The Office of the Thane, as busy as always, welcomed its visitors as it had for the duration of its opening thus far. Crisp air and the smell of cooked meat lazily drifted from the open windows of the kitchen while the foyer of the office held a warmth all its own. Business carried on, and with it the progress of the city.
Imperia had many grand buildings if one could find the right perspective to look at them so. The newly designated Office and Residence of the Thane was one of those. Situated in the Government district and flanked by trees perhaps more ancient then the city itself the Office of the Thane was purely a utilitarian place. That is, a place solely for business, governance, and the advancement of Imperia and its great populace. Located only a short walk from the Governors Mansion, the Office of the Thane was built from a building that use to have some obscure bureaucratic function.
Past massive open wrought iron gates revealed the walk through the well cut front lawn, tall trees flanking the walkway all the way to the double doors that invited all who came here. Decoration was only minimal on the way to the building, only the trees on either side of the walkway and grass after that. The stone walkway itself made out of some unknown stone that one had to guess to be imported. Outside the large wooden double doors that held entrance to the building were two massive flags emblazoned with the seal of Imperia on the right, and the flag of the Sultanate of Arakmat on the left. A balcony was perched above, jutting out from the dirty gray stone building.
Inside the double doors was the main foyer, a place lavishly decorated with many rugs and candles. A large wooden desk was situated in the middle of the room with comfortable chairs to either side of the front double doors for any visitors waiting. A young Esh'lahier woman with silver hair worked behind the desk only looking up when the doors open. She declared her name to be Lir'anna, the Thanes secretary. "Serale, welcome to the office of his lordship Archalen Esgalvith. Please sign in on the visitors book here on the desk and inform me of your business with the Office of the Thane."
Behind Lir'annna and between twin staircases that allowed access upstairs was a hallway that went straight back with rooms on either side. The doorways in the hallway revealed, if opened, a study, a small library, an entertaining room complete with chairs and dance space (only slightly smaller then a ballroom), and the kitchen. In the back was the Thanes office. Candles flickered everywhere all during the brightening and darkening, unaware of the window behind the Thanes desk and chair which faced the doorway. The place was well lit and held a giant map of Imperia to the left wall. On the Thanes desk were papers stacked high, a never ending rain of work. His Lordship, Archalen Esgalvith would be found behind the desk. A small bar was situated to his right. A trap door lay under the chair of the Thane hidden beneath a rug that went down into the basement of the place, but was always locked.
If one chose to go up the stairways in the foyer you would find the private residence of the Thane. There were two guest rooms, the private room of the Thane himself, and the staff quarters. Also on the top floor to the left of the dark hallway that held all the private residence was a ladder that one could use to access the roof of the Office of the Thane. From this vantage point once could see all around the small estate.
The Office of the Thane was a nest of activity, but always found time for those who had business there.
(ooc: interactions already in progress to be completed in the Office of the Thane-Spring & Summer thread.)
It was foremost in the elf's mind to immediately inform the Thane of his return to his post upon his entrance in to the city. Not more than three candlemarks afterward, after receiving a briefing from his staff of all that had transpired in his absence, he wrote a letter to the Thane. It was delivered by the Aedile's personal aid and guard, a young blond human named Alwyn Bristow.
It was penned in the impeccable script that had been commonplace before the last two letters the Thane received, more than a month prior.
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Lord,
I returned to our city not more than four candlemarks ago, from a period of reflection and grieving after the death of my mother.
I have already been briefed by my staff and learned all is well, all projects moving forward as intended and expected. I will immediately resume all my activities in full capacity commencing next brightening.
I thank you greatly for your understanding.
I wish you all the best,
Eraisuithon Nan'tathren
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
The blond haired courier was back with a letter for the eye's of the Thane.
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Times, it has appeared, have begun to change once more. Imperia is again returning to activity as it experienced before the catastrophe that is often discussed, businesses are beginning to pop up and sources of employment are increasing (thanks greatly to the progressive work of the city government).
However, it has occurred to me that there are a great number of things still that can be done, after all it is not just our desire to return Imperia to pre-meteor status but to build it up to greater heights than ever.
I have pondered a many things and the following are a few items of interest.
