closed.

[luaithre]

WHO: Bastien, Derrica, Edgard, Flint, Julius, Marcus, Tiffany, Tsenka
WHAT: It's a lovely day for a rescue mission
WHEN: Vaguely late Justinian
WHERE: A day out from Val Chevin
NOTES: Viiiolence

Comments

[tender]

"Yes, the Division Heads need to know. Even if it isn't her, they should be aware that there's someone."

Easy agreement. Something has gone wrong. And perhaps it stretches farther than just Marcus. What else could have been arranged? They cannot see everything.

Derrica is thinking of Brother Gideon. Of the damage that could be done from within their own ranks.

"Will you be safe traveling alone?"

More or less alone. In the company of templars, who may or may not be trusted.

[fairforce]

"Honestly? If I had a choice, I would take another of us with me. But we've counted ourselves and discovered that our options are limited. And--"

Tiffany gives a tiny little smile. Gestures at herself, demure.

"I do have a few tricks I can use if things get hairy. Besides which, if they manage to kill a Seeker, they'll have a lot more than Riftwatch to answer to. Hopefully this isn't me being overconfident."

She glances over at Bastien. "Is there anything else we should ask Arlyn?"

[cozen]

Bastien gives a sweeping-hand shrugged that means yes, everything, beginning with confirmation that this ambiguously-referenced SF wrote the letters rather than being tangentially involved in some other way, but—

"If you are going to look at the letters anyway, I'm not sure it worth trying to wiggle more facts out of him. Maybe he will be more chatty on the road, when he can be more certain having information is not the only thing keeping him alive."

If he were to behave the way he feels, he would sulkily kick the little rock near his boots. Instead he steps on top of it and rolls it in a circle with his foot.

"The Scoutmaster knows we have a spy. And the Ambassador," because of course Bastien told Byerly. "Rowntree has been concerned for some time."

This had to be about Marcus himself, Tsenka said—and it seems likely. A rebel mage with a worrisome history, and one of the people most doggedly sniffing after her trail. Twofer. He thinks of the blood mage he encountered with Fitcher, years ago. She stabbed him with a candelabrum. He stops his rock-rolling.

"We should have invited you, Seeker. But this seemed to be a Chantry spy, you are a Chantry affiliate—you know how it goes."

[fairforce]

Understandable, says Tiffany's first nod. But, still, unimpressed, says her second, slower nod. It's only through her training that she refrains from giving the little sigh that is in her chest. Of course if there was a suspected spy, being cautious about who was brought in to that knowledge makes sense--and inviting the Chantry-affiliated newcomer in to the inner circle makes no sense--but, even so.

"I hate dishonesty." Which is maybe putting it a bit too plainly, and causing her composure to suffer--but, even so. "And subterfuge, and spies, and the lot of it. I always have. Probably that accounts for a third of why I became a Seeker of Truth in the first place--I like things fair, and open, and honest. Oh, well. I'm glad to know it now. I don't know how much my knowing before would have done, really. It's far too late to even bother guessing." She tucks her hair behind her ear again, that same girlish gesture. Better to get it out now before she's on the road with Templars and Searah Arlyn, trying to pleasantly and subtly ferret more truths from him.

"Though for the record, if there is a Chantry spy, they didn't run it by my order first, which I suppose they wouldn't do. You may share that with anyone. It's the truth, as far as I'm aware."

Right. Enough of this. She draws herself up, and takes a breath.

"I'll go and tell Serah Arlyn the good news."