RP:Who's a Witch?

Part of the Larketian Fault Lines Arc

Summary: King Macon has summoned a meeting of Larket's most trusted authority figures to reveal what Valen and Mythayus have found in the Chapel of Pleasure (secret -apparent- witch coven room!) The King wants to discuss how Larket should respond.

Just before the meeting, Eirik tells Queen Josleen of what he has seen in both Venturil and Larket. She asks him to repeat it in the meeting. He reports that in Venturil, a coven of witches (part of the Souls Out of Time arc) have been corrupting children for mysterious purposes. They have also killed a few people and burn the bodies with magical fire. In Larket, he heard a resident named Gunther screaming after finding a dead body in his home. Eirik investigated the home and there was no signs of forced entry, the body was burned, and seemingly from magical fire. Eirik believes the witches in Venturil are responsible for this murder in Larket as well.

During the meeting, the group discusses what steps should be taken in both Larket and Venturil. The King and Queen believe in Larket First, and demand most of their resources be used within the Hard City.

1. Valen, Mythayus, and Reinhardt are to investigate the murder at Gunther's home.
2. Artia is to publicly announce that witches, for security reasons, are asked to step forward and self report to law enforcement, primrily Mythayus and Reinhardt. Artia, a good witch, is to become the face of good Larketian witches.
3. Eirik, Artia, and Sabrina are to travel westward to investigate what is happening in Venturil, starting with an interview with Rachel (NPC child) who was rescued from the witches and is under protective custody in Chartsend.

After the meeting, Valen interrogated the Priest of Delisha in Mythayus's custody and discovers more clues about Brighid and Avery (NPCs), the witches who rented out the secret room in the Chapel of Pleasure.

  OOC NOTE: Eirik is wrong (and innocently so). Eirik's player oocly knows that Eirik is wrong ic. 
This arc will play with what happens when different people look at the same evidence and draw different conclusions. There will be misinformation, and not always for malicious reasons. What your character believes is up to you, and the divergence of perspective and beliefs is the core of this arc's plot.

Queen’s Tea Room, Fort Freedom

Josleen sits in a luxurious tea room she uses as her office. Here the Queen entertains guests, and the Prince Pooch, Gigi, gentledog, great chaser of squirrel, bane of cats, naps in his gold-threaded dog bed. The Queen drinks tea and reads letters in the minutes before she joins Macon and Larket's most trusted dignitaries in the council room. She lounges in a dress that costs as much as a newborn colt. Visitors will be brought in by her personal maitre d'queen. A royal guard is stationed outside her room.

Eirik waits for the Maitre d'queen to bring him before Queen Josleen. Though, a little more common in appearance, he did finally enter the meeting room. Dressed in freshly pressed black, silver stitched leather and cotton. Though normally the Northman carried some form of protection, his weapon Brann Forbruker had been left outside of the room in a sign of good faith. The Lycan only arriving for his statement to a crime scene he had been privy too with a middle-aged man named Gunther. Silver eyes seek the floor, as frame bows humbly before Queen Josleen. The unpledged outsider waits until he is recognized before speaking. This being the first time for a meeting, he did not wish to screw this up. Besides, the information he brought could very well be grave indeed.

Gigi perks up first at the arrival of a new scent, and what an alluring scent it is! Another man-dog, like his friend Hudson! Wow! Gigi sniffs Eirik's butt and crotch wildly. His entire body shakes with excitement. He's so happy. Josleen finishes reading a sentence before looking up and gracing Eirik with a practiced smile. If he's from Frostmaw, then he may know that she is also Thane of Frostmaw, one of Queen Hildegarde's closest friends, and that her marriage to Macon is what bonds the two cities. She nods at his bow. "A pleasure to make your acquaitance. How may I help you?" The latter is as rehearsed as her smile. For Eirik, this meeting marks a nervous occasion meeting a royal. To Josleen, he's another unfamiliar face seeking an audience with her, and a part of her daily routine.

Eirik is unsure of what to do at the greeting of such an excited dog, and the creature is regarding with nothing more than a smile. Though what might seem common knowledge to some, Josleens status with Frostmaw is indeed unknown. He carried many symbols which might remind her of those tribes, but when voice gives words, his accent far different than what she might be accustomed to. "Forgive my intrusion, your Highness." Eyes do not move up to gaze at her own immediately, the dog the focus of his attention for only another moment or two. Finally, eyes sweep to the queen, allowing his stance to soften. "My name is Eirik, and I was witness to a rather odd body discovered here in Larket. I merely wished to convey my reports. As I have done with local authorities." Not too mention his opinion of magic use.

Josleen's brows knit. "A body? Where?" Gigi leaves Eirik only for a moment then returns with a colorful braided rope and offers it to the man-dog to play tug of war. "Gigi," Josleen chastizes under her breath. Gigi perks up and looks over his shoulder at his mother. Josleen gestures for Eirik to have a seat in a loveseat across a coffee table from her chaise. Once Josleen is engrossed again in conversation, Gigi nudges Eirik's hand with the rope. Quickly, before mother says no!

Eirik shifts his gaze to that damnable dog, who just wouldn't take no for an answer. As if in secret, Eirik grabs that rope for but the briefest of moments, tugging it as he meanders to the empty seat offered by the Queen. He had no clue if he would be reprimanded, but gives the creature one final pat on the head. "Yes, in a vacant home. The owners name is Gunther and he filed a report with the local authorities too." As if this were the entire purpose, he now unloads his his tale. "I found him here in the streets screaming for help. There weren't any guards around, not that they weren't patrolling," he adds hastily. "When I stopped to see what was happening, Gunther explained. I entered his home and found a body burned beyond recognition. Only the gender as a male was recognizable. There was no sign of forced entry. No sign of fire scattered through the home. The body seemed to have suffered a direct blast of searing heat." He turns his gaze back to the dog for a moment. "But if such a thing were to happen, the home itself should at least suffer some charcoaled marrings." He sighs as he recants his story. "I bring this to you, because a Bard Named Raphaline and I discovered dark magic in Venturil. People were trying to corrupt children with power. Many of the bodies looked like the one I had discovered here. I think, that witches might be lurking here in Larket."

Gigi sleeps in a golden-threaded dog bed and has his own teensy tiny pooch throne in the throne room, so Eirik is right to observe he doesn't understand 'no'. She doesn't mind the head pat given to Gigi. He is a good boy, so it makes sense. The Queen nods at the name 'Raphaline', recognizing the fellow bard's name. Josleen gasps as she hears the second witch-themed conspiracy theory in one week. "You say the bodies were similar? Just because they were burnt, or was there anything else?"