1) From the Governor himself- perhaps to create more economic interest in the city we should offer free shop space to new businesses (artisans or tradespeople) for the period of 6 months or an era rent free. Such would release some of the many burdens on new businesses and allow a period for them to establish themselves in the city. Once the period it up they would be given the opportunity to purchase the building. If said idea seems agreeable I can send the proper information on vacant city owned properties to the Imperian Office of Commerce.
2) Many Imperian's living conditions it appears are of very poor quality, ramshackle and disgusting. Is that the image we should like to convey to the Empire of our citizen's lives and lifestyle? I would propose a project wherein the city commissions the construction of a housing development to provide shelter and suitable housing for the people of Imperia. The housing, small houses and apartment tenements, would not be lavish or grand but rather they would not be squalor or decaying. Said hovels and apartments would be sold to the citizen for a mortgage of say 4 or 5 crowns per cycle, an extremely small price that could be easily paid back of the period of 3 or 4 eras.
3) With Imperia growing once more, it is important for the government to expand to meet the growing needs of the population. The Aedile's office is an example of what must be adjusted for the future. Currently, the one-room building is managing all affairs that would be the usual jurisdiction of the office, but also managing several other city departments. The city tax office has not been rebuilt since it was destroyed either, and I fear city tax officials are not able to collect all that is due under the current conditions. I once proposed building a larger building to facilitate the needs of the Aedile's Office, the Tax Service, and all other departments. I hope you will consider that proposal.
All things I have mentioned here in this letter are said in the intention of bettering our city,
Eraisuithon Nan'tathren
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
The courier often employed by the Senior Aedile arrived bearing a letter for the departing Thane.
Secrets :
My Lord,
It is with no small amount of surprise that I received your last letter, and now with a heavy heart I pen my reply. I suppose I can admit that I have always thought that one brightening I might be presented the opportunity to take up the mantle as Thane. But I never did think the brightening would present itself so soon. Imperia has risen up from a pile of rubble on the shores of the Bay, to a true city under your guidance.
I thank you dearly for your recommendation, and your faith in my person. And I will state here, now, that I shall indeed pursue the Thaneship of our city. I do this knowing that there are few in this city that would do it looking to better the people, rather than their own pockets. I do this for the empire, as you have done, and I hope I might be as successful as you were.
It has been an honor to serve under you, and I pray that you succeed in your future projects. It is my sincere hope we might one day meet again.
Eraisuithon Nan'tathren
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
In the hands of an eccentric old wizard in black robe and raspberry beret atop a shock of unruly white hair came a missive penned by the Regent’s own hand. Encased in a sealed leather tube embossed with the Imperial insignia, a sheet of fine parchment was rolled snug, bound with a wide band of black velvet ribbon and marked again with the Imperial insignia, this time stamped in gold. Once surrendering his directive directly into the hands of Archalen Andares, the plump and colorful mage excused himself with a flamboyant tip of his beret, exited the thane’s offices and not far from those very doors themselves, blinked out of sight.
The Forty-ninth Brightening of Imperos, Autumn of Era XIV
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To the attention of: His Grace Archalen Andares
lord Thane of Imperia
Office of the Thane, Imperia in the Sultanate of Arakmat
From the desk of: His Most Imperial Excellency Milo L’Evienne
Imperial Regent to the Aelyrian Empire
The Imperial Palace in the Principality of Prime
Your Grace,
In hopes this letter finds you in good health and spirits, greetings from the Imperial Palace. You are correct in regards to the recent resignation of lord Jones as he has informed me of his desire to focus on needs of family for a time, and while as a family man myself I have nothing but the highest respect for his decision and so my full support as well, it is with an added hope that in the future he might wish for a return to the political realm and official service to the Empire, for his contributions and dedication over the course of his service at many levels has been invaluable, and the results of his dedication still keenly felt in the areas he has served. He has accomplished great things for Arakmat when there have been many challenges in the wake of the disaster that once befell the city of Imperia. His work in the province is of enormous value to myself, as to the province and no question that his official presence will be keenly missed there.
I am glad to hear of continued progress in the city of Imperia, though word of your pending resignation comes unexpectedly. From all accounts, you have served the city well and beyond expectations during your tenure and former Governor Jones has always spoken highly of your efforts. Still, it is encouraging to hear that your service will continue in other realms of service and I wish you good fortune in your endeavors.
