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Emerald Falcon

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  1. Ialai was concerned by recent events. An ambassador getting killed was unusual, but not unbelievable given the congregation of Rosharans. Not every country was at peace with each other, and some might use a night like this to further their own goals. An attack on a Brightlady, however, in the very same hour as the first murder... that raised some questions.
  2. As the timestream began to accelerate, Ialai considered Prince Elhokar’s offer. It seemed... interesting.
  3. Ialai experimentally tossed a sphere in the air and watched it slow as it left her hand, worming upwards at a much more sluggish rate. An interesting phenomenon. Perhaps she was drunk, hallucinating. A rare occurrence for her. It hadn’t happened often, even during nights of reverie. And Ialai hadn’t drunk that much - had she? Nevertheless, she considered throwing something at Wit, as it would make less of a spectacle while achieving the same effect, and decided against it. Instead, she plucked the now falling sphere out of the air and began to stride towards the others.
  4. "Of course, my King," Ialai said smoothly. "We would be glad to assist in your search."
  5. "It's an agreeable arrangement," said Ialai. "The commoners don't antagonize the royalty, and the royalty don't chop off the commoner's heads. Works for both sides." She wrinkled her nose at the animal droppings. Tearim appeared to be doing a valiant effort to clear the hall of the animals, and she had half a mind to applaud him. Eventually, though, the stench and commotion had caused her to have enough. "Can someone get these chulls out of here?"
  6. Ialai frowned. “We have both been close friends with many of the Kholins. Our accusation of Adolin was in self defence when we realised that he was plotting to kill someone, and we were mistakenly told it was Torol.”
  7. Ialai scowled at a passing chull, as if her piercing gaze would somehow drop it dead. The animal bleated and began to shamble in a different direction, trampling a chair. The wood cracked beneath a massive foot. “Great,” she said. “Wit brought some of his friends.” But, for all her pretended concern about the chaos within the hall, she knew that it was her inner turmoil that made her on edge. They had received faulty information - that meant someone was lying to them. And, amongst it all, people had been planning to murder. Now, Ialai was not above such things, but never had she tried to kill someone herself. She got other people to do it. And, to further muddy the waters, someone else appeared to be lying as well. How much of what they said could be trusted from now on? How much of anything anyone said could be trusted? Ialai hoped to get to the bottom of it soon. Because when everyone was lying, you couldn’t be sure of who was planning to stab you in the back.
  8. “So it’s all right for people to plan murder, but heaven forbid someone lets the authorities know! That way, we might actually have a safe and trustworthy society!” Ialai adjusted her hair, and continued. “As far as I am aware, you did not reconsider your plan until the votes started flying. That in itself is a pretty big condemnation, let alone planning to revert to murder instead of using diplomacy.”
  9. “He hasn’t done anything,” said Ialai, “but plot to murder a defenceless Beggar, then his own father, then accuse a Brightlady, his cousin, of sabotaging the treaty to save himself. They are now attempting to kill the person who revealed, at significant risk to themselves, their deception. That seems to threaten the court’s stability a little more, I should think.”
  10. “Tearim,” said Ialai, “I think you should find it more concerning that Adolin may have been plotting to kill either Torol, one of Gavilar’s closest allies, or his own father. We should put Alethkar’s safety first, and the fact that Adolin has been confirmed to be planning for so long to kill his target instead of using diplomacy shows that he is a threat to all of us. We have no proof that his group changed their mind about the attack - in fact, we have opposite proof from a member of their own. I will therefore continue to hold my vote against Adolin.”
  11. “He appears to devote a lot of time to it.” Ialai raised her hands to draw attention. “Whether Aesudan was responsible for the attempt on Klade is neither here not there for now. I and others have voted on Adolin as we are concerned about the way he was approaching his goals. We received multiple reports that he planned to kill someone this cycle. I believe that Klade is unlikely to be attacked again as it would be hard to muster an appropriate following for two turns in a row, and I have yet to see evidence that proves that Aesudan was involved. For the sake of Torol, we must ostracise Adolin until he can come to his bearings.”
  12. “I agree with these claims,” said Ialai. “I have seen the evidence for myself, and Adolin Kholin is the culprit.”
  13. Ialai stopped another smile as Wit left once again. It appeared Aesudan had a sharp tongue and mind, enough to match his. She would have to remember that, as she suspected that the Prince’s wife was often politically underestimated. “A shame, indeed. Sometimes I wonder why King Gavilar fond enough to keep him, given how much he slanders his family and allies. How long can he possibly meddle with things? No matter. But the feast is going well, thank you.”
  14. Ialai watched him leave and, frowning, bent over to pick the rock back up. “Wit, please be careful with who you insult. Should you continue to insult the Alethi elite...” She let the insult trail off, knowing full well that she could not touch him on this night of reverie. With disdain, she placed the moss-covered stone on a nearby table.
  15. Ialai watched Wit scurry away, slinking back into the crowd. It was if he was trying to avoid the fallout of his remarks. It wouldn’t work. Eventually, the Wit would meet his end on somebody’s blade. Probably not hers, and probably not tonight, but eventually. Storms, she’d do it herself if she could, and do everyone a favour. She turned back to Klade. “In any case, we are glad you have signed the treaty, if only so we can learn more about the world the Almighty has created. You are an interesting species. I hope relations continue to go well between us.”
  16. “Wit does not give everyone equal attention,” Ialai said, despite herself. “He gives certain people... unfair amounts. Unfortunately, my husband and I are two such people, although I cannot imagine why. If you gave as a chance you might find us as quite pleasant.”
  17. “Indeed. You seem like you have everything you need.” Except proper culture, religion, and civilisation. “What I do not understand, however, is why our King decided on this treaty. You seem aware that we are a warlike people, and many expected Gavilar to invade rather than make peace, as he has done before. So I am left wondering: what sort of things can your people offer us? What can the Parshendi give in exchange for the items we will invariably provide?”
  18. Ialai smiled. There was certainly an intelligence to this species. They were not mindless brutes as some had claimed. “Of course,” she continued, “but you certainly are hoping for something more through this arrangement. Trade? Weaponry? Connections? Undoubtably there are things your people require that we can provide.” She had once heard that you could judge much about a person by learning what they valued. She would find out now. A clatter from the edge of the Hall distracted her, and she watched Dalinar enter, obviously drunk. Ialai couldn’t hold back a smile.
  19. “I am enjoying the festivities, thank you. You have provided very interesting music.” She tried to remember the parshman’s name. “Tell me, Klade. Why did you decide to make a deal with our people? No doubt you were thriving on your own.” Privately, Ialai doubted that. “What motivated you to sign the treaty?”
  20. Ialai was especially surprised when the Parshendi woman accepted Adolin’s offer of dance, although she originally seemed surprised, even shocked. Their emotions were very different to the Alethi, and their strange humming did unsettle her slightly. But she needed to speak with them, understand them, and it was obvious her husband did not want to. Unfortunately, the closest one seemed to be talking to Wit. If she were to converse with the parshman, she would be unable to avoid him. It was a risk she would have to take. “I am going to speak with the Parshendi,” she said to Torol. “Find out more about them.” With that, she began to walk towards @SE_Klade.
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