Too Grand a Play
Fifth Day of the Fourth Month 293 AC
Benerro is startled to be contacted by a call born of purest sorcery, but once the surprise wears off he is accommodating of both your presence and your ruse, though he does seem saddened that you would not be able to appreciate the temple as a visitor unburdened by secrets might. Late afternoon he says would be the best time to arrive thus as that is the time he walks among the faithful to hear their thoughts. Picking out one or more among them to speak in private would be uncommon, but certainly not enough to raise suspicions.
In the meantime there is another conversation you need to have before the seeds of bitterness you briefly glimpsed yesterday have a chance to bloom. You knock politely on the inn door, awaiting a reply.
"It's open," Teana calls from the other side.
You step through the room and out onto the narrow balcony that rings around the entire second story of the inn, finding her looking out over the bustling streets of the city and from the looks of things fattening up the local pigeons with the remains of an unfortunate meat pie she had pocketed from lunch. Reading the faint surprise on your expression as you join her she shrugs: "Common thieves or other scoundrels are unlikely to haunt such a place as this, and foes who might have some notion who is behind the door is unlikely to care one whit for mere iron locks barring the way."
You tilt your head slightly, looking at her. "How do you find Volantis?"
"The same," she makes a brief attempt at nonchalance that collapses with a sigh. "Willfully so. Things do not change here unless it's the fashion for hats, and even
that is probably some haberdasher's interpretation of ancient carvings."
"You do not think Zherys desires true change, then?" you ask, cutting as close to the heart of the matter without risking a possibility unwanted question about her state of mind.
"He despises change unless it should be turning back the sands of time, all the Old Blood do," Teana replies, old anger coloring her voice. "If the High Speaker is different from them it is in understanding that this time they have to change the full costumes in the play, not just the color of their cloaks."
"History has a habit of going only one way no matter how many times one looks back," you reply, a cold comfort yes, but also nothing less than the truth. "Perhaps one day the Old Blood of Volantis will be left with nothing
save the costumes..."
"They have magic flowing through their veins, soon they will have dragons as they did of old. Perhaps they will never again dare claim utter dominion over those who share that heritage and once...." she hesitates a long moment, but whatever she sees on your face emboldens her to speak on. "Once that would have been enough for me, but then I walked away and into the wide world and it does not feel thus anymore." She shakes her head. "Do not concern yourself over it, Your Grace. You've trouble enough managing all that you must do without worrying over my feeling ill-at-ease to be back here."
What do you reply?
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OOC: I was originally going to have the Teana discussion after your business in Volantis was concluded, but you guys voted for it here and thinking about it, that is more IC for Viserys, both in terms of being as proactive as possible as a king and trying to help out someone in the midst of emotional turmoil. 