On the matter of the now vacant Governor’s chair, I should inform you, should you not be aware already that a wholly capable and dedicated Consul to Arakmat has recently been appointed and has been in the process of settling into her role. This official presence should to a large degree aid in alleviating any concerns as to the province’s continued welfare and stability while I am in the process of reviewing a suitable candidate to fill the Governor’s seat. To that aim, in the coming cycles I will be paying a personal visit to the province to do just that and so the vacancy that now exists should be a brief one indeed.
It is my habit not to meddle personally in the official realms of the Empire’s Governors lest extraordinary circumstances deem otherwise, including the choosing and appointing of their officials. On the other hand, here we find a situation where the city of Imperia must not suffer a vacancy of its own in the form of an official caretaker until such a time as a Governor is appointed. In light of this, and in light of your recommendation and praise for the service of Mr. Nan’tathren, I believe there is a solution that will serve both purposes well. You will find enclosed with this missive a writ signed by my own hand, which assigns to Mr. Nan’tathren the title and designation of Lord Protector to Imperia. This role as it relates specifically to the local level of government brings with it all of the authorities, amenities and responsibilities otherwise afforded the role of Thane, but is transitory in nature until such a time as is decided otherwise. The prerogative of doing so, I respectfully leave to the next Governor to Arakmat, who I have every faith will be chosen in the very near future. To her or him, I leave the task of reviewing the suitability and performance of Mr. Nan’tathren during this time, and the prerogative of then confirming him to the office of Thane to Imperia should she or he see fit. In anticipation that this settles all concerns for the continuing welfare of Imperia, I wish Mr. Nan’tathren good luck in his new role as Lord Protector, and to you in yours Your Grace.
Warm regards,
Milo L’Evienne
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I believe that the moment is near when, by a procedure of active paranoiac thought,
it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality.
- Salvador Dali -
Last edited by Milo L'Evienne; July 18, 2008 at 02:12 PM.
Reason: corrected TS
Why had he bothered to come? Why had he thought it necessary to haunt the Office of the Thane while it was still held under the power of a most familiar esh'lahier for just a few more candlemarks? Eraisuithon Gil'dae was not usually sentimental on any noteworthy level, not anymore. He could tell himself that he had been cured of that most unfortunate condition, tempered by the fires of the city around him. He was not completely devoid of any emotion, simply.. more reserved, more apathetic than he had once been.
There had never been any love for the Thane named Archalen, no companionship or even feeling of compatriotism. Not even the kind between a general and his soldiers. No, it had simply been a working relationship on the most basic of levels. And perhaps it was that reason that he came to offer his farewells to the departing official, to speak with him once before he left in the next brightening. That or curiosity.
The autumn breeze swept off of the bay basking the city in cool air while the rays of the brightening shone down on the stirring streets. The Aedile felt an awkward feeling as he swept through the doors of the Office of the Thane, an office he hoped to take, and made towards the desk of a familiar secretary.
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
The Silence inside was deafening. Opening the heavy wooden doors that the Aedile had no doubt passed many times the foyer was barren as it was eerily quiet. Inside held naught but the faint murmur of a conversation coming from the back hall, near the room the Aedile knew to be the Thanes Office. If by chance the curiosity of the Aedile would lead him back he would find the door to the office open, as it remained very often. There inside was both the Thane and another, also vaguely familair esh'lahier. The thane spoke in quickly and softly to the other that stood before him, an older gray skinned esh'lahier with a wooden leg. The Thane grinned largely, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Wearing a brown vest with a black undershirt and comfortable brown pants the Thane caught the footsteps of the Aedile and ended his conversation abrubtly. Both elfs looking to the Aedile before turning back to each other and offering a minicule upturn of their lips. Gesturing for the ancient esh'lahier to leave, the Thane waited for Eraisuithon to enter the office.
Mylair, the ancient elf with a crooked gait bore of missing a limb flashed a smile and wink to the Senior Aedile before leaving the office. So then that was it, leaving the office open for Eraisuithon to enter. The Thane walked around his desk and procurred a scroll and gently laid it on his desk. Cool air filtered in from the open window behind him, looking over the small private garden. There were packed crates and boxes scattered around the office, all packed but only just waiting to be loaded. Without words the Thane gestured to the still unpacked bar to the right of the desk, asking the Silrosian for a preference of drink. Despite the Senior Aediles lack of fondness over the current Thane, Archalen held a bit of favor for the raven haired elfkin, mostly for a precieved notion of loyalty. True or not, Eraisuithon held the esh'lahier noblemans favor, for reasons that were likely unknown to the Andares elf himself. An understanding, thats what the Thane percieved between the two of them.