Eirik nods his head grimly. "The house itself had no signs of forced entry. Nothing was discovered missing. This attack seemed slow and deliberate. There was also the taste of magic." Eyes shifts away from Josleen. "She and I rescued a child from there. Her name is Rachel and is currently in Chartsend being looked over by a team of people. She recants a tale of Witches trying to corrupt her with," he turns his attention to her again. "Something evil." Eirik looked bothered, recalling the child. "I cannot say for sure that it is witches responsible, but the scene is far too familiar to what we have come across." He nods giving the last of his information. "The guards have a full written report from myself and Gunther."

Josleen shakes her head in disapproval of witches corrupting children. The Queen is hoping for a child soon, and is particularly sensitive to anything having to do with children. "She is lucky that you and Raphaline found her when you did. Question, why would--" She is cut off by a knock. Josleen beckons the servant come forward. He reminds her of a very important meeting with the King and other Larketian dignitaries. "Eirik, I must go, tho... We have some suspicions of witch activity in Larket already... Could you join this meeting and report to the King directly what you have told me? Other Larketian authority will also be there and may have questions of their own."

Eirik would give no smile, to cover his inner feelings of witches. He despised them so. "She is lucky. Very lucky indeed." The northman would give another nod, "I can and will do as you have asked." Eirik would rise then ready to deliver his account to the King and Larketian authority.

Council Meeting Room, Fort Freedom

Macon shows up a bit late to this meeting of respected Larketians that he has called to discuss the latest on the earthquake situation. The King of Larket is wearing the Rage Armor and marble crown, as he usually does when making an official appearance as royalty, though this meeting of the minds is not something that Fort Freedom has openly advertised as part of the king and queen’s schedules. At the very least though Kyla is aware of -something- happening in the fort meeting room, because she has catered for it. Cold and warm hors d'oeuvres are set up buffet style for those privileged enough to be attending to enjoy. The King checks The Rage Axe at the door with a guard that will be making sure there are no prying eyes or ears to this meeting while it is taking place.

Mythayus would have shown up early, wearing his typical spiked black full plate. His hair tied neatly in a que with the exception of his bang which to his dismay fall freely in his face. For the most part he stand in the back of the room and wait for thing to get started. He didn’t like big formal meeting. It was always his experience that they usually ended badly, but hopefully that wasn’t the case. Myth would not have told anyone about the meeting. He’d simply wait for the other to show before taking his place for the meeting.

Valen would have arrived about the same time as Mythayus, in that black and red ceremonial armour of his home (No clue on how to describe it). He would have entered weaponless, though of course as the resident Shadowmancer of Larket...HE could not exactly check his ability at the door. He -would- however, in passing through that threshold, run a hand over a wall before the doorway and shadows would spread all around the frame on the side. not entering the council room, and stay, to watch anyone coming or going. He was not about to have this meeting interrupted by some uppity uptstart. the shadows would stay silent, bubbling every now and then like tar, Valen...the Ever Vigilant. When Josleen enters, along with the rest of the ladies, he would rise from his seat as a gentleman should, before sitting back down once everyone was ready to begin. The shadows outside, would be able to detect any magical items that people had on their person, and relay this to the entity that was inside Valen's mind. Maldor was also awake, and was not about to let anything ruin his Brother's station.

Josleen is even more late than Macon, as she was held up by an unexpected guest who has brought distressing news and (more) conspiracy to the Queen. She asks Eirik to wait in the hall; he will be called in when they are ready for him. Gigi is also ordered to wait in the hall, which is fine by Gigi who just loves that Eirik is a man-dog. I mean wow, am I right? Wow. Another man-dog. In the meeting room, the Queen doesn’t apologize for her tardiness and skirts the room to stand by Macon’s side. A hand slides secretly and briefly along his back to greet him and she flashes him a private smile. Like the King, she dons her crown, though hers is not marble but a more delicate diadem. She sits when it is appropriate and listens to Macon open the meeting. The King quickly recaps what Larket knows. The earthquake left the Chapel of Pleasure untouched, but all the neighboring buildings collapsed. This arouse suspicions, and Valen’s investigation has discovered a secret room in the Chapel which seems to be home to a witch coven, given the items found inside. Inside the room is also a map of Larket with X's over The Red Tower, Kyla's Eatery, the Larket General Store, and the Red Ogre Inn. Fort Freedom is not marked. Once the King has caught everyone up to speed, Josleen adds, “I have just received a visit from a man named Eirik,” she looks to Sabrina, “who has found yet more evidence of dark magic surrounding a recent murder, which he believes is linked to witches. I have just been told this moments ago, and the details are still difficult to process. For this reason, I have invited Eirik to come speak to us and tell you all what he told me. He’s waiting in the hall and may be called in whenever we’re ready.”

Artia was a little late due to the nanny showing up late to watch over Ava-Marie while Artia went to the meeting as requested by the royals and her friend Josleen. She speed walked into the area, her hair done up in a bunch but some had fallen free due to the rush and well motherhood. Her dress was of formal wear, blue as usual due to her favorite color. Straight to King and Queen she went, offering a bow to them both. "My king and queen, you both look wonderful as always." She then took her spot, but heard the words of witches behind the ongoing events in Larket, what? Quickly she turned to Josleen, Eirik was going to be here too? "Queen Josleen, I believe I heard you say witches?" Looking down to the map, eyeing the x marks.

Sabrina was here on time because punctuality is proper. She is walking around the perimeter with gloved hands laced behind her back and taking in the scene and lowly mumbles of those gathered here. She is wearing her uniform, cleaned and pressed: A captain’s style coat with tails and high Mongolian collar and black cotton pants tucked into militaristic boots, simple yet efficient. Her garb is pitch, aside from gold adornments and a sash of Larket colors tied above the Mark of Asclepius on her right shoulder. Lengthy tresses had been drawn back, for a change, in Elvish war-braids, and that scar marring her face under one blind eye is still painfully present. She otherwise looked pristine as always, despite just coming in from Frostmaw with little more time than a wash and change of clothes. Her eyes lock on the King as he makes his entrance and the Healer migrates toward the central of activities, passing by Mythayus on the way and giving him a curt nod. When Valen walks in he is met with a smile, but as those shadows spread along the walls the feeling is that of a syphon and she looks… maybe perturbed. In any case she keeps her form away from the entrance, for now. Josleen’s entrance, as always, is fashionably late and yet still graceful. The King and Queen’s announcements are not exactly news, but the recap is a good foundation. Josleen looks at Sabrina when she mentions her courier, the Elfess gives the tiniest shake of her head, denoting some unspoken denial. Artia’s entrance is disregarded, though it was a surprise she missed Eirik standing in the hall before she entered. When she speaks of witches it was all Sabrina could do to bite her upper lip and hide a smile.

