“Jhansi Ki Rani, Maharani Lakshmi Bai, that is enough.”
A rare occasion where Herian’s voice is raised and it clips the end of Lakshmi’s words. “Do not speak to us as though we are blind to the flaws of the world that we have lived in our whole lives, and do not presume that none of us have suffered for it.” She almost expects flame to burn over her skin, coals to burn in her nerves, but her magic remains steady and constant. Good.
Herian breathes, and then back to her usual steadiness, calm and even: “It is not an unreasonable expectation that you speak with the Division Heads in private, before discussing in this open manner. You have, to this point, held the position of community outreach and influence within the Diplomacy division, and you know that we do our utmost to be readily available and there are roles within the Inquisition hierarchy that we make available for people to apply to and diversify the knowledge and methods influencing our approach and direction.”
“We need Scoutmaster Ashara in attendance before be proceed, and then I will ask whether having the blackwater administered to you daily and when you’ve need of it will be sufficient. I cannot imagine that the Provost or Commander intended to see you deprived of it completely and left to perish. I also would like to know what you plan to do when your supply of it dwindles, as what you have handed to the Commander seems… a near insignificant amount. Until the Scoutmaster arrives I will ask that all present take time to reflect on the situation and apply sense and reason, so that we might discuss it in a calm and intelligent fashion instead of slinging accusations and insults.”
She looks to the Warden. "Warden, if you would fetch the Scoutmaster and bring her here immediately. Do not speak of this to anyone on your way."
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A rare occasion where Herian’s voice is raised and it clips the end of Lakshmi’s words. “Do not speak to us as though we are blind to the flaws of the world that we have lived in our whole lives, and do not presume that none of us have suffered for it.” She almost expects flame to burn over her skin, coals to burn in her nerves, but her magic remains steady and constant. Good.
Herian breathes, and then back to her usual steadiness, calm and even: “It is not an unreasonable expectation that you speak with the Division Heads in private, before discussing in this open manner. You have, to this point, held the position of community outreach and influence within the Diplomacy division, and you know that we do our utmost to be readily available and there are roles within the Inquisition hierarchy that we make available for people to apply to and diversify the knowledge and methods influencing our approach and direction.”
“We need Scoutmaster Ashara in attendance before be proceed, and then I will ask whether having the blackwater administered to you daily and when you’ve need of it will be sufficient. I cannot imagine that the Provost or Commander intended to see you deprived of it completely and left to perish. I also would like to know what you plan to do when your supply of it dwindles, as what you have handed to the Commander seems… a near insignificant amount. Until the Scoutmaster arrives I will ask that all present take time to reflect on the situation and apply sense and reason, so that we might discuss it in a calm and intelligent fashion instead of slinging accusations and insults.”
She looks to the Warden. "Warden, if you would fetch the Scoutmaster and bring her here immediately. Do not speak of this to anyone on your way."