"'Ronis the Castaway', huh?" He rubs his chin in thought. "Hey, that's not bad! Somewhat fitting, overall. Though maybe I'd prefer 'Ronis the Survivor' or 'Ronis the Risen'. Ooh, that last one has a nice ring to it. What I want, huh?" He leans back in his chair. "Well, what any other good person wants I guess. To help people, make sure they're safe. Don't have to go through what I did. For whatever is related to the vision to be sorted and dealt with without much hassle, or harm done. Then, when I'm old, my hair's turned grey and my scales have faded, to sit back, finally relax, and reflect on a life well lived." He blinks. "Why do you ask?"
"'Ronis the Castaway', huh?" He rubs his chin in thought. "Hey, that's not bad! Somewhat fitting, overall. Though maybe I'd prefer 'Ronis the Survivor' or 'Ronis the Risen'. Ooh, that last one has a nice ring to it. What I want, huh?" He leans back in his chair. "Well, what any other good person wants I guess. To help people, make sure they're safe. Don't have to go through what I did. For whatever is related to the vision to be sorted and dealt with without much hassle, or harm done. Then, when I'm old, my hair's turned grey and my scales have faded, to sit back, finally relax, and reflect on a life well lived." He blinks. "Why do you ask?"
The High Cleric narrows his eyes at Ronis. "I have seen plenty of pretenders in my time, human, and you have all the hallmarks of one who is after something. Favor, fame, money? There is a grift here but I don't know what it is yet. I do know that the Regent is all too trusting of outsiders, like her husband was. If anything threatens the throne, it is your like."
The High Cleric sits straighter, his palms flat on his desk. "I have seen all I care to. Go but I will get to the bottom of this."
Aeryxsmiles kindly, filling Tock with powerful feelings of hope and joy that feel unearned but glorious nonetheless. "No, not I,"she says. "We do not wish to...steal the show, so to speak. But a Deva would be present, in the form of a mortal with the eyes of the aasimar queen." (golden, possibly glowing)
Tock nods, feeling calm and reassured.
"He.. or she.. or it.. will then take the seat of Lord Farquaad. It's one of the fake names we have in there for cases like these."
He almost dismisses the issue as resolved, but then returns to it. "If we do that and you do that, would it be correct to assume that the Hells will have at least one representative hidden away somewhere as well? Should I be concerned?"
Aeryxsmiles kindly, filling Tock with powerful feelings of hope and joy that feel unearned but glorious nonetheless. "No, not I,"she says. "We do not wish to...steal the show, so to speak. But a Deva would be present, in the form of a mortal with the eyes of the aasimar queen." (golden, possibly glowing)
Tock nods, feeling calm and reassured.
"He.. or she.. or it.. will then take the seat of Lord Farquaad. It's one of the fake names we have in there for cases like these."
He almost dismisses the issue as resolved, but then returns to it. "If we do that and you do that, would it be correct to assume that the Hells will have at least one representative hidden away somewhere as well? Should I be concerned?"
"Thank you, Tock. I cannot speak for the Hells," Aeryx says, "But there are eight more Heavens that might visit with you soon." And with a little wink, she disappears.
“Well, now we’ve told everyone we have something real to worry about instead of shadows. Either WT is an actual person who wishes harm against the princess, or the person wishing harm is trying to get WT in trouble. Go through the lists of royal families to see who might have a candidate. I’ll go make sure the rest of the team is prepared. Not much more we can do. Maybe Tock has had some unusual requests - I’ll ask him.”
Q'wai leaps to the side just in time. He can feel the the hot breath of the horse on his arm as it charges past.
Tick is less fortunate. The horse tramples over him before he can even look for a place to jump to (he takes 7 damage). Bloodied and bruised, he looks up at Q'wai, saying "I'm okay...but maybe do something about that."
"Fools," mutters Q'wai as he sidesteps the oncoming horses.
Following the wake created by the trio of horses, the monk dashes after the lead rider, harnessing his ki so he can cover as much ground as possible. When the rider is within distance, Q'wai attempts to leap onto the horse's back and stun the rider with a well-placed martial arts strike to the head. While preventing the stunned rider from falling, Q'wai hopes to rein in the speeding mount and bring an end to the noblemen's idiotic attempt at fun.
