Time to Ponder
Tenth Day of the Fourth Month 292 AC
"You know some of the things our "friend" back there offered could slaughter armies like lambs," Tyene tells you, no trace of the usual irreverent glint in her eye. "The shadows..."
"I would say we have to trust his restraint... but that would be a cruel jest," you reply softly as both of you walk unconsciously faster driven by an urgency that neither can do anything about. The world has changed, but amidst the tribulations, for which it seems your own powers were barely a match. It is easy to forget how helpless a common warrior, even a knight, could be against the things you would brush aside with a thought.
"You cannot hold ground with night terrors, nor garrison keeps," Tyene says at last though she sounds far indeed from reassured.
You forbear from mentioning the first thought that springs to your mind for the sake of whatever peace of mind the Dornish girl is able to keep.
The shades would make an excellent means to enforce terror and break the will of a conquered people. With some difficulty you shake off the horrific images that begin to crowd into your mind. Enough ills does the day hold without borrowing from the morrow, as the saying goes.
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You had thought to spend the afternoon walking the streets of Volantis, but your encounter with the necromancer had soured your mood and Tyene's also. Argo clearly wishes to be away from the crowds, and the noise where the Seeker is as silent and obedient as ever. To keep from being caught in the web of Volantine politics the two of you decide the warehouse you had rented is a good enough place to lie low.
"Alas we have a chaperone," Tyene mock whispers as the four of you enter the vast echoing space.
You roll your eyes, though glad to see her in better spirits. "Two chaperones," you answer dryly. "I'm certain the Seeker will protect me from your wiles."
"Fine," she mock huffs. A slightly awkward pause stretches between you and for the barest panicked instant you wonder if she might be serious. It seems as if all your vaunted eloquence has abandoned you.
"Do you want to see how how I deepen my powers? I think it is time," Tyene finally says.
"Yes, of course." Your answer may be more eager than it otherwise would have been from sheer relief. "If it does not bother you..." you add quickly. Tyene had after all been very careful to do whatever needed to be done in private so far.
"I trust you with my life... at this point it would be keeping secrets from habit," she admits as she begins taking out all manner of alchemical instruments, which you could only vaguely recognize: things of clear glass and twisted brass.
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OOC: First Beta-ed update. Enjoy.