Eirik , the Northman, does not have a grand entrance and instead waits outside the room as he had been instructed, doing his best to forget about that excitable dog; which had only just harassed the lycan with prodding sniffs - and a game of tug-o-war. He stands near six foot in height, without the presence of any weapons. Dressed in silver stitched black leather and cotton, which had all been recently purchased. His own thick fingers intertwine behind his back, doing his best to not pace. Mind stirring over the conversation he just had with the Queen of Larket. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about speaking before the crown and council. No further sign of this worry mars his scarred features, while he sticks to Josleens words. Wait, outside. Eyes flick to the guard and to the door of the room.

Macon receives the Queen at his side with a slight smile. Once he is done staring at her he delivers his opening brief on the findings at the Chapel of Pleasure. The King raises a brow at Josleen’s news that she has brought someone with her that can pile onto the leading conspiracy theory. Of course Maocn is curious and tells whoever is manning the door to “Bring ‘em in now.” While that is happening, The Rage Knight looks towards Valen and then Mythayus, “Do you two ‘ave anything t’add t’that?” Maybe he missed something. Towards Artia and her clear concern over own status as a ‘witch’, Macon fields the question addressed to his wife. He is not kind enough to assure that she is not under suspicion of being part of the earthquake-causing group, but his tone is far short of accusatory when he says, “We ‘ave asked you t’be ‘ere t’share your insights on this type of magic.”

Mythayus would return Sabrina’s nod. He’d offer the King and Queen a respectful bow once both are in place. He’d take in a breath at the news of Eirik. Hopefully with this meeting something can be done about it. Then the King would speak to Valen and himself. Upon hearing the question, he nod, “Actually we do. We have detained someone for questioning. If you like I can retrieve him and whilst I’m doing that Valen can fill you in on the details.” He’d take in a breath. He’d wait for the King to give him the okay. IF so he’d promptly leave to retrieve said detainee. Either way he’d still allow Valen to go into detail. He was better at that than he was. He’d offer a nod to Valen, to let him know that he was done speaking and for him to deliver the details.

Valen would have of course offered everyone his trade-mark smile, those piercing blue eyes not short an ounce of theur usual happiness and mirth. To Sabrina especially, a flash of his pearly whites and even a merry "Hello Lady Sabrina!" would have been given, while Eirik...on the way in, would have seen a coy wink with those blue orbs, maybe a blush, but beyond that, Valen would simply be Valen. Just a sweet summer child. As Josleen completed her ascertaition of what he and Mythayus had found, Valen would stand and make what appeared to be simply a mass of whispy shadows, in a rather large, area above their heads, before pulling his hands apart from each other and opening nothing short of a tangible window in the shadows to view that room in it's entirety, as they were actually looking out -through- a shadow in said room, though if anyone was inside currently...the group at the council meeting would not be seen. "This image will remain, so that people can ask questions at any-time. If you need a closer look at something, just direct me and I will be happy to zoom in on it for you. This is most -certainly- a live feed, people...Take a good look." At Macon's question, he would let Mythayus say what he would, before looking to the royals. "The priest that I received the key to that very room from...Is who we have brought for questioning." Turning to the other's present "That would mean, I might remind you all, that this man -knew- at least somewhat...that someone was using this room for something. His inaction to inform Queen Josleen, and King Macon, have rendered him as guilty by association, and is the reason he was detained for questioning. Yet he would not tell me who used this room. Perhaps he has been bewitched, and if so I can -easily- fix that...at least jog his memory, but be formulating your questions as he will most likely prove as a -very- valuable lead." Looking to Macon he would remind him "If need be, your highness, I can do the same that I did with Maureen, Gods rest her soul."

Josleen had seen Valen’s shadow clairvoyance once before and thus is less drawn in to the second viewing. She looks away from Valen and Macon at the mention of Maureen and samples a tiny quiche instead. “We should also mention that so far Valen amd Mythayus have found a lot of phyical evidence, but there is no whiff of motive. Why cause an earthquake at all?” She shrugs. “But I think Eirik’s information may help point us in the right direction.”

Artia nods, listening to everyone speak, her cyan orbs look up to Macon. Glad she left Ava-Marie behind just incase this goes south, "I will give my best insights on this, m'lord." The druidic witch would not lie, she was nervous but would not give any signs off. Artia had nothing to do with the earthquakes, wasn't even in Larket when it happened. Came back home to seeing Larket in a mess, but she had been with Brennia at the Bard school. So maybe Artia would be fine. "Valen, what means would you do to jog his memory? I am curious at what forms you would use." To josleen, "If a cult of witches did do this, there would be reasons as like thinking someone is wicked. Or revenge, most likely attention or show of power. Always a motive."

Sabrina sat in silence as the King overlooks her presence. It was no wonder, she had little to offer in the means of attack or defense. Her presence was likely a result of formality. She’d take a seat to the Royal’s far right, keeping her eyes as Eirik would surely walk down the path in a brief moment. She was curious as to his news on witches since she had little experience of her own. She isn’t even thinking about much else now as her view is taken up by Artia. The Elfess looks deep in thought, a slight twist coming to her features. As much as she hated that woman she’d be hard pressed to think her capable of such atrocities. In Artia’s defense, she was mostly just an overly fertile waste of space- not a villain. No, for the time being Artia’s potential guilt is dismissed at face value. Mythayus’ and Valen’s detainee though, this proves to be enough interest that she shifts in her seat, bracing elbows upon bended knees to grant full attention to Valen’s show while Myth takes his leave. The healer is silent for the time being, renting a room is not a crime, knowing of this treason was a completely different story. Artia’s words are met with an absentminded nod, yet still Sabrina remains silent on the matter.

