Arion+Seven

Septrem Ninth, Late Evening

Just when things were starting to settle down here chaos rears its ugly, tormenting head. It would seem that we left the ball last night just in time to miss out on quite a lot! Somehow, in the course of the evening the king had been assassinated, the prince has gone missing, Valinyr Tyrelli had been killed, and his young apprentice Kyla had disappeared, and is now being blamed for her master’s death, and for being involved in a conspiracy against the King and the Prince. This world is getting a bit out of hand, if you ask me! To make matters worse, they have taken many of the minstrals and musicians who played at the palace into custody for questioning… including our good friend, Reid.

Naturally, I needed to find out some more information, so I took Lia with me around town to dig up anything we could pertaining to last night’s events. (Eli, Kirin, and Jen stayed back at Reid’s place… Carter and his minion are still on the prowl, and I didn’t think it would have been a good idea to expose Eli anymore than absolutely necessary, what with everything that has been going on and all.)

Unfortunately there is very little that can be done for Reid. He is being held under suspect of conspiracy. I would gladly go in and throw what there is of my weight around, but I fear it would get him into further trouble. He helped me out in a scrape with the Mandosians earlier, and they will not soon forget that… if I were to go in there proclaiming his innocence, he would just look that much more guilty because of our association. Also, if they can convince themselves that someone with a past and heritage like Reideliron Slade could possibly wish harm on the people of Havenland, there is far more going on deep within the courts than I care to delve into! I do plan on writing to his brother however. Perhaps someone with his influence can help in this matter.

The events surrounding our nature-loving friend, Lia have also come into the clear. While she and I were wandering the town, she became all bristly about some Hissians that seemed to be following someone. She was convinced they were of ill intent… seemed to have something of a personal issue with them. I didn’t want her to start a scene in town… especially after the damage done at the Alehouse a few nights back. This definitely isn’t a time we want the local law enforcement looking our way any more than they already are. She promised me we would only follow them… that she wouldn’t start anything. She said she would only intervene if something sinister did in fact occur.

As fate would have it, the Hissians had sinister and nasty on their list of things to do today… they picked a fight with the cloaked figure in a deserted ally. I, not being much help in a fight, left Lia to do as she wished and went to find some help in the form of a couple guards. By the time I returned, the Hissians were not much more than piles of gore, and she was speaking with the other individual with obvious familiarity. He also called her by a name different than the one she normally goes by… Dru.

I called her on it later, and found out that she has quite the sad story. She and the other fellow are the soul survivors of a village decimated by a group of Hissians who bear a red mark on their backs. She has been hunting them since. I can see where she would want some retribution for the death of all of her people, but I sincerely hope she doesn’t bring her vengeance to bear in the city again… it could only spell trouble for her and her friend, Dunin.

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