<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As for you, we can find who is at fault later. Give one vial to the sages here and you can keep the other to give to the Mistpeak sages. I require everyone here to defend the city at the moment. Not one hollowman will penetrate my city understood? If this does happen there will be grave consequences in both the short term and long term with our tenuous relationship."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Aryia stood from a bow and looked furious. The mages about Dralen looked confused, their attention on the exchange. Such accusations of blame or cause of an outcome from someone to another who was not intending it was alien to their values, and abrasive.<br/><strong><br/>"Fault ? If fault exists is the arrogance of assuming people share the same values or should ! Or your role is that of judge for those that dont share them, or even to those who do ! Judgment is for the values of gods deeming favour to those who serve intentions they relate to. THe Gods one chooses are those that are in alignment with, not ones who suits others. Your not one yet, and if you do become one while keeping such attitude, you would never be one I would praise, let alone pay tribute to."</strong><br/><br/>Aryia was livid, she had risked her life, nearly lost it to send word of this to the king, and it wasn't for her people she did this. The arrogance of the man.<br/><strong><br/>"After what I offered of my treasury, service, report and findings these vials may hold. No thanks for the report ? No gladness of warning ? Prefer our deaths to go unnoticed until Hollowmen crawled into every civilian window maybe ? Tenuous relationship indeed ! And for this warning, what do I get in return ? Statements of impending judgment of fault ! <br/><br/>Such judgment simply be self-serving, to imply it was betrayal or the weakness of others to justify why your role of ensuring safety fell ? Respect is deserved, not assumed in titles. A poor artist blames their tools, tools who work for you willingly without pay and have created good for your wants are ones you don't judge ! "</strong><br/><br/>At this the mages hovering near Dralen moved quickly about Aryia, whatever value differences seemed to be implied here it was enough for them to orbit about those that they related to more.<br/><br/><strong>"My ring and I take our leave, we will aid the outbreak as best we can , and facilitate evacuation if we see it as doomed. Of management of situations, expectations, others and fault, if we live past the time our our service to YOUR people, indeed we will speak later ~my king~"</strong><br/><br/>The last two words dripped sarcasm.<br/><strong><br/>"... assuming your tongue deftly finds words of appreciation and apology to keep such title."</strong><br/><br/>At this Aryia sighed and shook some anger out of herself while staring at the single vial in her hand. The enemy wasn't the king. He was doing what most king's would, if they split now all was lost, if it wasn't so already.<br/><br/><strong>"You may yet prove to be a good man as the reports of others say.If it was my people being overrun by hollowmen, Perhaps I would easily forget my senses and speak so also. If we live though this, I will be willing to forgive and forget and let waters be passed under the bridge, but not if your enter such a dialogue while trying to juggle your pride"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Blame indeed, evacuation not considered ? Preposterous!" Aryia mumbled, just before the witches left the palace Aryia looked to Dralen.</strong><br/><strong><br/>"Dralen, I know our values may not be something you agree with but a will user with us would be most advantageous. Soldiers in numbers can not be quiet, but we have other means, as a group pray join us, at least for resolving this issue on our doorstep, not for promises for the king's service, but for those who can't afford pride in times like now, for those who reside in Browerstone."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ships are in the harbor nearby, if it starts proving that their soilders can not overcome the horde, I intend to use the circle to see the evacuation of the women and children away from danger and hopefully any man smart enough to join us.  Towns can be repaired, re-taken, rebuilt, lives however is not so easy. Lets not see the children and mothers of Browerstone pay for the arrogance of a few who should be serving them"</strong><br/><br/>The leaving witches and the palace guards eyed each other nervously. One word from the king to cease them for such an outburst would lead to a situation, perhaps even civil war, at a time neither could afford it. For the moment neither leader seemed to command those about them though, seemingly to let the scene unfold on its own.<br/><br/>