I realize conversing and argument are not my strongest suit, Your Grace. I am hardly so proud as to refuse a helping hand from one more skilled by far."
"What samples are these?" you ask intrigued but also a touch wary. You realize Qyburn's notion of when and where to collect samples might differ from most, and in ways the people might find upsetting.
"Samples of Far Realm beings, particularly ones gifted with their mind magics. They would help advance research in that field considerably, but I do not deny I also wish them for a more personal project."
"Of what sort?" you prompt.
"One that involves only myself and will not harm my capacity to aid in your projects, Your Grace. In fact, I expect it to greatly enhance said capacity in that regard," the former Maester replies with obvious sincerity. After a moment, he adds. "I also have no intention of meddling in places that might draw undue attention to our small company, such as the Citadel or the Hightower." Glancing apologetically at the Myrkdreki, he continues. "In truth, I fear the excursion might bore you."
"I have never seen a city of men save Sorcerer's Deep on our way here, and I am given to believe it is unlike others of its sort," Osryx replies reasonably. "I shall not be bored."
Do you allow Qyburn and his company to go to Oldtown and recover his studies, and continue with his project of enhancement?
[] Yes, he has proved sensible and skilled in your service time and again, that deserves a reward
[] No, now is not the time
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OOC: I started this thinking to introduce the Praetorian Project and ask you some stuff about implementation, and then Osryx took over the show and it flowed naturally towards Qyburn's excursions. Praetorian matters will be in the next update. Not yet edited.