1629, Earth Season, Disorder Week, Waterday-ish
Context
Berra has recently arranged for the body of Gunda to be buried, and is expecting punishment from Kallyr. Session S6.P-1.
Events
Well, she knows.
“Oh. Yeah. How did it go?”
The Hero is not telling me everything. I suspect, badly.
“Uhuh. Am I banished?”
The guilty party – you- is to expect a message.
“Was he ordered to tell me?”
Are you suggesting that the High Sword would delay in the moment of his duty?
“I’m more asking if he would.”
Naturally I cannot comment. He has not seen fit to share the King’s words with me.
“Uhuh. Well, it’d be pretty bad for me stopping off in the Greyrock lands, if it got official.”
You are taking this quite evenly. Well done.
“I expected it. I mean, she left someone out to rot. She was pretty angry.”
Lady Berra, recall I know how you feel about her.
“The right thing’s still the right thing. Hey, did she banish you too?”
No, and at some point you will have to re-enter Sartar with me. Lord Eril expects success, of course.
“Yeah, he gets what I manage. So, I’m going to the Greyrock clan next. I’ll probably want Varanis’ help there. And I should let Lord Kesten know what happened and that he might be on his own in Dark Season, and only to come if it’s safe.”
You seem to have thought at least part of this through, but you are reaching an incorrect conclusion.
“Huh?”
Lord Kesten.
“I don’t want him bringing himself if he’s going to die.”
Have you considered you are asking a Humakti to stay safe?
“I dunno when Harrek’s going to… if he is. I dunno. But what if there isn’t a Temple for him to arrive to? What if there’s no Hero left?”
Do not insult your friend, Berra. He will keep his word if he can. If the Temple is gone and we remain, we can still help the Hero.
“Yeah. I just…”
He means a lot to you.
“He treated me like a person. The first thing he did, when we met, was believe me.”
He is a fine example of his kind. You do not need to protect him.
“I shouldn’t put him into danger.”
Mm.
“Oh shit.”
Realised, did you?
“They can get out of Wilmskirk, right? And stay at the Tula.”
My brother will arrange for an invitation for Mellia, and send Thenaya to look after her. That will take Venlar as well.
“He might not come through this way.”
If he is at sea, he will. It is likely he is at sea.
“Crap. I’m sorry.”
Silor will do his best.
“Do you want to stay?”
Of course I do, you idiot. I shall be doing my duty as you are. Do not offer what you may not give.
“We could ask Yamia to come with us.”
Shut up.
“Uh, Lord Raven?”
Lady Berra.
“… All of Dragon Pass?”
It is her demesne.
“I don’t know what that word is. But I get the idea.”
Yes.
“You know, Lord Raven, Kallyr owes me a favour. A big one.”
Ah, so?
“I … just wonder what I’d have asked for.”
You may still manage it.
“Yeah. If I get back, and she’s still alive, maybe I could ask for forgiveness.”
That… might depend on her mood.
“Yeah. Or I could ask the Hero to ask for something. But that’d make his life more difficult.”
You seldom shirk from that.
“Not when he’s trying to persuade the King of Dragon Pass to do something. I’m worried about him too, y’know?”
Peasant, there is nothing you can do. You will have to think of where you are going instead.
“Alright. But Lord Eril said he’d not asked for anything for me because the time wasn’t right. And I could thank him later.”
Hah. Yes. I see.
“I might ask you to help me write another letter, end-of-season.”
Go to sleep, little idiot.
“Uh, Lord… Raven?”
Lady Berra.
“I gotta ask a question.”
This sounds like one that worries you.
“Am I in good standing as an initiate?”
Ah. Yes, I see that could be important.
“Can you ask him?”
Best not, for the moment. He will probably move the right way. I think he approves of your actions. Let him delay any problems that come your way. He of all people can defend his Temple against the demands of mere rulers.
“What if I ask Humakt?”
Of a temporal, temple matter? No, we can wait until we are returning towards Sartar, either way.
“Um. If I’m not…”
You are not deceiving anyone. You are short, annoying, politically dangerous, untutored, and lacking in taste, but you are my Wyter Priest. He would have let me know if you were not.
“Oh. Good. Then look to the Zola Fel, right?”
And the journey. You will be a guard to your companions.
