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WHO: Derrica, Marcus, Petra.
WHAT: Post meeting debrief.
WHEN: Backdated, Harvestmere
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Eventual guest stars to come, watch this space.
WHAT: Post meeting debrief.
WHEN: Backdated, Harvestmere
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Eventual guest stars to come, watch this space.
They have been riding for some time now. Passing through the eluvian and setting out on the roadway, with Petrana bracketed between Marcus and Derrica, they've cut through the countryside to wind their way south again.
The heavy footfalls of Petrana's nuggalope and the speed at which they've traveled has cut off the possibility of conversation. It's not until Marcus directs them off the roadway, into a copse of trees where a river flows that they are afforded any chance for conversation. Derrica remains in the saddle for a few moments, stroking her palm along Dulcinea's neck and observing Petrana and the Black Divine, Marcus dismounting his newly acquired horse.
All the weight of the conversation they've had, the news they are carrying back with them, is still settling in her mind. Derrica looks between them, fingers playing loosely in Dulcinea's mane. Weighs up the utility of breaking the quiet before asking—
"Who shall we speak to first?"
She can guess at a few potentials. But she would like to hear what they are thinking of, and order her own thoughts accordingly.
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Riftwatch's intelligence and coordination would do little for Starkhaven's forces in the position they find themselves now, but with a shot in the arm from Fiona's mages—
they might win something, without bogging Riftwatch down in an unwinnable siege.
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He believes it now, but doesn't feel as much need, in this company, to make an unflinching case for it. They will know better when they land in Starkhaven, and his silence is agreement for Petrana's words.
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That Julius has yet to say no is heartening. His assessment matters. As much as Derrica believes they have come to a conclusion, she would have accepted any check Julius extended towards their efforts.
"But we must convince the Division heads to support us in that. We can't order people onto griffons ourselves."
Well, it might be frowned upon, but—
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"At least you're giving me Rutyer, as I think the potential diplomatic upsides are fairly clear. If Riftwatch is seen to broker this, it's going to matter to other Marcher cities, at a minimum." He's thinking out loud, aware he's not telling them anything they don't know. "And I don't think leadership will see it as drawing a line in the sand with the Chantry. The Exalted March failing to come is still qualitatively different that an overt statement that no one else should help either. After all, Riftwatch has already been offering direct help to the limited extent we can."
He reaches for a sheet of paper. "Do you have a particular approach you're planning to take with the others that I should be aware of?"
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Her hands spread.
“It would not be our failing, if the Divine were to rail that her failure to act must be everyone's. It is not a winning argument.”
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Probably. If anyone is.
"He'll see the angles of it without our emphasis."
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"As long as we do it all at once," she adds. "I think it better if we don't wait. We tell them what we have for them, instead of letting of them present it as they perceive the situation."
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(If he wonders whether they themselves considered and rejected the idea of bringing him, he doesn't give any sign)
"I do agree. Starkhaven can't wait, for one thing. For another, the sooner we approach the division heads, the less likely rumors outstrip us. We're providing an opportunity, not a problem; best to have the unfettered ability to frame it that way."