I imagine the mechanics of this would go something like this:
Step of the Windfor 150' total movement (including the jump distance, which is doubled); will repeat this as needed if unable to catch the rider in one turn
Acrobatics check for making a successful leap onto the horse (two rolls, in case disadvantage applies): 29 and 15
Initiative19 after landing on the horse and preparing to kung fu the nobleman
1st unarmed strike:26 | 8 damage
If 1st unarmed strike misses, then 2nd unarmed strike: 24 | 11 damage)
Stunning Strike feature will be applied to the first successful strike (DC 15 CON save or rider is stunned)
Aeryxsmiles kindly, filling Tock with powerful feelings of hope and joy that feel unearned but glorious nonetheless. "No, not I,"she says. "We do not wish to...steal the show, so to speak. But a Deva would be present, in the form of a mortal with the eyes of the aasimar queen." (golden, possibly glowing)
Tock nods, feeling calm and reassured.
"He.. or she.. or it.. will then take the seat of Lord Farquaad. It's one of the fake names we have in there for cases like these."
He almost dismisses the issue as resolved, but then returns to it. "If we do that and you do that, would it be correct to assume that the Hells will have at least one representative hidden away somewhere as well? Should I be concerned?"
"Thank you, Tock. I cannot speak for the Hells," Aeryx says, "But there are eight more Heavens that might visit with you soon." And with a little wink, she disappears.
Tock smiles, "Any time.." to the empty room.
He then finds Dog and the Spymaster and informs them of this and possible follow-up visits from various supernatural sources.
Has he heard anything interesting from his team in the meanwhile?
As the funeral is getting closer he will gather all the intelligence and (ritually) cast Divination, asking "What will go wrong with the funeral?"
And once he learns of the note from Dog he will cast it again on the next day, asking "Who is the WT who sent the note?"
He will also "check in" on the office of Lord Kemball by way of Clairvoyance a couple of evenings at different times.
Ronis shrugs. "Alright." He gets up, offering a lacksadaisacal wave in parting. "Be seeing you!" And he leaves to go pray.
That night, Ronis dreams the dream again. It is different this time. The first change is in what Savras says to him.
Your journey is just beginning, Ronis. Suffer the storm but come through it stronger.
Everything then proceeds as normal until a new voice speaks out. "Savras, you tricky god."
As Ronis observes the chaos of the masquerade ball unraveling, a new figure walks across the fray engulfing the throne room. He stops at the feasting demons. "That doesn't even look like me," he says, disappointed. "Cyric will know of this."
I expected he would eventually, says Savras. But the pieces are already in place.
"I will have to remove this piece, at least."
Do as you will.
And the dream ends suddenly before it can reach its conclusion.
Ronis is both disappointed and unnerved by the dream. As he breakfasts, thinking troubled thoughts, he does not even notice everyone looking at him. Not at first. A man approaches him, dapper, human, possibly a merchant. "You are the one from my dream last night," he says.
Ronis smiles but does not otherwise engage. "It was most bizarre," the man continues. "You and the god Savras and the new queen. That wine I had last night must have been spoiled."
The man sits down opposite Ronis, studying him intently. "Yes, I'm sure it was you. Perhaps we passed in the halls or something. It was so vivid."
Seeing that he will not be dining alone this morning, Ronis steels himself for yet another awkward conversation. "I'm Cregus," the man says. "If my dream-memory is accurate, you are Ronis?"
Q'wai sprints down the street, leaping successfully onto the horse and pummels the nobleman but fails to stun him. He does knock the man out with his second strike, however, and the man tumbles off of the horse onto the cobblestone below. The horse responds readily to Q'wai's commands as the other two nobles race recklessly down the street, laughing at their fallen friend.
Tick pulls himself up and begins jogging after Q'wai, presumably to offer the fallen noble some healing.
Aeryxsmiles kindly, filling Tock with powerful feelings of hope and joy that feel unearned but glorious nonetheless. "No, not I,"she says. "We do not wish to...steal the show, so to speak. But a Deva would be present, in the form of a mortal with the eyes of the aasimar queen." (golden, possibly glowing)
Tock nods, feeling calm and reassured.
"He.. or she.. or it.. will then take the seat of Lord Farquaad. It's one of the fake names we have in there for cases like these."
He almost dismisses the issue as resolved, but then returns to it. "If we do that and you do that, would it be correct to assume that the Hells will have at least one representative hidden away somewhere as well? Should I be concerned?"
