<strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>McAlester Freehold / Aldridge Hotel<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>Party split! Check the Tagging to see where your update is for your character! :)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Quinn (Sparrowhawke), Arwen (Eobelle)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quinn only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Quinn is unable to hear any more dialogue.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arwen only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Arwen catches a tiny tail-end further of the conversation!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was clearly some chatter between the last element Arwen heard and what she heard next, so there were gaps, but she made it out again when the Duchess raised her voice.<br/><br/>"Helaku, I am not your <em>enemy.</em>"<br/><br/>And the male voice, presumably named Helaku, said, "Not intentionally, Duchess, but Kithain society is not something my people are even usually part of! What care do I have for how <em>you</em> want to resolve things? The first casualty and Calla are linked, and I--"<br/><br/>The Duchess said, upset, "You are blaming me for her choice to--"<br/><br/>"I'm not. I'm not! Who Calla chose to sleep with is her concern. This is not about base jealousy. It's not, Gabriela," he said insistently. There was the sound of footsteps approaching...<br/></div></div><br/><br/>The door opened, and a rather hansome man emerged, obviously of Native American descent, but his mien was alarmingly attractive. He had slightly pointed ears and eyes that had an almost gem-like quality to them. Shocked to see people outside the door, he turned and said to the Duchess, who was clad in regal armor and her tabard, "You had people spying on me?"<br/><br/>The Duchess pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "<em>No.</em>I had another meeting; they were clearly waiting on us to get done. Helaku, we aren't going to have a good dialogue today. Shall we try again tomorrow/"<br/><br/>He grimaced and said, "Fine. Fine." And without introducing himself to the two Kihain or Knobley, he walked out. A few other Nunnehi walked out after him, though none stopped. The Duchess stood before them, clad in dark armor, her troll look apparent. Her skin was blue and smooth, minus a scar here and there, and her hair was bright red. It was quite the contrast to her mortal seeming, which had a blonde amazon sort of look. But one thing stayed the same in both forms: she was<em>built.</em>Years of combat and working out had clearly paid off. She was beautiful in a fierce sort of way, standing there in her House colors, looking annoyed.<br/><br/>"Well? Have you news to report?" she said to Quinn and Arwen. It was well known that the Duchess was a bit less on formalities than just about any other ruler. Either that...or she was stressed enough to not remember her good graces. But it was almost forgivable in a troll. Almost.