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Within the walls of the Aldus Council building, Ilsa stood patiently in the Mayor's chambers. She had already handed Mayor Valeckis the scroll sent by Medwick, and the good mayor had spent the last thirty minutes poring over the scroll intently, almost as if questioning the handwriting, attempting to verify its validity. Still studying the parchment, he called to the assistant outside his chambers.
"Nathaniel!" the man's voice boomed against the bookshelves lining the walls, prompting a mousy looking red-haired young lad to creak the door open and shuffle inside. "Summon the other members of the Council to my chambers at once," Valeckis commanded without lifting his head. "It's urgent."
The young man scurried off, and one-by-one the other four Council members made their way into the chambers. Once the full council was represented, the Mayor shooed the errand boy out with a flick of the hand, then stood and spoke, handing the Council the letter and summarizing it for them, explaining the situation. When he was done, the council members murmured amongst each other in worry and concern.
"As Pegulians," the mayor continued, "it is our duty to support our nation and the Northern Archon to the extent of our ability." The statement garnered nods of affirmation from the other Council members. "I move that we assemble a band of Aldus' finest: warriors, mages, scholars... to make for Barvelle, to assist the Northern Archon."
The Council members expressed their approval. To make it official, it was put to Council vote and each member responded with a resounding "Aye." The decision was made - they would assemble that night and make for Barvelle at first light the next morning. As the meeting adjourned and the council filed out of the mayor's chambers, Ilsa turned to follow them.
"Ser Ilsa." The mayor called, prompting Ilsa to freeze in her tracks before turning to face him. "Yes, my liege?"
"I want you in charge of the caravan bound for Barvelle." Shocked, Ilsa opened her mouth in protest but couldn't find the words. "They will need your leadership. Gather some of the Aldus Watch to take with you, and take the Draken messenger along as well."
Finally ridding herself of the catch in her throat, she sought to protest but felt the need to show gratitude first, if for no other reason than out of respect and for honorifics. "Thank you, Mayor Valeckis. I am honored you would select me to lead the caravan. But would it not be wiser for me to stay to keep guard―"
"Nonsense." The mayor stopped her. "Ilsa, you must understand the scope. If Aldus falls, Pegulis can recover and still stand. If Barvelle falls, it will be crippling for Pegulis. You must go. If you do not wish to lead I can find another. But you must go."
Ilsa fell silent, considering the proposition. He was right, of course; she couldn't simply stay. If she wanted to help, she had to act. Newfound resolve apparent in her eyes, she nodded. The call of a falcon echoed in through the window.
"I will lead them."
"Nathaniel!" the man's voice boomed against the bookshelves lining the walls, prompting a mousy looking red-haired young lad to creak the door open and shuffle inside. "Summon the other members of the Council to my chambers at once," Valeckis commanded without lifting his head. "It's urgent."
The young man scurried off, and one-by-one the other four Council members made their way into the chambers. Once the full council was represented, the Mayor shooed the errand boy out with a flick of the hand, then stood and spoke, handing the Council the letter and summarizing it for them, explaining the situation. When he was done, the council members murmured amongst each other in worry and concern.
"As Pegulians," the mayor continued, "it is our duty to support our nation and the Northern Archon to the extent of our ability." The statement garnered nods of affirmation from the other Council members. "I move that we assemble a band of Aldus' finest: warriors, mages, scholars... to make for Barvelle, to assist the Northern Archon."
The Council members expressed their approval. To make it official, it was put to Council vote and each member responded with a resounding "Aye." The decision was made - they would assemble that night and make for Barvelle at first light the next morning. As the meeting adjourned and the council filed out of the mayor's chambers, Ilsa turned to follow them.
"Ser Ilsa." The mayor called, prompting Ilsa to freeze in her tracks before turning to face him. "Yes, my liege?"
"I want you in charge of the caravan bound for Barvelle." Shocked, Ilsa opened her mouth in protest but couldn't find the words. "They will need your leadership. Gather some of the Aldus Watch to take with you, and take the Draken messenger along as well."
Finally ridding herself of the catch in her throat, she sought to protest but felt the need to show gratitude first, if for no other reason than out of respect and for honorifics. "Thank you, Mayor Valeckis. I am honored you would select me to lead the caravan. But would it not be wiser for me to stay to keep guard―"
"Nonsense." The mayor stopped her. "Ilsa, you must understand the scope. If Aldus falls, Pegulis can recover and still stand. If Barvelle falls, it will be crippling for Pegulis. You must go. If you do not wish to lead I can find another. But you must go."
Ilsa fell silent, considering the proposition. He was right, of course; she couldn't simply stay. If she wanted to help, she had to act. Newfound resolve apparent in her eyes, she nodded. The call of a falcon echoed in through the window.
"I will lead them."
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