"Thank you, Tock. I cannot speak for the Hells," Aeryx says, "But there are eight more Heavens that might visit with you soon." And with a little wink, she disappears.
Has he heard anything interesting from his team in the meanwhile?
Nothing noteworthy, though they have been checking in regularly. All is quiet on every front.
As the funeral is getting closer he will gather all the intelligence and (ritually) cast Divination, asking "What will go wrong with the funeral?"
A few moments later, a raven alights on the windowsill of Tock's office. It bobs back and forth and then squawks, releasing a butterfly or moth it had captured. The insect flaps its wings and flutters away.
And once he learns of the note from Dog he will cast it again on the next day, asking "Who is the WT who sent the note?"
Less than an hour later, cries come from the street. Unsure what the commotion is, Tock steps out of his office only to hear the commotion die. He looks at Vas, who shrugs. Then Etas walks in, looking perplexed.
"Most bizarre," he says. "A trio of ravens attacked a man outside the palace just now. I'm quite certain they drew blood, even."
He will also "check in" on the office of Lord Kemball by way of Clairvoyance a couple of evenings at different times.
For two nights in a row, Kemball works in his study, engaging in uninteresting topics of business and family. He hears a discussion with another noble complaining about the seating arrangements for the funeral but the discussion seems to be little more than a chance to whine and it turns towards issues of money before too long. On the third night, Kemball has a meeting with his secretary. It is silent at first but he changes the magic to eavesdropping, as usual when two people begin conversing in the room.
"..-t, Lord Kemball," says the soft voice of the secretary.
"It may not matter. As far as I can tell, nothing was disturbed following our meeting," Kemball says, but with a little annoyance in his voice. "Drop it."
"Perhaps," the woman says. "But I could use the practice."
"Whatever," says Kemball. "Do what you will with your day tomorrow while I am visiting with the Duxa."
"Of course. Is she ready?"
"Ready enough."
"And her father?"
"Clueless as always," says Kemball. "Oh, that reminds me. I need a gift for his highness..."
"Right away, sir."
And the conversation ends as the secretary departs the study and Kemball gets back to his correspondence.
"Hardly the outcome I desired," thinks Q'wai to himself as he watches the other riders continue their race.
The monk kneels next to the fallen rider being tended by Tick. After the nobleman is conscious and alert, Q'wai says, "You deserve neither this horse nor the title noble."
After making certain the nobleman has abandoned the idea of chasing his friends, Q'wai resumes his journey toward the Midnight Candle.
"Hardly the outcome I desired," thinks Q'wai to himself as he watches the other riders continue their race.
The monk kneels next to the fallen rider being tended by Tick. After the nobleman is conscious and alert, Q'wai says, "You deserve neither this horse nor the title noble."
After making certain the nobleman has abandoned the idea of chasing his friends, Q'wai resumes his journey toward the Midnight Candle.
The young nobleman is outraged. "You dare strike a man such as me?! You will see the consequences of your folly!" he says, loud and drunk. "Watch! Watch! Arrest this man! Justice, Justice!"
The young nobleman is outraged. "You dare strike a man such as me?! You will see the consequences of your folly!" he says, loud and drunk. "Watch! Watch! Arrest this man! Justice, Justice!"
Q'wai exhales slowly and turns to face the angry man. "What do you know of justice?" he says softly.
Then, looking at Tick, Q'wai says, "Possibly you can persuade this fellow that justice has been served."
The young nobleman is outraged. "You dare strike a man such as me?! You will see the consequences of your folly!" he says, loud and drunk. "Watch! Watch! Arrest this man! Justice, Justice!"
Q'wai exhales slowly and turns to face the angry man. "What do you know of justice?" he says softly.
Then, looking at Tick, Q'wai says, "Possibly you can persuade this fellow that justice has been served."
Tick applies another spell of healing, then says, "Clearly you are confused, sir noble. This man and I have rescued you from a terrible fall after too much drink. Your friends will confirm it. They laughed most heartily at your expense."
Deception (DC 14): 26
The man stops shouting and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Those asses," he says. "That sounds just like them. I bet one of them shoved me. Well, thanks....and sorry. I owe you two a drink sometime."
