Her brow lifts, and - fine. "As you wish," she clears her throat, looking about the room. "I picked you all for your positions, or as near to them as I know it, and what I have seen of your skills. You, Commander, Knight-Enchanter Amsel, Provost, are the one who must know this first and foremost, so you can correctly place me in the field. To you, I owe everything, first and foremost. As well as you are a mage, Enchanter Amsel, and you, a Templar, Commander Coupe? Or was I mistaken in my misunderstanding? With both of your strengths present, if I truly presented a threat that I am unaware of, I know you both to be of sound body and mind to make that assessment."
Then her hand lifts, her head turning, to gesture to Ioverth, beside Thranduil. "Ioverth is intimate with Madamoselle Gwenaelle, whatever that means to Provost Thranduil, who I assume knows, given how freely she spoke of it. As they're married soon, it is the nature of couples to share everything as it stands, so pretending he wouldn't know is tiring. Besides, I wanted to give assurance that since I must truly be killed by first-blow, someone who can do it easily seemed pertinent and would know to do it even if the future. Especially so you understand how seriously I mean that I will gladly submit." This is what you wanted, right? So she goes on. Her hand lifts next to indicate to Solas. "Master Solas is both an elf native to these lands, and a mage of considerable knowledge who seems very well versed in spirits and has proven to be discrete. I thought to make sure to submit myself to any testing he might have so you could make absolutely sure I am not a mage. Additionally, if you would like further proof of my lack of corruption, I believe you know... Madam Galadriel? At least when we were all on that wretched island together. But, that aside, the wondrous properties of her cloth. To that, you ought to know what it means when I say it does not burn me."
A sigh stops her words, lets that first bit sink it. "Warden Teren I have served with, as I presently do not know any other high ranking members of her order, she was the only one I could vouch for the character of as someone who could mind her own words both now and later, who has a healthy amount of paranoia to not be swayed by anything I have to say if she thought it wrong." Expletives and dry sarcastic commentary aside. "I have promised my service to Captain Vane and Captain Flint," well, not Flint right now, but Flint soon, whether anyone liked it or not. "For when they need an experienced fighter on deck, in the future. So it seemed important that in time, I tell them in case the worst should happen, but that I had best go to their commander, Araceli - " a nod to the woman's direction. "- first."
And her eyes drop, at long last, at the end of her list, something fixed unhappily behind her mouth, to Kitty. If there has been anything at all to any of these explanations, it is - "And Miss Kitty, who I promised the truth to, and... she deserves the truth from me, more than anyone." But that - that wasn't really for this room, or these people, or anything else that matters. But more than anything, it was what mattered to her especially.
With it all finished, she turns her eyes back. Waiting, perhaps even patiently for her. There, anything else you needed her to explain?
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Her brow lifts, and - fine. "As you wish," she clears her throat, looking about the room. "I picked you all for your positions, or as near to them as I know it, and what I have seen of your skills. You, Commander, Knight-Enchanter Amsel, Provost, are the one who must know this first and foremost, so you can correctly place me in the field. To you, I owe everything, first and foremost. As well as you are a mage, Enchanter Amsel, and you, a Templar, Commander Coupe? Or was I mistaken in my misunderstanding? With both of your strengths present, if I truly presented a threat that I am unaware of, I know you both to be of sound body and mind to make that assessment."
Then her hand lifts, her head turning, to gesture to Ioverth, beside Thranduil. "Ioverth is intimate with Madamoselle Gwenaelle, whatever that means to Provost Thranduil, who I assume knows, given how freely she spoke of it. As they're married soon, it is the nature of couples to share everything as it stands, so pretending he wouldn't know is tiring. Besides, I wanted to give assurance that since I must truly be killed by first-blow, someone who can do it easily seemed pertinent and would know to do it even if the future. Especially so you understand how seriously I mean that I will gladly submit." This is what you wanted, right? So she goes on. Her hand lifts next to indicate to Solas. "Master Solas is both an elf native to these lands, and a mage of considerable knowledge who seems very well versed in spirits and has proven to be discrete. I thought to make sure to submit myself to any testing he might have so you could make absolutely sure I am not a mage. Additionally, if you would like further proof of my lack of corruption, I believe you know... Madam Galadriel? At least when we were all on that wretched island together. But, that aside, the wondrous properties of her cloth. To that, you ought to know what it means when I say it does not burn me."
A sigh stops her words, lets that first bit sink it. "Warden Teren I have served with, as I presently do not know any other high ranking members of her order, she was the only one I could vouch for the character of as someone who could mind her own words both now and later, who has a healthy amount of paranoia to not be swayed by anything I have to say if she thought it wrong." Expletives and dry sarcastic commentary aside. "I have promised my service to Captain Vane and Captain Flint," well, not Flint right now, but Flint soon, whether anyone liked it or not. "For when they need an experienced fighter on deck, in the future. So it seemed important that in time, I tell them in case the worst should happen, but that I had best go to their commander, Araceli - " a nod to the woman's direction. "- first."
And her eyes drop, at long last, at the end of her list, something fixed unhappily behind her mouth, to Kitty. If there has been anything at all to any of these explanations, it is - "And Miss Kitty, who I promised the truth to, and... she deserves the truth from me, more than anyone." But that - that wasn't really for this room, or these people, or anything else that matters. But more than anything, it was what mattered to her especially.
With it all finished, she turns her eyes back. Waiting, perhaps even patiently for her. There, anything else you needed her to explain?