Herald of Light
Twenty-First Day of the First Month 293 AC
Soonest begun soonest done, you decide. It is not as though the Singers will meaningfully change anytime soon. Therein lies part of the problem of their race in fact, you suspect. The answer you will get now is the same one you will get twenty years form now. So you lay out your plans and the reasons for it plainly and without artifice, though attempting not to seem 'hasty' either, a dichotomy which tests your skill with words rather sorely.
"Men have always envied us our years," Soft Strider says worriedly. "To take that wish and make it true that we may save ourselves lies heavily upon my mind, still more to take among ourselves ones who had never heard the song... yet." For a long moment she is quiet, setting her mind in order you suspect. "You and yours have accepted us in your company, you have made grand offerings to the gods and even this strange plan, which would not be without cost to yourself you offer freely. It would be foolish to reject it out of hand and just as much to accept without thought. I will consult with the others, and if even one of us judges that they might come to care for one of your kindred thus then the attempt should be made."
Looking into the clear golden eyes you recall a tale, no less than a
rumor of a tale you heard as a child. "They say the Marsh Kings had blood of the Singers in their veins. Is there any truth to that?"
"Perhaps," Soft Strider shrugs, even that simple gesture carrying a sort of boneless grace. "Who is to know what could be done when the world was young and the Song flowed strong over wood and stream?"
With that you part ways, the Singer to return to her kin with news and yourself to return to the business of rule, for a few hours at least. Or so at least you had expected.
***
There is an angel in your study... technically a celestial being, born of the strictures of law as much as unvarnished virtue, a creature wrought of gleaming gold and steady emerald light. It moves about with otherworldly grace making nary a sound as it moves through the chamber light as a snowflake on the wind yet filled with unerring purpose.
You imagine that for most that would have elicited a stronger emotion than surprise mixed with a touch of weariness at possible calls on your time and attention. "What news from Mantarys?" you ask the messenger of grace, though not before looking upon it with eyes that see true, just in case all is not what it seems.
"Hail, prince of men. I offer greetings and words of fellowship renewed," the bright spirit answers, its voice a pleasant chime that somehow conveyed solemnity and excitement all at once.
"Know that this is a bright day for my kindred can at least look beyond the walls of Mantarys, for they are strong and able to withstand the foes that surround us. In the Name of Yrael who speaks with the concordance of all in War and Peace, we ask for trade of things material and spiritual that the lives of all may be made better."
"What are you proposing?" you ask, settling in your seat as surprise gives way to satisfaction. You are certainly not used to being in this position when it comes to trade, though you could grow to like it.
"An exchange of students first and foremost, that some from your lands come forth and receive the illumination of the spirit, while an equal number of the those under our protection enter your halls of learning to study as befits the power calling in their blood, whether that power be of ancient wyrms, or even the touch of the Enemy, the fruits of evil might be turned to good rather than being allowed to fester into true corruption," comes the swift reply.
"Secondly we wish to trade in lore and treasures of lost ages among ourselves, that we may be warned of peril and that we are able to carry out our battles as well and as swiftly as can be done."
What do you answer?
[] Accept (set up sorcerer exchange program with Mantarys and agree to share information on potential threats)
[] Counter-offer
-[] Write in
[] Refuse
OOC: You can obviously ask the messenger for news of Mantarys if you wish, too.