So, here they were. A crossroads, of sorts. Here in the middle of a rebuilt Imperia, after toiling for so long Archalen looked to the elf who very shortly would be proclaimed Thane of Imperia. In truth, Archalen was not envious of the duties that laid before his protege. Contrary, ever since knowing he could relieve himself of the burdens of leadership of this backward city he could literally feel his health improve. His apathy towards anything also was starting to diminish slowly. For the very feelings that Eraisuithon (or lack thereof) held had already been on the shoulders of the Thane for some time now, and he was glad to exit the city that had molded him so. Looking to the Senior Aedile with nothing but a curious stare he examined and waited.
The elfkind's steps were pronouncedly light, airy, as he wandered down the corridor following the voices flowing from Archalen's office. He paused at the entrance, and spared a quick nod towards the departing visitor before his attentions were snatched by the Thane. He offered a pallid hand, marred with dry ink stains to Archalen. He had always liked the human form of greeting, a firm manly handshake and greeting while looking the greeted keenly in the eyes. It was physical contact. It was up close and personal. It was Imperia.
He had never disliked Archalen, or ever hated the esh'lahier or felt contempt. The man had only ever offered employment to an elf recently escaped from the confines of the Syl'rosyan wood, eager to please and to leave the home of his ancestors where he felt repressed and undesired. He had unknowingly offered an escape which led the Aedile's character to grow and refine itself. Would he be who he was now if it were not for that grain of faith shown? Would he still be in the depths of darkness, ignorant and unknowing? Perhaps. It was only now that he was falling to the fate of the man before him, apathy, but unlike his senior he felt as if scales were falling from his eyes... And where the shadow elf was happy to leave he was happy to stay.
"Archalen"
The word was soft on his tongue, new and altogether foreign to his lips. He had never addressed the Thane by his name, rather always used his official title. But it was now that he felt like he might address the elf not exactly as an equal, but on more of a personal note atleast. He offered a tender smile and strode towards the bar. "Let me get you a drink." Provided there was no objection, he carefully poured a small glass of amber whiskey and then the beverage of choice of Archalen himself. Again he did not know why he had bothered to come. He had been drawn for some reason or another, not eager as some would expect just to wait for the Thane to leave and then investigate the post that was being vacated. He had never been a friend of the Thane, never a true friend, but there was some attachment. Perhaps he looked up to him. Perhaps he had become endeared to an elf younger than he who had perpetuated himself into the top tier society from ambiguity.
"I didn't feel proper with just a letter. I felt as if I should come and see you before you left, to gods know where."
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
Never one for physical contact, the Thane was polite yet somewhat hesitant in his handshake. Neither too firm nor too weak the handshake was one of relentless practice and refinement, having accumulated the balance of business and power all in one simple gesture. Archalen held a light behind those gray eyes of his, something danced within, something as of yet unknown. This elf before the Andares nobleman had much potential, that was apparent. Wondering briefly if perhaps Eraisuithon could handle the responsibilites and personal stress that leading a city would no doubt wear on him, the shadow elf shrugged internaly for that was not his business nor want. No, the lithe silrosian before him would endure, as he had done. And perhaps through the action of bringing glory to this city the elf would also discover things about himself, much as the current Thane had. There were rough times surely, but looking back the esh'lahier would never hestiate to do it all over agian.
Of course, had he the temperment when he started that he possesed now..... Well, such things are hindsight anyways, the what if's of history as the learned men would say. One thing was certain however, this Senior Aedile inherited a city much better then the one fate had handed to his predecessor. And then another thought entered the unstable mind of Archalen. Had he done his duty proper before leaving? To prepare this elf to be placed as the bastion and protector of this city? A chill crept up his spine. There was so much he could have done to prepare this elf! So much time wasted that could have been spent furthering the legacy of Imperia inside the forestkin. Ah, but times as those had passed. Only the Gods, and historia itself, would judge that now.
