CLOSED: HALAMSHIRAL - THE DISPUTE

[faderifting]

WHO: Adelaide, Andra, Bellamy, Cyril, Inessa, Jehan
WHAT: A team of Inquisition agents mediate a dispute between nobles
WHEN: Late Solace
WHERE: The estate of Baroness Vondelet, about a day's ride outside Halamshiral
NOTES: No tag order! Will be GMed. Starts with a single thread but a separate group may be split off to complete an additional objective later depending on how things develop.

The ball is a small one, a dozen or so nobles--none more elevated than a comte--from this region just outside of Halamshiral and their relatives and guests, even some wealthy and prominent local merchants, hoping to marry their children into a title. It's held in the home of Baroness Vondelet, a tasteful (by Orlesian standards) mansion with a ballroom not quite large enough for the party, which spills out the wide doors onto the garden terrace to chatter and fan themselves and find respite from the close, overheated air of a space packed with both people and candles.

The Inquisition's presence has drawn definite attention, a subject of whispers and speculation, and a lot of dance cards presented in front of faces in hopes of securing the bragging rights over their fellows. Support is more common than disapproval in those met in the crowd, but uncertainty or apathy are stronger than either. Orlesians have many other concerns at present, and it's not clear so far that the Inquisition is something they ought to care about. Mages and elves will, when noticed at all, occasion the usual distrust, disdain, and confusion, but nobody has made a scene just yet.

Comments

[apologist]

Jehan isn't wearing a mask. This is ironic, maybe--he's one of two actual Orlesians in the party, he grew up wearing them, and he'd be perfectly comfortable doing so now--but before anyone thinks it's unfair, the trade-off is that he's wearing Chantry robes, unflattering to everyone in both cut and color but particularly men and particularly redheads. How he suffers.

But donning a mask and vestments at the same time would earn him more side-eyes than not--which is to say far fewer side-eyes than the elves in attendance, but if they're already being improper he isn't going to add to it.

"A quick overview would help us identify what information we do need," he appends to Lady LeBlanc's command, softer and more affably. "We understand these matters can be quite complicated."