Eirik shifts his attention to being summoned into the room. Without any delay the Northman enters, bowing to Macon and Josleen first, followed by the council itself. Valen, Artia and Sabrina were all known by the berserker and can speak on his character at a later time if such things were needed. From beneath the veil of a scarred visage, silver eyes dart from one member to the next waiting for that moment to speak. Finally he had found such a time. “I have just recently reported my findings of a body discovered here in a vacant home. The home owner himself stopped me in the streets screaming for help.” Eyes continue to move around the room. “Inside his home lay a body, burned beyond belief. Beyond recognition. So badly, we were only able to determine the gender. It seemed as though the fellow had suffered a direct blast of searing heat. Most likely sustained over a period of time.” He raises a single digit, “But, there is no evidence of a fire inside or outside of the home. There are no signs of forced entry either and magic still clung to the scene.” He adds this last bit in disbelief himself. “The crime struck me as odd because of a recent trip to Venturil. A bard named Raphaline accompanied me during this trip. During our travels we discovered a grotesque scene of dark magic. Scorched bodies, twisted forms beyond recognition. A place where children were being corrupted, by a team of witches. Many of the bodies discovered look eerily similar to the one found here. It is my personal belief, that a witch or group of them, might have just made themselves known in Larket.” His features look grim and serious despite the company before him. “I know they were corrupting children because a child named Rachel, we happened to have saved. She is currently in Chartsend being looked over by an entire team. She describes their want to infuse children with something.” He pauses for a moment to choose the right words. “Evil.” Eirik falls silent finally, finishing the new and information he had brought.

Reinhardt walks forth from behind a corner that leads elsewhere, just as the conversation starts to delve into the actual reason for this meeting. Having set up defences in case the exposure may have triggered a potential enemy, the knight makes his way fully into the council chamber. Garbed in armor custom made to fit his new station as Lord of the Deveruex family, Reinhardt's boots echo with every step again the stone floor, as his steel hued eyes scan all present. " A deliberate attack upon Larket shall be answered with appropriate force. These witches, should they be at the heart of this matter, will face justice as deemed fit for such horrendous actions. Irregardless if this was done for revenge, attention or a display of power. We will find them, and we will end this threat." Finishing his own little speech, the knight makes his way close by the King and Queen, taking a spot to lean against the wall as he awaits for more information to be brought to light.

Macon immediately gives Mythayus a nod so that he may go and retrieve his person of interest. With Eirik’s upcoming accusations and Valen and Mythayus’s detained priest, this meeting is shaping up to be even more fruitful than the king has anticipated. The king had assumed, before Valen clarified, that the priest was the person of interest they had brought in as they had discussed doing so the first time Josleen and Macon saw this shadow magic Valen is currently using to bring the room a view of the secret witches’ lair at the chapel. The Rage Knight would prefer that what was done to the felled Kingsguard Maureen to ‘correct’ her memory not be discussed ever again, so he does not acknowledge Valen’s offer with anything more than a single nod before he too looks away from the vampire, pretending to be interested in the view into the hidden room. Macon listens intently to what Eirik has to say, as all of this is new and somewhat shocking to him, though it does not show on his features. The king’s expression remains hard, almost defiant in the face of these revelations, horrid as they are. No one must know just how concerned the leader of The Hard City is about the ‘fact’ that a group of witches is seeking to cause Larket and Larketians harm. The discussion of lack of motive, possible motive, and the meaninglessness of motive is met with several nods towards those offering their opinions. The King does not wish to backtrack on the vows Reinhardt is making. “Those responsible will be brought t’justice.” He looks towards Artia when he speaks again, “If there are people with this kind of power operating inside Larket The Queen and I believe tha’ we should know who they are,” hoping that Artia might cooperate in this endeavor of identifying other witches. Being one herself, she must know of others, right? When the priest is brought in, this will also be the line of questioning. Seeking the identity of the ones who did that room up as they did. He looks to Sabrina next, knowing she has lost much to the aftereffects of the earthquake and seeking confirmation that she will assist in this task as well if she knows of any witches in Larket.

Mythayus would quickly be off with the nod. He’d be gone briefly. He’d return with the priest, a firm hand on the man’s arm and a faint growl coming from the knight. The priest would walk along with Mythayus with no resistance. “One Priest.” He’d move the Priest before the King and Queen, but stay directly behind the man just in case. Myth wasn’t going to take any chance, even if the man had been mostly complaint though the situation. I mean who likes to be detained for questioning, right? The priest would be unharmed and well taken care of. Myth would nod towards Reinhardt as he is a new face to the room, but only of a moment and his attention would be back on the priest.

Valen would look to Artia and explain "It is perfectly safe, I assure you. I will not go into detail here, but each mind is different however, and each poses a different challenge, so the method is rarely the same, but my power in that field is unmatched by any that I have come across. I was even able to over-ride Larewen's own power on Irenic, and unlock memories that she had locked away herself." To Eirik, with a crack of his knuckles he would tilt his head now, obviously interested. "Saved how exactly? You say she is a child, and such accounts could certainly be easily misconstrued by her young mind, after witnessing such an unfortunate tragedy. It is a serious thing you bring to this table though, that I certainly feel is warranted in investigating. I know of Raphaline, as you know, such a taciturn and troubled lady, but that is beside the point, but you say the child is not here? Seems to me that a very important character witness is missing in that case. Could you not have brought in a handler or caretaker as well?" As Mythayus brought in the Priest, his eyes would perk up and with a wave of his hand the 'window' would miniaturize and go to rest on top of the table, still open and easy to see, just less eye catching or distracting. "Thank you Myth." He would say to the Dragon, before looking at the priest. "as we explained when you were detained, you with-held information that was vital when the moment was more than dire and opportune to probably even subvert what happened, but now you have another chance to at least atone for your sins and crimes against the City of Larket, her people, and against King and Queen. Let's....start with a simple one. What group occupied that room during the time of the Quake...?"

Josleen | The quiche was very good, and Josleen has always believed that you should behave like the person you want to be, and so she behaves like she is eating for two and takes a second quiche. When Reinhardt materializes seemingly from nowhere, Josleen is not in the least surprised. Whenever the Royals meet with a group, he’s sure to be lurking protectively, on the lookout for an attack or, in this case, betrayal. She nods a greeting to the Lord Knight. When Valen seems to levy criticisms of how Eirik has brought forth evidence, the Queen feels a tad protective of Eirik, as she invited him here. The man didn’t even know their would be a meeting! “Valen, Eirik hardly had a chance to prepare for this. I am sure someone can visit her. It’s a long trip, and children shouldn’t be displaced. One of our investigators can make the trip. Also, perhaps you and Mythayus should also look into Gunther. Why was the body in his home? He was targeted and may be somehow connected.” The priest is brought in and commands the full attention of the room. The priest shrugs helplessly. “A witch called Brighid, but I don’t know much else. She rented the room and sometimes brought it one or two others at a time, not witches I believe, but people buying her services. The Chapel doesn’t have much income, you see, and she needed a place to conduct business but couldn’t afford a pricier room elsewhere in the city, save for the slums around the Tenements and she didn’t like that area. So we settled on a price. I had no idea what she got up to.” One thing that doesn’t quite add up in this explanation is the manner in which the Priest gave the key to Valen. He recognized the mirror that Valen gave him, and that prompted the Priest to reveal the key.

