Rendering Decisions
Jul 12, 2007 3:18:59 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jul 12, 2007 3:18:59 GMT -5
Eresserod's Grand Master made his way slowly up the stairs to the palace. One of the guards, noticing only an elderly man trying to make it all the way up, kindly taps his sign and levitates the man, setting him down before the great doors.
"There you are, sir," the guard says cheerily. "I hope that's of some assistance. What is it that you need?"
Grand Master Spence sighed, and folded his hands within his robes. "I need to speak with the Queen, good sir. The matter is of utmost spiritual urgency..."
The guard shifted, uneasily. "Queen Lya is most distressed at the moment, and wishes not to speak with anyone if it does not concern her missing daughter."
Spence nodded slowly. "I can understand her wishes, but could you at least let her know that I am here? Be sure to mention my name. Grand Master Spense of Eresserod."
The guard gulped, and hastily departed. Not much longer later, he returned, and beckoned to Spence. Guard and Grand Master slowly walked down the halls of the palace to a sitting room, where Lya was sitting near a window, looking out. Her hands were wringing a lady's handkerchief viciously. The guard bowed out, leaving the two alone, though he was not too far away so as not to be summoned if something happened.
Lya looked over at the Grand Master. "Greetings," she whispered. She'd made herself hoarse calling for her daughter, and crying. The Grand Master bowed deeply to his queen.
"My condolences on your loss," he spoke softly. He was mildly startled when Lya ripped the handkerchief and rose, looking furious.
"She's not dead!" the Queen shouted, hysteria tinging her voice. "Don't you dare say that!"
Spence bowed again. "I apologize." Lya sat down heavily again and shut her eyes, forehead in her hand.
"No," she whispered. "I am just stressed. I trust this is a matter of the gravest import if you are here, Grand Master..."
"It is," Spense spoke softly. He came forth, and gingerly laid the letter he received on her dresser. The Queen leaned over and snatched it up, scanning over it. When finished, she set it back down and shut her eyes, lest she start crying. The Grand Master continued, "I wanted your advice on the matter."
After a long deliberation, Lya sighed out, "No. Not until my baby is found. Nobody of any martial prowess is to leave Talen'sul. I fear I might need every able bodied before this is over."
Accepting her wise advice, Spence bowed again, took the letter, and departed back to the monastery.
"There you are, sir," the guard says cheerily. "I hope that's of some assistance. What is it that you need?"
Grand Master Spence sighed, and folded his hands within his robes. "I need to speak with the Queen, good sir. The matter is of utmost spiritual urgency..."
The guard shifted, uneasily. "Queen Lya is most distressed at the moment, and wishes not to speak with anyone if it does not concern her missing daughter."
Spence nodded slowly. "I can understand her wishes, but could you at least let her know that I am here? Be sure to mention my name. Grand Master Spense of Eresserod."
The guard gulped, and hastily departed. Not much longer later, he returned, and beckoned to Spence. Guard and Grand Master slowly walked down the halls of the palace to a sitting room, where Lya was sitting near a window, looking out. Her hands were wringing a lady's handkerchief viciously. The guard bowed out, leaving the two alone, though he was not too far away so as not to be summoned if something happened.
Lya looked over at the Grand Master. "Greetings," she whispered. She'd made herself hoarse calling for her daughter, and crying. The Grand Master bowed deeply to his queen.
"My condolences on your loss," he spoke softly. He was mildly startled when Lya ripped the handkerchief and rose, looking furious.
"She's not dead!" the Queen shouted, hysteria tinging her voice. "Don't you dare say that!"
Spence bowed again. "I apologize." Lya sat down heavily again and shut her eyes, forehead in her hand.
"No," she whispered. "I am just stressed. I trust this is a matter of the gravest import if you are here, Grand Master..."
"It is," Spense spoke softly. He came forth, and gingerly laid the letter he received on her dresser. The Queen leaned over and snatched it up, scanning over it. When finished, she set it back down and shut her eyes, lest she start crying. The Grand Master continued, "I wanted your advice on the matter."
After a long deliberation, Lya sighed out, "No. Not until my baby is found. Nobody of any martial prowess is to leave Talen'sul. I fear I might need every able bodied before this is over."
Accepting her wise advice, Spence bowed again, took the letter, and departed back to the monastery.