Both Tick and Q'wai know the apology is insincere and the offer one that will never materialize. They watch him lead his horse up the street, away from his friends, staggering off on his own.
Tick shrugs at Q'wai. "I know, a deception is not what you were after. He was addled enough that the truth would have been no different. I doubt he will even remember any of it tomorrow."
The pair make their way to the temple district, where they have been directed to find Swan Street. The Midnight Candle is not hard to find, standing across the street from the Temple of Savras. It is noon as indicated by the bells that are beginning to chime all across the city.
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"Let us see if our quest ends here, friend,"remarks Q'wai as he passes through the door to the inn. He and Tick sit at a table--preferably with their backs to the wall--and wait for someone to take their order. Q'wai patiently and casually surveys the room...
"Let us see if our quest ends here, friend,"remarks Q'wai as he passes through the door to the inn. He and Tick sit at a table--preferably with their backs to the wall--and wait for someone to take their order. Q'wai patiently and casually surveys the room...
(You can roll with advantage when Tick is with you on things like this as if he is using the help action. I: 11 and P: 15)
Q'wai and Tick eat their lunch as they watch patrons come and go. The stairs leading up are of particular interest and several patrons come down for a meal and several others head up. None of them look especially like demons or even tieflings. Tick and Q'wai have no idea who their target is among all these faces. By Q'wai's count, 13 patrons are definitely staying at the inn that came down for a meal. He also notices that most of them carry a copper key of the same design, forged with the moon & candle symbol for the inn.
Tick is much less observant but he plays along. "I have no idea what I'm looking for," he says as he scoops another spoon of mashed potatoes into his mouth. "Maybe we just shout 'Demon!' and see how people react."
Not sure if Dog and Tock have completely matched up now, and if so, Dog will go find out who the person was who got attacked by the ravens, where he came from, what he was doing, and really everything about him. There's some reason for it, and Dog would want to find out what it is.
He methodically goes through all the list of noble names that begin with T to try to have some options to narrow down. He checks in with Spymaster Merro to see which families would have particular reason to dislike Duliani as an outsider. Surely there are people who would gain if she was gone and the initial plan for the succession proceeded, before Haddian.
Point of order question -- if Gentoa was not there, Harvell the brother would be the next in line?
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"'Ronis the Castaway', huh?" He rubs his chin in thought. "Hey, that's not bad! Somewhat fitting, overall. Though maybe I'd prefer 'Ronis the Survivor' or 'Ronis the Risen'. Ooh, that last one has a nice ring to it. What I want, huh?" He leans back in his chair. "Well, what any other good person wants I guess. To help people, make sure they're safe. Don't have to go through what I did. For whatever is related to the vision to be sorted and dealt with without much hassle, or harm done. Then, when I'm old, my hair's turned grey and my scales have faded, to sit back, finally relax, and reflect on a life well lived." He blinks. "Why do you ask?"
The High Cleric narrows his eyes at Ronis. "I have seen plenty of pretenders in my time, human, and you have all the hallmarks of one who is after something. Favor, fame, money? There is a grift here but I don't know what it is yet. I do know that the Regent is all too trusting of outsiders, like her husband was. If anything threatens the throne, it is your like."
The High Cleric sits straighter, his palms flat on his desk. "I have seen all I care to. Go but I will get to the bottom of this."
Tock nods, feeling calm and reassured.
"He.. or she.. or it.. will then take the seat of Lord Farquaad. It's one of the fake names we have in there for cases like these."
He almost dismisses the issue as resolved, but then returns to it. "If we do that and you do that, would it be correct to assume that the Hells will have at least one representative hidden away somewhere as well? Should I be concerned?"
Ronis shrugs. "Alright." He gets up, offering a lacksadaisacal wave in parting. "Be seeing you!" And he leaves to go pray.
(Martin would’ve been riding Marble -and not wildshifted -, as casting Longstrider on two targets takes a couple spells away)
Martin keeps firing, just as fast as he can manage. Sharpshooter. Hordebreaker. Then he’ll shift into his bestial shifter state of the Wild Hunt.
Attack: 24 Damage: 24
Attack: 25 Damage: 21
Attack: 9 Damage: 23
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Thank you, Tock. I cannot speak for the Hells," Aeryx says, "But there are eight more Heavens that might visit with you soon." And with a little wink, she disappears.
