Aly’isgar Vlos’maral strode into the Captains office and stood just inside the door. Out of habit she scanned the place to see if anything had been moved. “It has been quiet.” She spoke in Drow her accent making the language flow beautifully. “Maybe you prefer quiet.” She bowed respectfully. She didn’t have so very much knowledge of The Living City yet she considered the respect appropriate even though to a passerby she seemed to be bowing to nothing and talking to herself.

“For myself, after awhile the absolute quiet becomes a shrill scream in my ears.” She smiled and took two strides into the office and closed the door behind her. Her tone was matter-of-fact. “You have Velsharoons back in Temple. I have spoken to Watcher and cautioned against any Law breaking. I have yet to meet Prophet. Also, a mage will be petitioning you for re-entry. This news is from Lieutenant Sicarius. When I meet up with the mage I shall inform them that the decision is yours. Oh and there is talk of starting up a council in Tarkuul.” She paused for a moment. “Would you have objection to adding the idol of The Lady of the Dead here?”

Aly’isgar moved to sit at the desk, The Living City would answer when it would she thought. Its not as if she needed rest like humans and she was willing to wait.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

Aly'isgar sat at her desk in her chair as she always sat in chairs, leaning forward slightly, one boot a foot length in front of the other and apart one and a half feet so that in an instant she could be up and engaged in battle in half a breath. That was due to her over 70 years of training by the Weapon Master and she would never be comfortable sitting any other way.

Just like her serious face, kept in place as a measure for survival. Any underdark drow knew the importance of keeping their emotions to themselves. Yet, here in her office in Tarkuul, she did something unusual and rare. She laughed. Not the wicked laugh of a priestess of Lolth. A lovely and musical laugh that might cause others to smile along.

She set the letter she had been reading down and addressed The Living City. Her laughter gone, her tone serious once again.

"I have heard we have a new council. If this is not the case, I expect you will let me know. The Watcher whom leads them strikes me as intelligent and driven. You could do worse. There is a mage soon to be running about in fear he has been banned. Apparently he was of Bane and now is not. No doubt a rivvil who seem to use their loyalty like a sea's wave, it comes, it goes." She shakes her head. "In any case Watcher Demios has vouched for the mage. Since neither I nor Lieutenant found any report specifically saying he was banned he will be allowed in and watched. Our Lieutenant seems to think the current style of uniform is ugly. And he is correct. I wonder if you care for fashion at all....ah well. They will be changed." She stands moves around her desk and bows. "I shall make arrangement for my Lady's idol."

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

Another cycle of the Captain reading interesting notices and reports with a glass of amber colored liquid in reach.

Suddenly, her fist clenches the parchment she holds. The glass and amber liquid fly across the room and fragment into little pieces as the come in contact with Aly'sigars mirror. Then in a blurr of moment there is a shining blade in her hand and with a graceful movement born of years of becoming one with the blade Aly'isgars little wooden stool is hacked into itty bitty pieces.

She drops to her knees upon the bits and pieces of her former stool. Her blade held at the ready as she speaks in a low controlled voice in Drow. "An attack upon your guard will not be tolerated. Your new council should know better. I shall inform them of your Laws. No doubt you saw, no doubt you heard. I assume that anyone attacking themselves has been taken over by another. I will investigate and bring you a more detailed report as soon as possible."

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The Captain and a well armored individual with a horned helm stood in the office for quite some time having a conversation.

Captain Aly'isgars stance was her usual casual one, left hand resting upon the pommel of her ornately decorated blade, Blood Storm. Her hair, rife with static electricity, would have been in her face yet it was swept back and tucked behind her delicately pointed ears. Her tone varied from her usual serious to amused. There was even a brief bit of her musical laughter, a rarity.

The other individual stood in a relaxed militaristic style. They wore heavy plate in contrast to Captain Aly'isgars mostly leather and cloth. The helm adorned with horns made them much taller than Captain Aly'isgar or perhaps it was the fact that their posture was straight, shoulders back. There was confidence in that stance, one not borne of false self assurance. This was an air of an individual who had the experience to back up their skill.

After their tour of Tarkuul was done, Captain Aly'isgar ripped the parchment that listed the Living Guard roster down. The dagger holding it in place sliced through the parchment cleanly.

The roster was soon replaced. It had been rewritten and a name added.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."

The office is clean, freshly dusted and all indication of who's office it is have been removed.

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Ari'aerath Dlues'athsha ~ Silver Singer with the Bow of the Sun
Clarette Feohn ~ Magic is Art.
Victoria Marrs ~ "I have an herb for that."