Thief's Veil, Scholar's Mask
Twenty Eight Day of the First Month 294 AC
The offer you make is as straightforward as it is generous, enchanted talismans, armors, weapons and whatever else they might need, a payment of five thousand marks no questions asked, and land grants for any who might be interested in such things, a knight's holdings. To tell the truth, none of the people around the table tonight look like they have much interest in the responsibilities of a greater title, but they could certainly win it with greater service.
Vargo seems interested, though the Asabhadeen mage seems more amused, and you cannot read Sari's flat expression as she seems to sink deeper into her shadowy corner as the meeting wears on. For the Archamaester of the Valyrian Steel mask, you pledge a full exchange of lore and founding for any study of the Higher Mysteries within reason, and of course aid against those common foes he had mentioned earlier, making it clear that you do not mean solely the Deep Ones or the Powers of the North.
The Citadel no less than the Usurper in King's Landing could find itself the target of such an agreement, you let it be understood, and for much the same reasons. They have failed in their charge as he has failed, and to hear Marwyn tell it they too have usurped his authority.
"I must admit we had not expected quite so warm a welcome, sight unseen..." the Archmaester takes a long drink of his beer, perhaps to hide the full depth of his surprise behind the tankard, though if so it does not take him long to recover. "Though I think you've got one guess wrong." he nods towards the leather-garbed Sari. "I think you can take it off for a moment."
It, you discover, is her mind ward enchantment, a small bronze talisman, a tablet writ with the same script as Ashin's accoutrements. The sudden flaring of auras, more than a dozen in all, ranging from minor to middling to what you are reasonably sure is a minor artifact hidden somewhere about her person, is almost dazzling to your senses. It is as though you had just seen a genie noble armed for war... or one of your own Companions.
"Point taken," you reply, impressed all the more so by the fact that the four had managed to acquire such enchantments without sparking rumor and hearsay. Perhaps Merwyn's travels had taken him further away for longer than you expected. After all, you still have few eyes in the east. "Given that you do not require as many wards and weapons as many who have come into my service, a greater payment in gold is on the table, but those are in the end details. What say you, does my service suit you?"
"Would you be needing a maester, Your Grace?" Marwyn asks, his dark gaze boring into yours. The implication is obvious.
What are your plans for the Citadel?
You had been reasonably circumspect on the matter until now, beyond commiserating with his thwarted claim on the vaults beneath the Citadel. It seems, however, that the archmaester would like a clearer answer before you continue this conversation. A fair enough question given that he is both bound by the order's vows and of high standing within it, in theory at least, unlike Qyburn who had come to you a renegade.
What do you reply?
[] No, you would not be needing a maester
[] Yes... for now
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OOC: You guys might have to drop a a few IM on polishing off some minor enchantments if it comes to it, but not major investments into enchantments if Marwyn and company take the deal. Not yet edited.