(That...seems like something I should know about. :-| )
DM shield:
56
46
Two more bandits fall as Martin lets the arrows fly. On his third shot, however, a mote of dust flings into his eye, causing it to tear up.
(Next shot is at disadvantage.)
The remaining four bandits fire again.
Light crossbow Attack: 22 Damage: 2
Light crossbow Attack: 5 Damage: 5
Light crossbow Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Light crossbow Attack: 14 Damage: 4
All four bolts miss as he wheels Macy around to take aim at the remaining four on the other side of the road.
(Martin is up again!)
“Well, now we’ve told everyone we have something real to worry about instead of shadows. Either WT is an actual person who wishes harm against the princess, or the person wishing harm is trying to get WT in trouble. Go through the lists of royal families to see who might have a candidate. I’ll go make sure the rest of the team is prepared. Not much more we can do. Maybe Tock has had some unusual requests - I’ll ask him.”
He heads to Tock to touch base on this problem.”
"Fools," mutters Q'wai as he sidesteps the oncoming horses.
Following the wake created by the trio of horses, the monk dashes after the lead rider, harnessing his ki so he can cover as much ground as possible. When the rider is within distance, Q'wai attempts to leap onto the horse's back and stun the rider with a well-placed martial arts strike to the head. While preventing the stunned rider from falling, Q'wai hopes to rein in the speeding mount and bring an end to the noblemen's idiotic attempt at fun.
I imagine the mechanics of this would go something like this:
Of course, modify as you see fit! I understand this could go wrong in so many ways. :D
Tock smiles, "Any time.." to the empty room.
He then finds Dog and the Spymaster and informs them of this and possible follow-up visits from various supernatural sources.
Has he heard anything interesting from his team in the meanwhile?
As the funeral is getting closer he will gather all the intelligence and (ritually) cast Divination, asking "What will go wrong with the funeral?"
And once he learns of the note from Dog he will cast it again on the next day, asking "Who is the WT who sent the note?"
He will also "check in" on the office of Lord Kemball by way of Clairvoyance a couple of evenings at different times.
That night, Ronis dreams the dream again. It is different this time. The first change is in what Savras says to him.
Your journey is just beginning, Ronis. Suffer the storm but come through it stronger.
Everything then proceeds as normal until a new voice speaks out. "Savras, you tricky god."
As Ronis observes the chaos of the masquerade ball unraveling, a new figure walks across the fray engulfing the throne room. He stops at the feasting demons. "That doesn't even look like me," he says, disappointed. "Cyric will know of this."
I expected he would eventually, says Savras. But the pieces are already in place.
"I will have to remove this piece, at least."
Do as you will.
And the dream ends suddenly before it can reach its conclusion.
Ronis is both disappointed and unnerved by the dream. As he breakfasts, thinking troubled thoughts, he does not even notice everyone looking at him. Not at first. A man approaches him, dapper, human, possibly a merchant. "You are the one from my dream last night," he says.
Ronis smiles but does not otherwise engage. "It was most bizarre," the man continues. "You and the god Savras and the new queen. That wine I had last night must have been spoiled."
The man sits down opposite Ronis, studying him intently. "Yes, I'm sure it was you. Perhaps we passed in the halls or something. It was so vivid."
Seeing that he will not be dining alone this morning, Ronis steels himself for yet another awkward conversation. "I'm Cregus," the man says. "If my dream-memory is accurate, you are Ronis?"
CON(15) check: 18
Q'wai sprints down the street, leaping successfully onto the horse and pummels the nobleman but fails to stun him. He does knock the man out with his second strike, however, and the man tumbles off of the horse onto the cobblestone below. The horse responds readily to Q'wai's commands as the other two nobles race recklessly down the street, laughing at their fallen friend.
Tick pulls himself up and begins jogging after Q'wai, presumably to offer the fallen noble some healing.
Nothing noteworthy, though they have been checking in regularly. All is quiet on every front.
A few moments later, a raven alights on the windowsill of Tock's office. It bobs back and forth and then squawks, releasing a butterfly or moth it had captured. The insect flaps its wings and flutters away.
Less than an hour later, cries come from the street. Unsure what the commotion is, Tock steps out of his office only to hear the commotion die. He looks at Vas, who shrugs. Then Etas walks in, looking perplexed.