Artia :The fact children were being corrupted for the group of 'witches' hit a nerve for Artia her nose cringed up in disgust. "That's horrible, those poor children." Her hand rest above her heart, "Can I take a look at any children that are saved? Maybe I can see if I can wire into their mind through touch, see what happened to them? Sometimes such memories are locked behind a wall, such horrible memories should be kept locked but if I can I can wiggle around the lock." A worry came over her face, what if Macon was up to no good again? He looked over to him, studying his body language as this was told to the council. Any remorse? Any signs of grief for the innocent? Then to Reinhardt, "Not all witches are bad, I plead with the council to understand this. Most druids are witches, some lands druids are witches. They are natural healers, while others just lose sight of the path to good and just need guidance. If no good positive guidance they can lead to something like this, we still do not know for sure if it is witches. Or someone trying to use it as a cover up, so we are knocked off in the wrong trail." She sighs, "But if these are indeed wicked witches, I will help destroy them with no second thought. You don't attack innocent and just get away with it." Artia said this looking back to Macon. She knew she should just be silent, but what if, what if it was witches and she could guide them to the right path. No need to kill anymore, but those that do kill should be punished for crimes. Until Kelovath she wasn't exactly the good witch, and now took an oath to never harm anyone even with words. Eyeing the priest, she hoped for truth of the situation to come from him. Artia was reassured by Valen words, offered him a smile with a nod. "If need assistance, I will be there." The druidic witch would offer her help as much as she could.

Sabrina stands. Eiriks rendition of the events he reported caused her to rise quite suddenly. “Children?” She elucidated. “You said it was a man you found, why would they move from children to men?” She might have been speaking more loudly than necessary, though, she couldn’t tell beyond the whispers of the shadows encompassing the area. It was getting to her. Initial thoughts were that it implied the witches were possibly growing stronger, honing their craft to larger and more complicated prey. Naturally her attention diverts to the witch in the room, expecting an explanation. Already it was obvious the natural healer was presenting with difficulty in concentration. Maybe no one would notice just yet. Reinhardt chimes in. His voice was so very loud, and familiar, but it makes her bow slightly at the throbbing in her skull. Her question is abandoned. “Excuse me.” She whispers, a hand moving to her temple so she may reclaim her seat. She takes to leaning hard on the arm of the chair, small beads of sweat forming along her brow. Now her King was speaking, even closer than Reinhardt had been before. Macon would not be met with that stoic nod he was likely expecting. She was sitting, eyes pinched shut and roughly running gloved hand along the bridge of her nose. Now everyone was talking and it was all becoming such a blur.

Eirik nods to the questions being asked of him and smiles at the Queens rebuttal to Valen. “We saved Rachel at the very end of a ritual that was being performed on her. Raphaline and I killed many of them, but not all. And as her majesty has stated, I had no idea I would be asked to bring my account before a council.” He was ill prepared for this entire ordeal. His words a grim warning to the dire situation in Venturil. “I have seen the energies for myself. Asking the child what it is for, draws this conclusion. As for not bringing the Rachel here? We do not yet know if she herself is corrupted. I will not endanger another place. However,” again agreeing with the Queen, “should anyone like to see the child, I would happily take you to her. As for further information, the witch responsible for the rituals is herself a child. (The witch in Venturil.) Cursed with another life form living inside her.” As for Sabrina’s outburst Eirik furrowed his brows. Perhaps she was recalling a different event? “If you doubt my words, by all means, summon Raphaline. She will recount the tale as well. And yes. The body found -here- in larket is indeed a male.” Perhaps she was confusing facts? “The child, I speak of is unrelated to these events in larket. However, she has been magically affected by witches.” Thats all the child had to do with this place. Perhaps it was best if Sabrina just fell silent? To accuse him, lords.

Reinhardt rests back upon the wall as all gathered share what they know, and explain the who, what and why of the situation. But as he listens the knight grows visibly darker in mood. This priest, this foolish priest, housed the prime suspect responsible for the devastation that nearly brought Larket to its knees. A stranger, a man he knows nothing about, seems to know of possible witnesses, yet has let them slip away. And Artia, defensive about the labeling of witches, as to be expected, dares scold him about his stance about bringing the culprit to justice. Couple this with the near empty gaze he catches from Sabrina, the woman whom he was falling for who had abandoned him during the time he was dealing with his father’s death, and the knight is far from a good mood. Top this all off with children being involved and the man just isn’t happy with what it looks like they are facing. But someone needs to be that person, the one who says what needs to be said, and so he does just that. “If a witch, or a coven of witches, is forming and now holds power enough to cause such destruction than this is not just a threat to Larket, but the realm itself. If a witch in Venturil, or again witches, are using a child, corrupting her and using our own emotions, and those of any good-hearted people, to do their bidding and shield themselves from the wrath of the people, then this shows they may have power, but they do not have enough power, yet, to do whatever it is they are wanting to do.” He lets his words hang in the air, knowing what he says next will not go over well, but again he says what needs to be said. “We have capable people, as you seen in Valen, Artia and Sabrina.” Saying her name isn’t comfortable, but he soldiers through. “But, if another attack may happen, be it anywhere in the realm, we cannot allow it to happen since we have information that may stop it from happening. So… if need be, to stop the threat, if we cannot undo what has been done, then we may need to end the threat these corrupted children pose. To clarify, I am speaking of a -last- resort, but one we all need to be aware of, and willing to do.” He sighs, as he says. “I have seen children used in war. It plays upon our emotions, and has cost many lives in battle. If this witch, or coven, is out to cause such destruction, then they have gone off the natural path followed by most, and gone rogue, thus are enemies of not only this City-State, but the realm itself. And to win not only the battle, but what may turn out to be a long and grueling war against an enemy we -hope- I am over-estimating, then we all need to be ready to do what must be done to shut them down and end the threat.” The knight exhales a deep breath. He hopes this may be an isolated incident, but he knows battles. If the enemy has the power to nearly destroy an entire city in one go, then this is a threat that cannot be shrugged off, and as it is his sworn duty to do anything and everything to protect the City-State, as well as its people and royalty, Reinhardt is ready to accept that things most may find unfavorable -must- happen.

