A King Most High
Seventh Day of the Sixth Month 293 AC
"To Sarnor! To the High King, long may he reign! To allies wise and strong!" the well-wishes echoed through the warehouse accompanied by the clinking of cups and the stamping of feet, but Valaena did not feel like celebrating. The wine tasted sour, the triumph also. They had performed the task they had been charged with, or near enough that the king would be able to smooth out any troubles: over twelve-thousand people were ready to leave for Sallosh as long as they managed to scrounge up the supplies, Vargor was ready to take up his task, ancient crown or no, and yet...
"What's wrong? Did someone skin your cat or something?" Maelor asked, propping himself on the wall beside her.
"It would take a rather big knife to skin Dawnfyre," she shot back. While the boy was no less irreverent than he had ever been, the days of working with him, working under his command really though he had never put it in those terms, had taught Valaena to value both his arcane talents and his skill for drawing smiles forth even in the grimiest circumstances.
"Still thinking about the fight?" he asked after a moment, more seriously.
"No," the girl shook her head a little too vehemently. "I'm not some weeping maiden to go weak in the knees at..."
"I felt like shit cutting down those poor enthralled bastards too," Maelor interrupted. "Maybe if we'd been cleverer setting up the ambush Hurn would have come alone. Maybe we could have taken the time to break the spells on all of them instead of just tossing out an unraveling and then keeping on to him... There's a saying in Mantarys, though: 'Maybes make poor stew'. What's done is done, and you can't turn back time..." He stopped for a moment, thinking. "Well, you probably shouldn't
try anyway."
"It's not just that." Valaena lowered her voice. "Vargor..."
"Come on. I think Mercy had the right idea about this here feast," the boy replied, motioning to the door.
Many of the guests tried to strike up a conversation with them on the way to the door, but none insisted when it became clear the two were bent on leaving. The tale of how they and the others had defeated the unliving 'soothsayer' had already begun growing in the telling.
Once they were far enough away from the warehouse that even the sound of revelry faded in the distance, Valaena continued her cut-off thought: "We killed dozens of people, counting the silver helms, all to put a mummer's prince on a new-made throne. How's that fair to the people in there?"
"Fair?" Maelor snorted. "Do you think they would have rather been ruled by some corpse that had crawled out of the grave maggots and all?"
"No, of course not, but they think they are getting a new High King when Vargor was never supposed to be anything but a convenient banner bearer to a ruse, a way to rally the people before Hurn could raise up Mazor Alexi to take up his mantle anew. We are selling those people fool's gold."
"Do you think they're going out there for the sake of some old maps and musty books talking about a kingdom three centuries in the ground?" came the surprising answer. "Sure it's what they toast to, but what they
really want is land to call their own and food so their children don't go hungry. There's plenty of people who'd follow a devil, horns and all, if he would be sure to give 'em that." So saying the boy tapped one of his own small golden horns with a smile. "I might come to prove that some day."
"You'd be a better lord than Vargor," the girl allowed.
"Faint praise that is..."
"No, of course not. He's..." Valaena trailed off, realizing what she had been about to say. "I guess he's decent enough. Maybe he can get a wife with the proper lineage."
"The Viceroy has a daughter he's looking to wed I hear," Maelor jested.
"We're not here to conquer Saath," the Velaryon scion replied.
The boy laughed: "We aren't, but there's a dragon coming tomorrow."
After a moment Valaena joined him. She could not really argue with that point.
OOC: Hopefully all the exposition got across, but if something is unclear ask and I'll answer in the thread, since you are going to get the full story as soon as you arrive in the town anyway.