"Most bizarre," he says. "A trio of ravens attacked a man outside the palace just now. I'm quite certain they drew blood, even."
For two nights in a row, Kemball works in his study, engaging in uninteresting topics of business and family. He hears a discussion with another noble complaining about the seating arrangements for the funeral but the discussion seems to be little more than a chance to whine and it turns towards issues of money before too long. On the third night, Kemball has a meeting with his secretary. It is silent at first but he changes the magic to eavesdropping, as usual when two people begin conversing in the room.
"..-t, Lord Kemball," says the soft voice of the secretary.
"It may not matter. As far as I can tell, nothing was disturbed following our meeting," Kemball says, but with a little annoyance in his voice. "Drop it."
"Perhaps," the woman says. "But I could use the practice."
"Whatever," says Kemball. "Do what you will with your day tomorrow while I am visiting with the Duxa."
"Of course. Is she ready?"
"Ready enough."
"And her father?"
"Clueless as always," says Kemball. "Oh, that reminds me. I need a gift for his highness..."
"Right away, sir."
And the conversation ends as the secretary departs the study and Kemball gets back to his correspondence.
"Hardly the outcome I desired," thinks Q'wai to himself as he watches the other riders continue their race.
The monk kneels next to the fallen rider being tended by Tick. After the nobleman is conscious and alert, Q'wai says, "You deserve neither this horse nor the title noble."
After making certain the nobleman has abandoned the idea of chasing his friends, Q'wai resumes his journey toward the Midnight Candle.
The young nobleman is outraged. "You dare strike a man such as me?! You will see the consequences of your folly!" he says, loud and drunk. "Watch! Watch! Arrest this man! Justice, Justice!"
Q'wai exhales slowly and turns to face the angry man. "What do you know of justice?" he says softly.
Then, looking at Tick, Q'wai says, "Possibly you can persuade this fellow that justice has been served."
Tick applies another spell of healing, then says, "Clearly you are confused, sir noble. This man and I have rescued you from a terrible fall after too much drink. Your friends will confirm it. They laughed most heartily at your expense."
Deception (DC 14): 26
The man stops shouting and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Those asses," he says. "That sounds just like them. I bet one of them shoved me. Well, thanks....and sorry. I owe you two a drink sometime."
Both Tick and Q'wai know the apology is insincere and the offer one that will never materialize. They watch him lead his horse up the street, away from his friends, staggering off on his own.
Tick shrugs at Q'wai. "I know, a deception is not what you were after. He was addled enough that the truth would have been no different. I doubt he will even remember any of it tomorrow."
The pair make their way to the temple district, where they have been directed to find Swan Street. The Midnight Candle is not hard to find, standing across the street from the Temple of Savras. It is noon as indicated by the bells that are beginning to chime all across the city.
"Let us see if our quest ends here, friend," remarks Q'wai as he passes through the door to the inn. He and Tick sit at a table--preferably with their backs to the wall--and wait for someone to take their order. Q'wai patiently and casually surveys the room...
(Investigation: 9 and Perception: 9
"Tell me, friend, if you see anything."
(You can roll with advantage when Tick is with you on things like this as if he is using the help action. I: 11 and P: 15)
Q'wai and Tick eat their lunch as they watch patrons come and go. The stairs leading up are of particular interest and several patrons come down for a meal and several others head up. None of them look especially like demons or even tieflings. Tick and Q'wai have no idea who their target is among all these faces. By Q'wai's count, 13 patrons are definitely staying at the inn that came down for a meal. He also notices that most of them carry a copper key of the same design, forged with the moon & candle symbol for the inn.
Tick is much less observant but he plays along. "I have no idea what I'm looking for," he says as he scoops another spoon of mashed potatoes into his mouth. "Maybe we just shout 'Demon!' and see how people react."
Not sure if Dog and Tock have completely matched up now, and if so, Dog will go find out who the person was who got attacked by the ravens, where he came from, what he was doing, and really everything about him. There's some reason for it, and Dog would want to find out what it is.
He methodically goes through all the list of noble names that begin with T to try to have some options to narrow down. He checks in with Spymaster Merro to see which families would have particular reason to dislike Duliani as an outsider. Surely there are people who would gain if she was gone and the initial plan for the succession proceeded, before Haddian.
Point of order question -- if Gentoa was not there, Harvell the brother would be the next in line?