by Tolleson » Sat Jul 13, 2013 7:20 am
It was good that the former governor was so patient, the sketching out of events seemed crude at best, but he had managed to interpret her anxious story. In fact, that he seemed to wade through and summarize the matters and still be able to focus on the problems at hand, had a very calming effect on the redhead. To his troubled expression and all his words she sighed deeply nodding in agreement, in understanding, at all the right times.
“By all…accounts, though please understand I am… I would consider Giuseppe a friend, I do not wish it for him… but he-he-he should be-be dead.” This detail was rather unimportant, not for Giuseppe of course, but in that the only thing it proved to them now was that Rhaena held some additional power. Her considerable skill with influencing others may well have been the primary problem, but she was also incredibly clever, perhaps wielding some other power.
“Ariane has been… acting strangely," and there was a gulp as she considered the more drastic cases. "Where Elliot Brown, Dulcie… their minds seem entirely... compromised.” There is a pained expression that pulls Genny’s face down, and her head shakes back and forth. “Berdini, perhaps all of the councilors… though, Treadwell seems free of it. It-it-it is becoming increasingly d-d-difficult to know who to trust… she might i-i-influence someone at any time.” The point of which was that Rhaena knew the government, the workings of Myrken wood – she had The Constables, The Inquistory, The Council and a thief turned loyal bodyguard.
There is a small change in her posture as she shifts her weight and tucks away a rebellious strand of hair. Turning to look at Calomel when he mentioned the mental link between Rhaena and Glenn, nodding. “Yes, it… I’ve seen their bond… he must have known… perhaps the moment he returned,” she didn’t say she had been told, or learned as much; she had seen it. There is only one further nod and a small pull at the corner of her mouth, a pathetic little grin that recognized how willful Glenn could be.
Assuming he was alive was a good place to start, something she had already done mentally but was happier to hear aloud. It wasn’t likely that Rhaena would kill him, their love for one another was earnest. She knew. But there were a good number of places to hide someone in Myrken, it was littered with smuggler’s holes, caves, pits at the bottom of the lake, magic forests that might keep a man lost for weeks on end. She was silent a moment, a long moment, giving a forced smile to the girl at the pond and offering a meager wave.
“Short of sending him away… to Hexal,” wasn’t that where all the exiles went? Glenn Burnie was too clever, indeed, he has escaped the Underdark – a story he had never offered to share with her, but a fact she knew. “Thessilane,” she almost laughed, a dry sort of scoff at the idea, but he did have some friends there. And considering the current political climate, the idea seemed to hold weight for all of two seconds before she completely dimissed it. “The Gaol?” No, hadn’t Catch basically destroyed it. She shook her head at all of these, retrieveing her hands and cupping them over her face as if the sheltered darkness might help her access that internal library, might help her think.
“There was a trial… a ,” sham. To this Genny did shake her head, with absolute disagreement, it hadn’t been Rhaena’s place to stage. There was all the need in the world to go over the details of the Storyteller if Calomel was unaware, but not the time. There had been rumors after all, but there was more than good reason to suspect, “That pit... Golben?”