<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Tevinter-aesthetic.jpg)</div><strong> Ualan Yoson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13563593#msg13563593)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Aka ka Clan territory<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>Holed up in an old Imperial archives that now served as his office, Ualan worked into the night, hunched over a desk and surrounded by scrolls and candles. That was how things went in the Aka ka: if you wanted something, you fought for it, either with toil or steel. No servants, no entitlements, just the grit needed to forge one's own path.<br/><br/>Sorting through official clan correspondence, Ualan’s eyes narrowed as he read excuse after excuse from various landholders who were unwilling to send troops. They were notoriously wily creatures, and even in the warlike Aka ka, there were those who resented it when their peasants were called to arms: fewer hands working the land meant fewer coins jangling in a landlord’s pockets. Lord Toujou, for instance, claimed his lands were depopulated by an epidemic (though curiously, none of the neighbouring areas knew anything about this conveniently timed outbreak). Meanwhile, Lord Juba swore on his firstborn’s life that he<em>had</em>dispatched troops, and that they must’ve been waylaid… and yet not a single soul had seen any soldiers passing on the roads out of his territory. Lord Yukimori made vague claims that he simply didn’t have the men to spare – as if that excuse has not been used a thousand times before!<br/><br/>As thorough and unyielding as a millstone, Ualan assayed their lies and pretexts, making notes of his own as he went along. Within a week, his men would be surreptitiously visiting the holdings of each of those lords to assess their claims. In a fortnight, Ualan would have the truth. And by the end of the month? The Aka ka Clan would have their troops.