Upon Changing Tides Arising
Eleventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
The thought of Dornishmen loose in the Opaline Vault does not fill you with joy, and it is far more than the instincts of a Braavosi-trained trader seeing a monopoly on the verge of breaking. Still, the matter must be approached with some delicacy. "I do not know how much of this lore Velen has shared with you directly, so pray forgive me if I repeat anything you know," you begin carefully.
As as the prince nods with the lively interest of a man more than wiling to indulge long-windedness for the sake any new scrap of lore, you continue: "Most of the realms beyond this one are dangerous in ways less like the Red Wastes or even Dreaded Asshai and more akin the depths of the ocean. Each of these other worlds is quite deadly in its own way, and rarely are there locations hospitable to ordinary life. Simply surviving on most for more than a few days requires powerful magic, while others could kill one within moments of stepping foot into them. Besides all that, it is not a small act of sorcery to bridge the gulf between worlds."
"Tyene can do so," he notes, tone carefully neutral.
"So she can," you agree. "And indeed she has done so more than once, but it would be exceedingly dangerous for her to walk those paths alone or only the the company of common armsmen. In truth, the former might be less dangerous than the latter, for those insufficiently hardy of spirit might easily be turned against her even as she struggles to keep them safe." You offer a smile that is, at least for the most part, genuine. "I realize this is not what you might wish to hear, Highness. Caution may be good counsel, but it is rarely welcome."
The prince of Dorne inclines his head, as a swordsmen acknowledging a touch. "So how skilled must the sorcerers be to assure a reasonable chance to safely return?" he asks. "Mistake me not, for such treasures as you have brought forth I would be willing to wager against some chance of failure as one might do sending a trade ship to distant lands."
Not words you had expected to hear from the lips of a Westerosi lord of any stripe those, you think surprised.
Had Tyene been perhaps softening his prejudices in the matter of trade? As you consider what you know of the prince's personal history, the more likely answer comes to you. His wife had been a lady born of distant Norvos. Perhaps there might be a chance at news there, for there is ever cause to listening for tales on the changing winds.
For now, however, you must address the present matter. "As good a measure as any for when a sorcerer might be prepared to step beyond the borders of the world is when they might have the power to open the way. When they command magic of the fifth circle, let us say. However, there is something to be said for cold steel as well, and though there the measure is harder to find I would say the skill of your brother would be enough to hold his own in such a place."
"So he can cuckold and start feuds with beings of entirely new
worlds, eh?" the prince jests lightly as he refills your goblet with, by his own admission, 'the second best Dornish Wine'.
"That is a concern, yes," you reply in far more serious a tone. "Alas that not all that dwell in these lands of sorcery are as well disposed to mortal-kind as Velen and his kin. Some are wicked beyond knowing, others merely greedy. Knowing our lands as weak, with the first blush of magic just returning to them, they might think them ripe for plunder or even conquest."
"Then might I presume upon your kindness to see certain trades done, Your Grace?" Doran asks, slightly uncomfortable in his seat though he does a fair job of hiding it. One is not supposed to ask one's king to personally facilitate trade deals, after all. What he might have been comfortable in asking of one come before him with promises and claims, he would not lightly ask of a liege-lord to whom he swore oaths, however informally.
You are
very privately relived to hear that note in his voice, even as you wave off the concern. "Of course, Highness. I will leave messengers with you to make passing on such requests easier among other missives you may wish to send."
"Good, then I am glad to see that settled," the prince declares before motioning to the parchments before him. "Now if I may have your thoughts on the preliminary agreements your lady mother spoke of yesterday. Mostly in the matter of law for these new times, most of which I found good, though some of it raised questions.
"Say on, Highness. I am ever open to the counsel of loyal vassals,"
though I am under no obligation to take it, you add in the silence of your own thoughts.
"Of course, the notion of electing representatives is not wholly alien here in Dorne, though the degree to which elected 'Voices' permeate the halls of power would be... concerning to some. Still, that is manageable I think. Having the Clergy be its own recognized 'estate,' however, would be cumbersome in the extreme. Any ragged beggar who knows the name of a god can claim to be part of one religion or another... and more to the point many already do. I speak of course of the Begging Brothers who live off alms, though they are not as common in Dorne as they are in many places simply because our land is not kind to those who live purely upon the charity of others."
"I confess I have not had the chance to deal with many of these supposed holy men," you admit, though forbearing to add that you beheaded the one you had encountered at Crackclaw Point. "Anything else?"
"The status of mages in regards to marrying into the gentry or the nobility," he replies. "Of course, such a condition will become rife with exceptions and technicalities as old families seek advantages, but a baseline must be set. Are they gentry or those of noble blood for the purposes of birthing or siring offspring?" He pauses for a moment, obviously considering his next words very carefully. "For myself I would say that any who could challenge an army upon the field of battle should probably be counted among the latter simply to prevent thoughts of taking by force that which the law forbids."
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OOC: Discussions on teleportation circles next update to keep the rhythm of the conversation going in a more natural way instead of Viserys monopolizing things.