closed / you reap what you sow.

[tender]

WHO: Derrica, Gela, Strange, Vanya
WHAT: The Gang Attempts Public Relations
WHEN: Sometime in Harvestmere
WHERE: Cledwyn, Wildervale
NOTES: OOC Info.

The letter sent to Riftwatch by the castellan overseeing the particular region of Wildervale in which the village of Cledwyn is located is brief. The village, the castellan writes, is suffering from a spate of sickness. Ordinarily, they would of course send their own healers to support the locals. Unfortunately, the great majority of their resources have been committed to aiding the Exalted March. With this in mind, would Riftwatch please be so kind as to send some help their way? In exchange, the castellan promises Riftwatch ten casks of the finest vintage in their cellars in addition to some vague overture of future favors.

It's not a very appealing offer, save for the final detail: 'Please speak to Sister Merran when you arrive. She will brief you on the situation accordingly.'

Sister Merran, to anyone on top of their Chantry pamphleting, is a prominent advocate in the Chantry for the reinstitution of Circles (and, presumably, the imprisonment of Rifters post-war). It would be preferable if something could be done to sway her opinion on the matter, or to at least reduce the strength of her voice in the debate. Seeing a prime opportunity to make a good impression on Sister Merran, Gela, Vanya, Derrica and Strange are ordered to attend to the village. They're to be on their best behavior and exhibit their best bedside manner.

Unfortunately, when they arrive in Cledwyn, they will find the situation considerably more complicated than the castellan made it out to be. It seems this sickness plaguing Cledwyn is just the tip of the Problems iceberg.

Comments

[portalling]

“None taken,” Strange replies, obligingly. He’s cranky about the treatment he’s been getting out here in Cledwyn, but it’s far easier to swallow when it’s a risk assessment from his colleague, rather than mute hostility from a total stranger. But he’s looking at Vanya now, contemplative.

“It’s a good idea. If you’re speaking from a position of authority,” he says, although it’s evidently delicate what kind of authority templars are vested with, “then you might be our best shot to have them give a damn at all what we say.”

[wearyallalone]

"Outright lies could cause us different problems, later," he says, an objection. But not a full one, as he modifies it with: "We could omit some things though, I suppose. If it gets us an audience with Sister Merran. We have to fulfill our assignment somehow, and it may be the most direct way."

He still looks somewhat as if he's taken a bite of something sour, but his tone is calm enough. He'll stomach it if he needs to. That said, he looks to Derrica and adds, "It is up to you, though. If you'd rather not, we can think of another approach."