Wincing slightly at the informal use of his name Archalen recovered quickly. At least he hadn't have delt with the one called Demda and her insisting cries of "Archie". The mere thought of the offending nickname, in retrospect, made the Thane chuckle although such a grave mistake was very serious to the nobleman back then. Uplifted eyebrows and a curious and offgaurd grin took the face of the Thane at his aediles offer to pour a drink. Almost at a loss of words for the usually reserved elf the Thane could only softly speak; "....by all means" with a gesture towards the bar. He watched carefully the pouring of the drinks, a habit as much as an unconcious action.
Once drinks had been poured for both elfs the Thane silently raised his glass in an informal toast to the two of them. Thinking that the Aedile obviously knew what was happening, or at least, that perhaps his Regency Milo sent a copy to the Aedile, the Thane didn't try to hide any mirth for the Aedile. Gesturing for the Aedile to have a seat the Thane opened a draw in the desk and produced a small wooden box full of cigars. Arakmatian smoke leaves to be exact, and held the box open towards his opposite asking silently if the elf cared for one. Ioannes knew, there had been many he shared a cigar with in this office during the recent months. "I appreciate your stopping by...." the thane absently added as he chopped of the end of the cigar with a crude metal tool, not before making sure the window behind him was open. "In fact...." he added, puffing on the treat to make sure it had lit correctly "I have some very interesting news....of which you may find very.......enjoyable." Not bothering to hide his grin the cool eyes of the Thane looked to the future leader of Imperia.
1st Brightening of Ponutis, Era I
Winter of Era XV P.F.
Unaware of her brother's promotion to Lord Protector and Pending Thane of Imperia, Larien had had the messenger deliver the correspondence to the Aedile's office, as always, but upon arrival, the elven man had been directed towards the Thane's office instead. Confused but unquestioning, the messenger had done just that, taking his sealed letter addressed to simply Eraisuithon to the office of the Thane. It was a short letter, shorter than most the young woman sent to her beloved brother, but as the elfess saw the times changing -- and very rapidly at that -- she became more and more wary of what she put into writing. They would be able to speak more freely to each other once they were finally together in person again.
Toror'amin,
The times have changed. You see it, too. I know you share my fears. I know you share my dreams. I will come to you at the change of the seasons so that we can speak further. We will have to move quickly and with purpose -- no later than the end of spring. I will speak to those we can trust. Sadly those will be few and far between. You are the only one I truly trust in all of this. I wish I could spend my birth-brightening with you, toror', but duties will keep me away until spring.
Eraisuithon could sense the Thane's hesitance as he shook hands with the man, and he hoped awkwardly after his informal greeting that he had not erred. He wanted to see the Thane off on a good note, on one that perhaps would resonate into future. When an person lived for a millennium it was always wise not to make enemies, not to burn bridges, and not to do so by simple omissions. He was not here for a singular purpose but he felt strongly it was of paramount importance that he watch the esh'lahier off as not only a weak acquaintance, a man who had worked with another, but hopefully something more.
It was a lovely notion, he reasoned as he watched the amber liquid swirl and rapidly fill up the small glasses. He turned slowly back towards the thane holding a beverage carefully in each hand, one of which he presented to Archalen and another which he brought to his lips to sample. He had hardly been one for alcohol before he had come to Imperia, but he had been cured of that quickly and developed a decent palette. Similar had happened for a number of things. "You always seem to have quality beverages" he remarked lightly with the makings of a smile, sweeping into a seat and resting the cool glass on the edge of the Thane's desk. He inspected the fine arakmatian cigars, and then he was smiling. "And cigars too, it seems!" He indulged in selecting one and snipping off the end himself. It was a filthy habit, but it was a method of fitting in, or rather not standing out. The smell of power was wafting cigar smoke.
What hospitality would he give if he one day were to sit behind the desk of the office and not merely in front of it? What policies would he enact, how would the city change, what would he do? The Aedile's shifting eyes took in the remnants of the office and these questions he asked of himself. It was a set of purely hypothetical musings, but he found himself pressed to answer them. Would he be a good leader, would he ever be able to do his predecessors proud, if it were to happen? Of course.. most Thane of Imperia were completely corrupt men who ruled the city like a business. Would he do that, if he were to inherit the seat of Thane?
