A Troublesome Offer
Fourth Day of the First Month 293 AC
It is not without a twinge of hesitation that you translate the djinn's words into Common for Waymar to understand... yet it is only that. The young Royce has come a long way indeed from the uncertain boy you met in Braavos years ago. For his part he seems surprised and appreciative in equal measure.
He bows to the Lady of the Winds as one would to a noblewoman of high rank, and once Dany had gifted him with the power to know and speak the tongues of mortals and immortals both he declares, "I had the honor to end the creature's foul existence and am all the more pleased for it to know that I undid the black sorceries that bound you, my lady."
"And who are y..." the djinn breaks off, blushing even deeper than before. "Forgive me, all who have guarded me unknowingly, for failing to introduce myself," she says. "I am Embra of House Rebys, Daughter born in Silver Confluence to Hajar Vizier of the Whispering Shades and Pact-Brother to Zafer, Steward of the Winds and Overlord of Armun Kelisk."
The words mean little to you save for the last two which wake an ancient memory...
Armun Kelisk, Skyhold of the Djinn and crown of their empire. Before you stands the daughter of the... foster bother and from his title perhaps spymaster of the lord of all Djinn. All at once vistas of great rewards open before you, even as pits of perils undreamt yawn before your feet.
"And I am Waymar of House Royce, my lady, an ancient and honorable line, though," he gives a slightly awkward smile. "Less of the former, perhaps, by the measure of undying spirits."
The girl, for her mannerisms certainly show her youth, seems pleased by the introduction. She lapses into thoughtful silence for a moment, beginning to float gently off the ground like a leaf upon a summer breeze. Finally she then nods firmly to herself. "And what is your desire, Waymar of House Royce? Be not hesitant to dream grandly for the power of my kindred is grand and this wish I offer freely for returning me from the brink of black oblivion."
A shocked silence descends upon the hall then, the implications of her offer sending a chill down your spine.
"My lady, your father..." Alyneah begins, speaking quickly as though to stop one from rash action.
"My father is not here, Spear of the Opal Throne," the girl interrupts her. "Father was also not dying... confined to cold stone in the hope that a curse-breaker of your folk could unravel the Nameless One's power over me." She shudders delicately at the memory. "That was me, and yet here I fly." So saying the young Djinn loops about the cavern as a demonstration, or perhaps simply because she
can. "My foe is dead by this mortal's hand, or do you deny it?"
"No." The single syllable is spoken grudgingly. It is clear as day she would very much wish to offer some qualification or tempering, but she can think of none.
"And so what
greater service could a mortal do me that they be worthy of being granted their heart's desire?" she asks defiantly. "Is my life to have no worth beyond what
others place upon it?"
Through this all Waymar had been looking on in bemusement, nary a trace of greed for his reward. You suspect the very notion of being granted so grand of reward as a wish had never even crossed his mind. On the other hand he would never be so discourteous as to deny a lady's gift... even if as you suspect it would undo some deal of the genie-kin long in the making.
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OOC: Viserys' knowledge roll came out terrible, but it was at least enough to recognize the name of the city and from there infer the rest.