Macon growls reflexively a bit, not terribly loudly, when Raphaline is mentioned. The bard is responsible for the wrecking of multiple Larketian siege weapons during the battle at the bridge. Maybe -she- is a witch. Macon shakes his head as the focus of many is diverted to the trouble with the child in Venturil. When Reinhardt speaks and mentions the ‘last resort’ of taking out the child witch or witches in Venturil, Josleen drops her hand onto the king’s thigh under the table and gives his knee a squeeze. This signals to him, when he glances her way, that she does not like something that has recently been said. The Rage Knight calmly takes in a breath before speaking again, attempting to address everything that is being thrown around the room. First of all, to comfort The Queen, he diverts Reinhardt from Venturil for now. “Wha seems to be happening in Venturil is troubling, but I do not wan’ t’divert too much attention there. Eirik ‘as also told us of a murder, bearing evidence of witch’s magic tha’ ‘as ‘appened righ’ ‘ere in Larket. There is still the possibility tha’ someone is trying t’pass the blame ‘ere,” he mentions this to appease Artia, but is fairly convinced himself that witches are behind both the earthquake and this new murder, “but this is the only infomation we ‘ave t’work with and we cannot neglect it. Identifying witches in Larket will be our first priority. At the very least it will ‘elp with the investigation of the murder, and may lead to more on the earthquake cause.” The Rage Knight looks towards the new Lord, “Reinhardt will remain here t’track down this ‘Brighid’ and other associated with her.” The King, in fielding all these different angles, misses Sabrina’s dizziness and moves onto Artia who is the only person he gives specific permission to travel to Venturil, “You may go with Eirik t’meet this child if you wish.” He does not particularly want to lose any more bodies to non-domestic affairs. We got wicked witches right here in Larket, people.

Mythayus remains silent during all this. Though, his eyes do sharpen towards the Queen as she speaks to Valen. He wasn’t pleased none the least., but it wasn’t his place. He did feel bad for the child and their plight, but they weren’t in Larket thus not their problem at this time. He whole heartily agreed with his King. He also wondered how a knight’s immediate last resort conclusion was to harm children. Again, he wouldn’t voice his option. Instead remain a good and loyal knight. As far as his view of the situation he’d let the evidence speak for itself. He wouldn’t want anything to cloud judgement or views. That’s how mistakes and fights happen.

Valen, if he could have looked more scolded, it didn't show as shock was on his face that he had been so insinsitive. Immediately he turned to Eirik and said "I am deeply sorry Eirik...The queen is right, and I spoke out of turn. In truth...this whole business is rather stressing so I can hope you forgive me for speaking in such a way. It was never my intention to cast blame on you for anything." Valen's eyes at the priest would narrow as he thought more about that investigation. "A woman at the stables said that this witch, with the same name, sold her a mirror to talk with her dead husband...or something like that. The mirror was broken, however, and so I sought council with...Percival, who fixed the mirror, and then you gave me the key when I showed it to you. Why?" It was here when he looked over to Sabrina and saw that she certainly did not seem herself. For the moment, he would wait to see if anyone else got up to help her, or even ask if she was alright, so for now he focused once more to Eirik. "sir Eirik I do not think anyone here is doubting you....If you give me a moment to process everything?" Once he hears Reinhardt's speech, a well thought out one, he hated that he had to agree, but a ray of hope was put into his own heart and he looked between Erik and Sabrina, and Reinhardt. "I know this may seem like crazy talk...But hear me out. Sabrina, you are one of the most gifted healers, if not the sole light that this realm has to offer in that regards....Would it be possible, do you think, to heal these children? I am not much of a planner for healings and the like, I mainly deal with theoretics of magic and application of those theories in and outside of the classroom, and my knowledge of healing is woefully lacking. Do you think...that with enough preparation and time, that you could figure out a way to not only combat these infusions, but as well, rid them of their afflictions?" Finally, seeing that the mapped room was being given no attention, he would will it to close and vanish, before standing and walking over to her with a soft sigh "Also...you seem to be ill...or not feeling well. Is there anything I might be able to do?" His words were caring, and thoughtful, as was his very nature. Macon's words though seem to drown these ways out, but he remained hopeful that it might offer something. "If anything, perhaps, maybe it can at the least figure a way to protect Larket from attacks such as that...at the very least. But Macon is right, we have to deal with the internal threat before we focus on outside threats...but being -prepared- for them, and aiding -when- possible, is also a course we can afford?" He would ask, looking to the King for verification. "It would very much help the realm, and Larket would be known for it's benevolence, your highness." It was a cheap shot, but he knew that improving the opinion of Larket would also help the alliance, and help bury rumors that surrounded his king, -while- keeping the safety of the City in paramount.

Josleen shakes her head in agreement with Artia’s defense of witches. “Of course, the vast majority are not wicked.” #NotAllWitches Though the Queen has been bullied and harassed by witches in the past, which perhaps colors her perspective. She frowns when Sabrina looks confused and in pain. She rises and fetches the woman a glass of water and a pot of herbal tea leaves and a steeper. “For your head,” she explains. She squeezes Sabrina’s shoulder sympathetically then resumes her seat beside Macon just as Reinhardt poses the possibility of killing corrupted children as a ‘last resort’ mentioned from go. Josleen knows about ‘last resorts’ floated too early on: they happen. Macon is quick to spot her discomfort and remedy the situation. The priest clams up when Valen digs in. He shrugs and eventually admits, “She would sometimes pay me a little extra if I helped her business. She helped sad people. Gave them hope. So, she’d tell me, if someone brings you this or that, let them into the room. It was part of the theatrics of her business. To be honest, I don’t think she was very powerful or gifted.” The subject moves away from Brighid again, which lets the priest off the hook, but Josleen’s lips press into a humorless line. Did the King not just try to redirect focus inward? “Larket first,” she says to the room as a reminder. “Artia is already traveling to Chartsend to question the girl, so that Larket learns what we may potentially be up against. Whatever information Artia finds we can share with Venturil for mutual security, that is all well and good, but let’s not forget the objective of Artia’s mission is primarily for the security of Larket. Now, if the King,” she looks to her husband now, gaze a little soft and tone suddenly sweeter, “can spare Artia longer, and Sabrina too, to go with Eirik to Venturil and rescue and treat the rest of the children, then who could say no to such grace?” Now back to the room, her tone more imperious, “But here, in Larket, as the King has said, the priority is to create a list of witches so we know who is already living in Larket and may potentially be involved in witchcraft. Though honestly,” she relents with a sigh, “the idea of going door to door and asking if a witch lives there is a slow and tedious process. What do you think,” she’s looking primarily between Mythayus and Reinhardt, back and forth, “reporting some of these crimes and suspicions to the Herald and asking Larketian witches to self report, or non-witches to report suspected witches to be investigated. As Artia said, most witches are innocent, so why wouldn’t they report? The good ones will. It’s for the good of state security, and no one is accusing any of these witches of any crime. Nothing changes in their lives, but it makes law enforcement easier. It’s important to know who has what capabilities in Larket. The Academy of Magic maintains a record on mages and their powers If a mage commits a crime, we have a list of mages to turn to as a starting place. Their is no such record for witches, and yet they seem to be quite powerful, and we have no idea who they are or what they can do. I have faith the Larketian people will understand the need to create this record and support law enforcement.”

