What Could it Hurt?

[Darastrix]

Lark listened to the assumptions and suppositions flying back and forth across the court with wide eyes. They didn't know if anything like that was going on! Slowly, she backed out of the hall and looked toward Tender and the others with a worried expression.

"It's not normal," she reported, glancing back over one shoulder, "but they're all taking this and running with it, talking Clears and slavers and slave trade to Ekaitz.... I think this might have been a mistake," Lark finished in a small voice.

[Kender Bard]

Tender had been listening in as the gossip spread in waves. She was looking a bit surprised herself. "Well we can't go to the Calders cause they're not here... I don't know what to do now."

[Darastrix]

"Maybe the guards?" Lark ventured. "Or just wait for the Calders to come home? I don't think...I mean, is this big enough to try to bother the council with?"

[Kender Bard]

"No," Tender said quickly, growing tense. She did not want to approach such a prestigious group of individuals. "I agree - we should wait for the Calders to come home."

[Darastrix]

Lark nodded, quick to agree. "Maybe the talk will have died down by then, too," she said hopefully.