Eraisuithon toasted with Archalen, and smiled, a little bemused but even more so confused. He hadn't an idea of what the Thane was up to.. "I was happy to come" he said, lighting up the rolled tobacco between his fingers and following the lead of the Thane in taking a puff. And then Archalen was grinning, an uncharacteristic action, and he couldn't help but to reciprocate the action. "What is it?" he asked with slightly arched brows "what has happened?"
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
Giving his voice the freedom to produce a chuckle, an act that had not lent itself to frequency much these last few months, the Thane nodded and took a puff of the cigar. "You have happened, Eraisuithon Nan'tathren." he replied cryptically. The shadow elfs spirits had indeed rose to almost unprecedented levels the last few brightening. Whether it was for the adventure he would soon undertake or perhaps the realization that there was indeed life after Imperia wasn't known. But, standing up and moving to the wall where the enlarged map of the city hung Archalen gestured toward it, with wide movements still with the grin intact. "Imperia. I have done well here........I have fullfilled our tasks not only to the citizens here, but to the very....Gods themselves." If the Senior Aedile wasn't yet use to Archalens grand and exaggerated ways of describing things, he should at least have recognized the pattern.
Archalen turned toward the silrosian. "But you......" he said, with a tap of his chin and raised eyebrows of white. "You have served me well. You have.....exceeded my expecations of what was capable." With this he let the sentence sink in before continuing. Turning around he walked back behind his desk and took a seat lightly, gingerly. Clasping his long thin fingers together in a steeple the esh'lahier leaned back and mused. "I do remember, Senior Aedile, that I once told you should you serve me well.....you, yourself,...would be rewarded. Being an elf of my word I took it upon myself to have a brief discourse with....his excellency the Regent himself." A swirl of the glass and a shallow drink to wet the tongue before proceeding. Then the Thane took on a different look. Leaning over the table he eyed Eraisuithon critically and spoke in a whipser, in a tone almost of conspiriacy.
"His most Imperial Excellency is in agreement with me. Imperia needs strong leaders for the future.........people who can continue our work." Archalen said, adding a gesture like dough being squeezed in the hand. Making sure that Eraisuithon had been listening he continued; "In short Eraisuithon Nan'tathren of Silrosia, people like you". And with that, Archalen passed the elf the missive that the Regent himself wrote. Leaning back he took a drink and a puff, waiting for the staff member to abosrb what favor had befallen him.
The Sylrosian could only awkwardly stare at the Thane as he made his veiled comments, trying to figure out as best he could what the man was alluding to. The answer to his query that he had happened wasn't of much help either, and served only to further perplex the aedile. If it was any less of a person leading him in circles like Archalen was, he might of been angry, but the departing Thane's jovial mood and light demeanor was pleasant and it was not Eraisuithon's intention to rouse the esh'lahier from his pleasant mood.
So, grinning all the more once Archalen made his typical exaggerated references he listened contentedly and waited expectantly for an answer. He bowed his head when the discussion briefly turned to his own work, and ended on a quizzical expression once more when Archalen reiterated the old promise which he did remember from the first time he had laid eyes upon the other. So he was going to be rewarded for his work, what type of reward did the soon departing thane have in his head to give him?
The elf kin looked positively scandalized once the Regent was brought up.
A slight stutter befell his usually crisp words. "What.. What do you mean the regent?" But the elf was not totally oblivious and ignorant of everything.. and as the thane, the former thane continued to speak the words were sinking into his head and he suddenly was realizing what had happened. He couldn't help but readily snatch up the missive with his free hand and read it intensely. His lips inched open minutely as he advanced along the page, finally placing it back silently on the desk and falling back in his chair with a deep sigh.
"Oh.."
He drowned a mouthful of the whiskey and took a puff of the cigar.
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"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang."
A letter arrived with the late evening courier and was addressed to the offices of the lord protector of the city of Imperia. It was from the neighbour city of Arakmat and bore the seal of Vizier Al Hattar. when opened it would read the following.
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To Eraisuithon Nan'tathren
Lord Protector of Imperia
Does
Godah Pasha
Akhenaslan Al Hattar, Vizier of Sultan Rafiq Al Hakkar of Arakmat