Artia sighed, "I agree, if the heart is filled with darkness we can't save them. But those not fully corrupted, maybe still a chance? The person behind all of this needs to be destroyed with no chance of doing anything else. If this is a dark witch, we have to use caution as he or she may have enchantments placed to kill those he or she is corrupting. If he or she dies, so do those. I" She pauses here, "Know of an item that can absorb ones magic completely, if they try to cast magic the item drains the life force. I wore it once, but a friend helped me get it off. If we capture the leader of this, maybe place it on him or her to keep from magic happening while we free others from corruption dealt upon them? if not that is fine, I will stand by what our king and queen want done." Holding her hands together, "No mercy for the person harming children. None, but we need to protect Larket first make sure the city state never falls." Permission was given and she gave him a smile, "As you wish my king, I will log everything every day to be sent to you nightly. I think it is important to scan and place protections against dark magic users in very important places. Wards even if need, dark magic is very sly." She looks to Josleen wanting her kept safe, "I'll report only to you two, before I share with any others to make sure of what you are willing for me to share. If that is alright? Or as you say, report findings of what is discovered. May I ask for a guard to help protect each of us that go? Maybe warrior guild would be willing to ask for a volunteer?" She looked to Eirik, offering a short lived grin, "Keep all guards of Larket here just incase."

Sabrina is grateful enough for Eirik’s explanation, though she feels guilty on how it must’ve sounded for him to take that tone in his defense. She sinks back in her chair, even going so far as to discretely unbutton the high constricting collar. She hears her name and strains to refocus but moves to stand so as to brace her weight on the backing of the chair, thus keeping her more alert. “Reinhardt is right. We can’t just dismiss the evidence before us, no matter what face it presents us with.” She was far colder about this than most would have expected about a Healer of her merit. But she stood true to her values. Was it wrong to kill a child if it was acting on a will not of its own, yes. But wasn’t it more evil to let it live and corrupt itself to damnation. She exchanges a less empty gaze towards Reinhardt. There was pain there, a little anger, and mostly understanding. She had plenty of time to get over it in his span of neglect toward her. She had the fortitude for times of war, not so much for other things. She stood by Larket’s Knight though, even if she felt his ascertaining of the situation was a bit out of proportion. It could very well be building to that right under their noses. Macon’s words keep borders in perspective but what follows leaves her relatively speechless. Her palm slips off the back of the chair when her King suggests an investigatory trip with the Witch and the Lycan. There are several reasons for her physical stammer, but she won’t breathe a word on it; The King has spoken. As a matter of fact, she makes it a point not to look at Artia or Eirik for the remainder of the meeting. Valen is helpful here and he earns a half smile. “In order to combat a witch’s corruption, my dear, you require a witch familiar with the possession. I am not a witch, and what takes these prisoners is not of nature. I can only heal the bodies, make sure they stay functional during the exorcising practice. Nothing more.” Her words were organized but weak, taking tiny sips of air as the attention is likely to draw to the only real witch in the room, what Larket would have to turn to for matters of the craft. Artia, who seems all too eager to get set on this trek with Eirik, alone. If the elfess wasn’t so sick right now she’d simply boil. She takes the gift from her Queen, a sympathetic warming of her posture and a faint smile with a silent thank you, but she is not sure how much longer she can keep this up. Her gaze keeps landing on those shadows guarding the door and inwardly she left this conversation to figure out a safe, and graceful exit. She is almost sick when her name gets mashed in with the pair of adventurers, but reasonably at this point, she would just be happy to get out of this room. “I need to make preparations.” So out of character as Sabrina excuses herself from this discussion, but it was either that or outright vomit on the Queen’s good chairs. She steps down and begins heading to the door, offering no real apology other than holding the back of her hand to her mouth. The closer she gets, the more it affects her. “Valen, for the love of Sven, please.” Her eyes are closed as she gestures to his work scattered and bubbling along the exit.

Eirik says nothing further and gives a bow to the council, the Knight and the King and Queen. Valens words ring in his head, and Eirik took no offense. He really was only here to give an account, his ‘idea’ of what had transpired. Of course the lycan would take anyone with him to meet the child Rachel. Finally “Thank you for hearing my account. I apologize for the topic of our meeting.” Eyes stay on the ground before the council. “If you,” he referred to the entire group, “Have need of assistance or my blade, I would help in any way possible. I am not okay with being idle.” The Lycan stands, turns on heal and leaves the conversation for the council to continue their deliberation. Like Reinhardt, the Northman leans against the wall waiting. He agreed with the ruling here entirely, Larket needed to worry about Larket. Even he himself would help out as much as possible.

Reinhardt listens and watches as the others discuss. Sabrina's backing on his stance is a surprise. After all, the pair both believe the other abandoned one another due to the interventions of Lady Deveruex. So, as the elfess leaves the council chambers, Reinhardt almost follows. Almost. he can't, for a few different reasons. She did leave him all alone, in a time he needed her most, so there is still a mountian of hurt there. But, his duty is here. He still needs to be dismissed by the King and Queen. So, once more the pair are seperated by fate itself. Reinhardt simply waits to see what the final order is, and will follow through with whatever task he is ordered with incredible efficiency. He does add though. "If the Valen does not mind, I ask that he accompany us as well. His understanding of magic in general, may prove invaluable here. As well, his experience with said list and registration can assist me and Mythayus greatly in this endevour." Here, he also adds out of respect to the vampire. " If you do not mind, that is."

