Grayell and Margrett have been busy discussing the future of Wistvale and hashing out their ideas and how they might come together on many matters. Surprisingly, it seemed they were learning to compromise - and in doing so were actually arriving at BETTER solutions, concept and aspirations that were rather grand and pleased them both. Mostly.
But an NPC clerk arrived to announce they had a guest. Grayell held the door for Margrett and headed downstairs from their somewhat shared office now.
Oh c'mon now, you're the organized one, presided over the court and so on...
Grayell nudged her with his elbow as they rounded the stairs and entered the lower hall. There was a man who seemed quite anxious waiting for them, wringing his hands. He spoke with a nervous disposition.
"My lord and milady... I have been sent to request your aid in a rather delicate matter. You have garnered some... acclaim for your governing of your town and the man I represent is of the opinion that your expertise could be of some use.."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but smiled. Her smile faltered when they encountered the man, listening to what he had to say. She gave Grayell a thoughtful look, then looked back to the man.
It's good our word has reached the ears of obviously powerful people. Where you from, sir? And who sent you?
"His Lord Regent Anders of the city-state Rowingson. He has requested that you aid him in these times, he is afraid outright civil war may happen should something not be done to quell the situation immediately. He only asks for your counsel, he would not put you in harms way."
Grayell was leaning against the table, arms folded. He'd discovered a new type of candy in the merchant market and was rolling the hard candied ball about his mouth, the stick it sat on protruding from his lips and waggling about.
Interesting. He does realize we have our own town to run, correct?
Grayell... She gave the man a look, then stood next to Grayell, talking quietly to him.
If we make powerful friends we'll have the political leverage to ask for resources. I think Wistvale can last for a little while while we go help them out.
Grayell followed her eyes as she spoke and his mouth frowned, not in displeasure but in consideration. He shifted the strange candy in his mouth and nodded. He too spoke quietly.
You do know this can draw negative attention to us, right? If we're associated with a civil war, well we do more harm than good. Are we sure we can even help these people?
If we choose carefully, we ca pull out if we think it's too dangerous. She tapped the table once, setting her jaw in thought.
I think we should at least see. Coming to us to solve something like a civil war is kind of an honor. If we refuse that'll color our reputation. It'll get around and immediately we'll be working uphill.
Grayell removed the sucker from his mouth ans spun it, the light catching on the moist red candy.
Huh. Rasberry.
Alright, this is your rodeo. I'm going to put my faith in your decision alright? We need some more info though. And perhaps we should consider whether we have anyone at our disposal who might be of some use in this matter.
Grayell looked at her sideways for a moment and popped it back in his mouth.
No. There's no substitute for the real thing.
He thought a moment longer and then looked at the ambassador, his voice louder of course.
Alright. We'll do it. We want compensation and transport arranged, this is hardly a good time for us to be heading off on such a matter. But your plight does concern us somewhat, we'll do our best to help.
The ambassador seemed almost shocked then and bowed gratefully.
"Very good! I must leave immediately but a carriage shall be here in the morning! I will rush to his excellence with word of your acceptance!"
The ambassador rushed out, bowing and praising them very excitedly. Grayell looked at Marg after he had left and chuckled.
Why do I feel like this is going to be one of those adventures?
His teeth gnashed through the last of the candy with an audible shatter and he removed the worn stick with a 'huh' that bordered on a chuckle. He tossed it in a waist basket and headed for the door.
Ah well, see you come morning I suppose. I have to see about some more candy...
Grayell fleshed out his evening a little at least and purchased more of the new candy in various flavors, took Kiko to a romantic dinner and explained the trip and had a wonderful night on the town. He spoke to handful of people in regards to what he needed and expected whilst he was gone and even delegated temporary authority to Kerag to boss the guards around some.
When Marg arrived he was chatting with their driver of what was a rather elaborate - and large carriage. He noticed her and shook the drivers hand before he opened the door for her.
So, quite the ride ahead of us. You ready? Bring a book?