Duty in a Realm Divided
Twenty-Fourth Day of the First Month 293 AC
You lean forward across the table slightly to draw lord Royce's eye then sigh, as much in honest frustration as for dramatic effect. "Truth be told, I never know if I should be vexed at the disbelief to those tales or grateful that others had not to endure the depredations of such horrors. While I can't attest to what your son regaled you with, I am certain he would not resort to embellishment," You motion to the window, closed and shuttered though it may be, and to the town beyond. "Creatures of legend walk the streets among us in these days, some harmless, some even helpful, but far too many of them are nothing but debased horrors out of mankind's darkest nightmares."
Of course not every horror is beyond being helpful, you think, recalling Azema and even Amrelath, a monster out of tales for certain, but now is hardly the time to dwell on such matters. Much like an alchemist at his craft your task is to find the right admixture of truth, omission, and deception to lead Yohn Royce along the path you would prefer... to make him want to walk that path of his own will. "There are many of them and the only true difference between them are the particulars of their dark designs on mankind and what means they use to achieve them. We fought the Deep Spawn in Crackclaw Point, where they prayed on the population as if they where cattle. We unraveled the plotting of Devils in White Harbor, Ser Richard slaying a mighty champion of theirs. Right now two of my subjects are routing out another of their depraved cults in the Stormlands. Recently we traveled to the Wall, where we saw and fought the servants of the ancient enemy who are stirring under the snow and gave aid in coin and weaponry to the Night Watch."
Lord Royce looks on with fierce intensity occasionally nodding along. You wonder if Waymar realizes the game you play. He's seen you at it often enough. Then again he has no reason to complain of your lordship any more than you can find fault in his friendship. What reason would he have to meddle?
"More tales here than I have heard and some of them of grave import," the lord of Runestone rumbles. "Tis only fair then that I admit to having sent a trusted man east, to see what manner of lord you made, highness." Seeing his son's eyes widen in surprise he adds quickly. "It was not for lack of trust in your words of judgement that I acted thus. The view can be very different from a lord's right hand as opposed to down among his subjects."
A man to whom age bequeathed wisdom to match. You feel a rueful smile with not a shadow of artifice touching your lips. "I can hardly blame you for it, though I do hope your man was careful not to trip over another dozen visitors come for the same purpose, some to watch less kindly motives."
"The Wildfire yes," Bronze Yohn shakes his head. "A weapon a decent man should think twice before using even in war. That such a thing should be unleashed upon helpless townsmen is nothing less than
monstrous."
The memory of your father's final madness is as a thorn at the back of your mind.
As you struggle to keep the disquiet from your features Tyene interjects. "So I take it you do not hold with the notion that any who would dwell in the Stepstones is a murderer, thief, and brigand fit for hanging and that, 'Good King Robert gave them what they deserved'," she says the last in a high nasal voice, imitating not any single person but obviously recounting a rumor she heard recently in the Reach.
"King Robert would not order such a thing," lord Royce replies instantly, and you suspect truthfully. For all his sins the Usurper is not your father's equal in madness.
Though your hackles are raised slightly at hearing that title given to the fool in King's Landing, it
is true. However much you might wish it would not be for his ass is on the Iron Throne. Instead you approach the matter from another angle. "Perhaps he would not, but from what I've heard there is no shortage of those trying to curry favor in the nest of vipers that is his court. Could you lord Royce attest to the 'honor' of all the rats scrambling about on that ship without a captain?"
You do not let the question stand for long as it is too early to expect an answer. Instead you add: "It all comes back to what I spoke of before. We live in dangerous times, yet we stand divided. Shortsighted greed is driving far too many to hoard whatever magic they can obtain, jealously guarding every scrap of it. They abuse this might to bind others, yet waste not a single thought on using it for the benefit of all. And yet darker things some are doing in their pursuit of power and glory."
"Tywin Lannister bound his sorcerers to him with curses," Waymar offers abruptly in support. "There is nothing about those magics to keep it from binding any others, even lords, to service, slaves in unseen irons."
"He wouldn't dare!" the old lord shouts, his composure shattered in an instant. His hand goes half-way to his sword on sheer instinct.
"He dared to order the rape and murder of my aunt, princess Ellia, the death of my two cousins, both of royal blood," Tyene says in a deceptively soft voice.
For a long moment there is silence, broken only by the faint crackling of a log in the hearth. One more good push and you could have Bronze on the road to war... however it is not war you seek today. "Let us not dwell overlong on the workings of fools who, as is their nature, count themselves cleverest of all. I have faith that the crows will come home to roost there in the end. For now let us look to our protections in these troubled times."
Lord Royce nods grimly, making it clear that he will not soon forget Waymar's warning.
"What gifts we brought today are those of a merchant to a Lord, as befitting of our pretense for this meeting. There are some others in that same vein marked for each of your kin, but they are the barest token of my esteem to your House. Many times has your son freely risked his life to aid me and I intend to repay this debt at least insomuch as such friendship
can be. My aid I offer freely, should you require it, especially against those foes for whom common steel is not enough. Likewise I offer the very arms who can bring such enemies low and amulets of warding for your family, to protect mind and body."
"You have given me much to think on and seek counsel of those I trust in such delicate maters," the lord says at last emptying his goblet to the dregs. "You will have my answer in two days time in time meantime...." he looks at Waymar, the smile returning to his craggy features, though it does not quite banish the shadow of worry in his gaze. "You are all invited to the keep, and you had best hurry. It was all that I could do to keep Yssila from charging after me..."
At the mention of the girl Wamar gives you a questioning look, obviously uncomfortable with hiding the tangle she had gotten in from their father, but trusting you to take the lead.
Do you say something about Yssila?
[] Yes
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[] No
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OOC: I think this may be the first time when Waymar give you a boost in a social situation, since obviously while he may not be the most smooth talker he knows and is trusted by his father which gives him hefty bonuses.