>>FROM:@STORMBORN | >>TO:@ALL

[dorzalta]

I ask that you use caution if encountering Yhych in the courts. Or at least carry with you an anti-toxin.

[ dot dot dot . . . ]

Is anyone a weapon-maker here?



>>FROM:@STORMBORN
>>TO:@BURGERKING, @PONYTAIL, @MODERATUS, @POINTANDKICK, @DIEDHARD, @BOARING, @AEGONNER, @PERSONALSTAFF

Ignore my next message until you are alone or are able to control your reaction.

[ There will be a pause, one which seems to tick away as an eternity for her. And then: ]

I'm told Kebechet is here.

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[northerndragon]

Who is he?

[dorzalta]

She.

[northerndragon]

[... Of course. All these women he's known or encountered, Dany herself, and his sisters, and Cersei, and Ygritte, and little Lady Mormont, and he still assumed... well, never mind. He knows now.]

Who is she then. Do you know

[Is it ever really a good thing, in terms of what it says about his state of mind, when his punctuation becomes this haphazard?]

[dorzalta]

[ It's an important distinction. Women are far more capable of treachery than men, she's seen. ]

Mary Smythe is here.
Kebechet is posing as the shabti secretary to Regency agent Mhic Nathair.

[ Double the insult. ]

I thought she'd died in the explosion.

[northerndragon]

[That little secretary?

That little secretary. Of course. What had he himself been like, as an untutored spy? Someone people thought little of, someone they suspected. What would one with some skill in the matter be like? Able to go unnoticed, he thinks, or disregarded when they are noticed.

For what might be the first time since he found himself with COST, he wishes they had the counsel of Lord Varys.]

Not mine to kill, is she.

[dorzalta]

No.
Not yet.

She walks, despite us destroying the base.

[ And she is severely limited in what she's able to do at this point--not only with the added scrutiny of Day-Ones watching Irriella, but also because she'd just been poisoned. ]

I wish to know why. How is she here? I want information in the same way she'd thought to take it from us.

[northerndragon]

I'll do what I can, but that may not be much. She knows who I am.

She told me that when they scanned your head, it was full of images of me.

[dorzalta]

[ A flare of guilt for exposing him. I'm sorry, she thinks, but doesn't type. ]

It's why I've made mention of it to a number of allies. We need to remain united. The arenas here would guarantee that we become disjointed, if we lose sight of our purpose for being here.

[ Words which only come from personal experience. One misstep in court taught her a great deal, already. ]

Scout told me something of their prior mission here. The last cell had to be disbanded because so few survived. Not just COST, but Regency members as well.

I almost wish we were fighting the dead.

[northerndragon]

[She didn't expose him. That couldn't have been it. There shouldn't have been any way to connect the images in Dany's head with @AEGONNER; it has to have been something else, something before that. Interception of messages, putting two and two together, he thinks.]

I don't.

Did she tell you more of what happened?

[dorzalta]

[ Allies are butchered in either scenario. ]

Failure, mostly. She encouraged me to approach that Regency member. The one who wished for the spearhead.

[northerndragon]

To hear his story, or to make a bargain with him, or for some other reason? I'll be with you, unless it would be better if I wasn't.

[dorzalta]

To bargain. He's already approached me, willing to bargain for it. I'd told him I would consider his offer. Scout believes he must wish for the weapon badly, to approach me before so many. Especially with his superiors nearby.

You may come. I can't imagine a reason why it would be better.

[northerndragon]

Then I'll come.

It may be that the blade belonged to a member of his house, or to someone he cared for. What I want to know is what he intends to offer in return, and whether or not he can be trusted to deliver it.

[dorzalta]

That I cannot tell. I asked what he would offer me, and he returned that in kind, asking what I wished for it. The spearheads come from a group wiped away during the last attempt that COST and the Regency tried to win the Araneans' favor.

[northerndragon]

What do you want for it?

How much does he want it? It depends how much influence he has to use. Have you learned his name yet?

[dorzalta]

I don't know what I want. Scout merely said to make it worth the trouble.

[ A beat. ]

Do you think we could use him to get to her?

[northerndragon]

Maybe. But I think it might be foolish to try. A gamble. Too much of a gamble, if we don't want her to know what we know.

Would an appeal to one of your Unsullied make your Hand or Lord V vulnerable? An appeal to one of the Free Folk wouldn't undermine the big ginger, whether or not you had their brother's knife. You understand my meaning.

Would you set something they want against a lifetime of following? How do you know they weren't approaching you for some other reason?

[dorzalta]

That suggests unbending loyalty. Does she have his? When I was with her, she suggested that the units were separate. They had their own ways of accomplishing their tasks.

Perhaps some of what she said was to try and hone my anger toward the lions versus the wolves. Maybe it was to sway me. I don't believe all of it a lie. Why distinguish themselves into varying contingents, then?

If he wished for something beyond the spearhead, I don't know.

[northerndragon]

The lions and the wolves may not be as loyal to each other as they are to themselves, but they're all loyal to the Regency. In that, it may not matter if Kebechet has the personal loyalty of the man who wants the spear, if they're all ultimately loyal to the same thing.

Trusting the man is a risk. Maybe there's some way of finding out where his deeper loyalties lie?

I remember that girl in Valmy. She was loyal to them, and she was afraid.

[dorzalta]

I don't know if he'd find a spearhead more valuable than his loyalty. Some might. Fear may be enough of a deterrent, should he veer toward Xici's side of things.

[ He's right, of course, that trusting the man is a risk. She doesn't even know his name, and yet there seems to be a pricelessness to his offer. Young makes it seem that way, as well. ]

Trusting anyone here is a risk. We do it regardless.

[northerndragon]

Must have been someone he loved, mustn't it? I don't think he'd be talking to you otherwise. That might already be some kind of breach of orders.

Family, or a lover, it's hard to say. There's a lot I would have done to get my father's sword back, and a lot I wouldn't have done. But I never had the chance. This man has a chance, whatever its owner meant to him.

[dorzalta]

In that case, I almost feel as if I should give it to him.

[ Sentimentality. Rare though it might be, she can understand this. ]

[northerndragon]

Would that be a show of good will, or just a show of weakness?

I only know a little of how these people think. You could just give it to him. You could offer to sell it to him for what you paid. You could trade for goods in kind. You could ask for a favor, but there's no telling whether or not he'll keep his side of the bargain.

[dorzalta]

Knowing what we've seen thus far? Likely a show of weakness. COST would view it that way, as well. But this is all speculation, and your point about having a limit to how far you'd go to retrieve your father's sword is all the more valid in lieu of that.

You'd think someone who fights for peace could be swayed.

[northerndragon]

I think it's what they're being told they do. I don't think it's what they do.