Macon doesn’t exactly appreciate Valen questioning his decision, particularly since he is already willing to spare -some- aid in the form of Artia (and perhaps Sabrina, but only if she truly wishes to go after the Academy Instructor makes his plea), and the vampire is asking for -more- benevolence for an issue he has only just heard about in this meeting. However the king is very aware that Valen is prone to living in the moment, and so this sob story from Venturil has stolen his attention and perhaps made him forget that he is living in a city still trying to pull itself up from the recent disaster. What Valen is also either unaware of or has forgotten, is the Royals’ own burden of appeasing the people. A not insignificant amount of Larketians are already unhappy with how resources are being allocated in the recovery effort, so sparing more than is needed to this new outside crisis, no matter how heart wrenching, could cause more of a public backlash. Valen is forgiven, just barely, for having a heart that is too big, and only receives a medium intensity, slate glare from the king. He echoes Josleen’s call of ‘Larket first’ when he says coldly, “Lithrydel will ‘ave t’do with wha’ little benevolence Larket can spare.” When Josleen continues to speak, focusing those present on the new task at hand, The Rage Knight watches her with some visible admiration. He nods in agreement at some points, and punctuates her orders with a grunt of approval. Indeed, Artia herself has come forward as a witch and is above suspicion in spite of that fact. She could serve as the face of self-reporting to show other good witches in Larket that they have nothing to fear from being on this list being compiled. “Before you go t’Chartsend, I ask tha’ you give testimony to The Herald, encouraging other witches t’come forward as you ‘ave. ‘Earing this from you could ease any apprehensions they may ‘ave.” Macon is very receptive to the idea of wards and detection systems being put in place and assures Artia and Reinhardt that these measures will be looked into as soon as possible. He also looks forward to the witch’s reports on the issue in Venturil. With that, Macon looks to bring this meeting to a close, “Now… You all know wha’ is t’be done next.” Indeed, Mythayus, Valen, and Reinhardt are to be looking into the murder and the witch from the chapel of pleasure, The Herald will be used to field reports on witches, which those three will also be looking into, Sabrina is sick now, but she will have a decision to make on whether she wants to travel to Venturil (Charstend First) with Eirik and Artia, and Josleen has to continue trying to get pregnant. He lets all of them know, once more what their next steps are to be (not Sabrina, she’s escaping before she voms, and not Josleen, of course) “Tha’ will be all.” He thanks them all for coming and dismisses them. Oh and the priest has been cooperative, he can probably be released too.

Interrogation Room, Fort Freedom

Valen was not about to let the priest off the hook that easily, and would take a step towards him, eyes now shimmering with curiosity laced with excitement, and a knowledge that this priest now has let blood be smelled...and Valen was the shark. "No no, we are not done yet Sir. Brighid. she paid you extra, just for the sole purpose of giving people hope? Not likely. What else did she pay you extra for...and when will she be returning. Also, when was the last time you spoke with her? Does she know that she is now a suspect in an investigation? Well no doubt she does possibly...But she must have other contacts. I need descrptions of -everyone- that you can remember, and trust me deary, I will know if you are lying..I need descriptions of everyone you can remember, who came and showed you similar things to be let into that room, and I want them now. This is a matter of Larket security, and I will view -every- concealment of the truth by a lie, or omission, an act of treason and sedition. Nothing personal, I like you...and I have respect for the clergy, but this is too big to ignore now, and it is a chance for you to rise up...and do what is right, rather than what is easy." at sabrina's words a pang of guilt hit him. He had a hard time remembering about her curious nature, and with a flick of his wrist at her bidding, those shadows surrounding the outside of the doorframe on the outside of the room would vanish back to their respectable corners, becoming once more...regular unobtrusive shadows. He would have to apologize in person later, but for now he was like a hound on the scent, and he would not let up until he had this man who was in his grasp spilling everything. He -needed- this, for the safety of those around him, those he cared about, and for the civilians.

The Priest shrugs helplessly and stammers. "I have no clue if or when Brighid will be returning, sir. You need to believe me. Look... you know what I think of Brighid? She was a hack at being a witch, but gifted at being a con artist. She was selling these people hope, and you know what, is that really so bad? Far as I know she never hurt anyone, but then again I don't know all of what she did. She let me make some extra cash if I kept my head down and did simple tasks, so I did." He continues shrugging at all the follow-up questions and sighs exasperatedly. "Last I saw of her was before the wedding, around yule. She didn't say anything to me about leaving, she just stopped coming to the Chapel one day." The Priest nods at the request for a list and says, "Brighid had an assistant, another witch, Avery. I always saw them together. Then there were the clients. Belinda, the widow, who you met. Lucy's cousin Mary. A soldier who goes by Teddy, from the Red Tower who served under Lord Roldan. He left Larket earlier last year. The owner of the Larket General Store, and a maid from the Red Ogre whose name I never learned. If there were others, I never learned of them."

Valen stood there. Frozen in shock for the moment. He had hit the honeypot of information, and looked around for a moment before hugging the priest tightly. "Thank you!" Before releasing him from the grip. Finally there was one more question, as he could swear that he was on the right track and for once had actually done something useful. "One last question and then you are more than free to go, you wonderful wonderful man!" His face was beaming, gone was all the stress of the days, and for now that brilliant radiance he possessed shone through like a beacon on his most fair and feminine face and features. He seemed to positively glow.. "Avery. Did she seem like more of a gifted witch? Posess more knowledge maybe than Brighid? Maybe you don't know where Brighid is, but you are right. Fraud is the least of Larket's worries, but Avery. Do you have any more information on them?"

The Priest is surprised by the hug, but not disturbed by it. He's a priest of Delisha, and therefore not shy about touch. The Priest shakes his head. "I only ever saw Avery with Brighid. They were capable of some magic, but I'm not sure who did what."

Valen would nod his head, and quickly formulate things into motion. No need to tell the royals, more informationw as needed so he did not take up their time with each -little- detail. "No...No sir, you have been a wonderful help. Expect a donation to the Chapel, as well as my personal thanks for your help in this. I give credit, where credit is due. I am sure you can find your way back, or at the least someone will escort you out. I dunno. It's not really -my- fort...but I...I need to go! So much to do!" And with that, the priest was released and Valen was as merry as a schoolboy.