Masks and Mirrors
Twenty-Eighth Day of the Second Month 293 AC
Thankfully not all your day is spent trying to rearrange the stifling protocol of the palace, sending down orders from on high of how recalcitrant nobles are to be punished, or who should be offered the grey cloak of the lawman and how. There is still much to be seen and done by walking the streets of Tyrosh, understanding its people and its culture, away from the bright colors and heady perfumes of the highborn.
Cloaked in sorcery you walk among the scions of the lesser nobility and wealthy mercantile houses, gathered in discrete and well appointed taverns, finding in them much of the drive and ambition their 'betters' seem to lack. Plans for trade and profit, and suppositions as to the shifting tides of politics and what it might mean for their interests, are as common as they are animated. While misconception and wild rumor may be as ripe here as it is elsewhere, at the very least they are not stewing in their resentment and fears as far too many of the court functionaries are wont to do out of your sight. Here too can be seen the hand of Trios and its hidden puppet master. Those still upon the lower rungs seek power, wealth, and ascension into the dazzling world of the court. Alas that having reached it the ever-hungry caterpillar becomes a flitting butterfly, more invested in the appearance than the substance of excellence.
As you share your observations Dany's voice whispers in your ear carried forth upon a sorcerous breeze. "It almost makes you wonder if we should have killed more, doesn't it?"
You give her a long considering look. For this outing she had chosen to take an older form so as not to raise too many eyebrows, though she claims half-in-jest that in some ways it is stranger to be a woman than a dragon. "Odd to hear that from you, given all the trouble you want to to save the fools on Therys who shall, thanks to you, be spared their lives if not not their post."
"One can contemplate the worth of a course of action without taking it," she shrugs. "Perhaps it is selfish of me but I would rather be able to face my reflection in the morning. It makes arranging one's hair so much easier you see..." The humor does not hide the truth of her words.
"We did good work," you remind her. "Stalls stand empty and chains rust away..."
"For now at least. They shall make good iron to feed the forges, good steel for the legion," she replies, justifiably proud of the symbolism she had conjured. "It seems too small a punishment for those who peddled in human misery, though..."
"We can't punish all of them, but the worst of them will be dealt with," you vow.
"Or at least the stupider among that particular subset," Dany counters. "The clever will know which way the wind is blowing and flee..."
"Perhaps," you allow "Though they shall not flee nearly far enough."
The two goblets clink together in a quiet toast, a strange bell to herald the raising of an empire.
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You find Salladhor Saan not in a brothel or a tavern celebrating the night's success as you had feared and more than half expected. Rather he is striding purposefully along the dock, sky-blue cloak trimmed with golden thread and fastened with a sapphire broach flashing in the sky. Surprisingly, he knows you almost as soon as you open your mouth to address him, in spite of your false form.
"You walk like you own the place," he explains with a bright smile, though keeping his voice low.
"So do half the magisters," you counter.
"No, see they prance around as though they want others to
think they own it. Great difference there, and I know my prancing." Once more you find yourself charmed almost in spite of yourself by the old pirate.
"Excellent work capturing the ships in port last night. Is there anything your require before going back to sea to take more errant vessels, perhaps even adding to your fleet?" you ask.
"Already did." His tone is sly as it is cheerful. "Three of the smallest galleys, the best raiders of the lot, but hardly fit for a king's fleet."
"And you did not what to bother me with the mention?" you guess, tone more arch than displeased. He did after all hand off three times more ships than he took, and all of them larger. "Do try to avoid such slips in the future. I would like to know the full extent of your resources when I assign a task."
"And set the taxes," he notes.
You do not deny it. Some lies are beyond even your ability to sell.
By what criteria are slavers to be punished?
[] Breach of Tyrosh's very sparse and effectively unenforced per-existing laws on the treatment of slaves (Ex: it was illegal to make a slave kill his or her own children unless in direct defense of the master)
[] Exceptional cruelty (Ex: trying out torture implements as a public spectacle)
[] Write in
What task do you set for Saan?
[] Find and bring to heel the last of the Tyroshi fleet of 'pirate chasers'
[] Focus on Westerosi shipping to enforce the notion that your gaze is now fixed firmly west
[] Write in
OOC: Just like the last part, if you want to add anything feel free to do so.