Trahey attempts to make up for the lack of published information on guild changes and learns the up-front method isn't always the right one.
You have emoted: Trahey offers a salute to Nelras, taking a moment to study him before shaking off his confusion.
Smiling politely, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Good evening."
As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty, spreading darkness across the land.
A slight muttering precedes the appearance of Nelras, stepping out of a glowing circle of energy and slowly becoming clearly visible.
You have emoted: "Good evening to you, sir." Trahey straightens, finding refuge in military posture.
You say, "Err... Terribly sorry. Head just got foggy. Erm, yes. The letter."
You say, "It's an honour to meet one who was in the thick of it all, sir!"
Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.
A hint of concern comes to Nelras's expression as he studies you. Quietly, he asks, "Is everything quite alright?"
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "It is a pleasure to meet you finally, but we need not speak of the letter if there is something else on your mind."
You have emoted: Trahey is smiling at Nelras, but the slightly lost look in his grey eyes has not fully receded. "To tell the truth, sir, I do have - something - on my mind, but I can't for the life of me fathom what it is and how it came to be. Maybe it might be better not to pay too much attention, for now... it feels like chasing rainbows."
You say, "And, well, I am still very curious. And I came prepared!"
You pat a discreet pocket-sized notepad in a friendly manner.
Nelras nods his head slowly. "Very well," he says with a slight smile. "Are there any specific questions that you wish to ask?"
You have emoted: Trahey's voice is hushed now. "I did read the scrolls. But it didn't give details in quite some places, you understand. What was it like when those insurgents first arrived? And how - how did negotiations go? Involving Lord Nitraedes? I did hear about his guile when handling the situation."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 19th of Estar, 530 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Nelras pauses for a moment, seemingly distracted, before giving his reply. "Lord Nitraedes was, to my understanding, involved in gathering information regarding the insurgency. It is thanks to his work that we learned some of the reason why they were attacking."
You ask, "Were you there to hear the exchange, sir?"
Shaking his head, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "No, I was not. I was elsewhere at the time."
You have emoted: Trahey adjusts his grip on a white platinum klangaxe of aurora borealis crystal with one hand and the brim of his hat with the other. "Perhaps it might be better if I asked about your experiences, sir."
You whisper, "It... Well. I don't quite know what to ask when it comes to that."
You whisper, "I'd never seen Lord... Lord Crys. Or this Jilai. I don't know what they normally do. I had no idea it... was possible for a Voice to do that."
Nelras gives a barely audible sigh, as if he had been expecting this turn of events. He remains silent for a time, before saying, "So, you know some part of what transpired, then? I had planned to tell you of my limited interaction with the insurgency, but if you know already then that would be somewhat counterproductive, I suppose."
You have emoted: Trahey shakes his head vigorously. "Oh, no, every bit of detail counts, sir."
You have emoted: Trahey leans down absentmindedly to pat a storm-coloured greyhound, eyes still trained on Nelras - rather like an eager pup himself barely reining in his energy.
Keegan arrives from the southeast.
Raising his hand in greeting, Keegan says "Hello!"
Nelras inclines his head politely to Keegan.
You give Keegan a respectful salute.
The sky lightens and stars fade as Father Sun approaches the horizon in his neverending quest to capture Mother Night.
Nelras glances around slowly, letting his gaze fall over both the guards stationed around the Matrix and then Keegan before it returns to you. "In that case, my involvement in dealing with the insurgency was limited to the operation of that..." He gestures in the direction of the resonance tower. Turning to Keegan, he quietly says, "We are speaking of the end of the old guilds."
Keegan stares blankly to Nelras before giving a curt nod. "I feel like that predates me."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "I did find some of the insurgents as I moved around the city. I had to deal with them as they had been attacking me. Other than that, my attention was elsewhere."
You have emoted: Trahey scritches furiously away, ever the devoted scribe, pausing to add an avid nod here and there. Listening.
Nelras nods his head in approval at your efforts. "I am afraid that the other matter you mentioned will likely be a conversation for another time, and another place," he says, before turning back to Keegan. "As for yourself, an event having occurred before your time is no reason not to learn of it."
You have emoted: Trahey's hand stills, and he gives a deep nod - perhaps to conceal his disappointment. "Of course, sir. When it suits you."
Nelras says to you, "As I was saying, I spent much of my time from that point onwards turning my attention to that tower." He mutters something quietly under his breath. "Do you know of what happened, in the end?"
Very quiet, you whisper, "Your - the Grand Libretto gave herself up to..."
You have emoted: Trahey does not finish his sentence, something in Nelras's expression making him falter for the first time.
Perhaps more harshly than he means to, Nelras says, "That is the part that we will discuss another time."
Keegan scratches his head in confusion.
Still soft, you say, "In the end, everything was put to rights, of course."
Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "Now, returning to what happened afterwards, I was operating the tower for much of the course of the insurgency. I am aware that the insurgents made an effort to attack Air, possibly in an attempt to disconnect that plane from the Matrix. That may have been before I reached the tower though, I do not remember fully."
Nelras murmurs, "That is one problem with the Resonance Tower, amongst many in my opinion. It requires a member of the Board to use it fully. I was the only one awake at the time, you see."
You have emoted: Trahey casts a glance at where the tower lies.
Sunlight billows across the realm, revealing the full glory of the majestic sun's luminous presence as he climbs higher into the sky.
Nelras tells you, "Usually I would not discuss the other matter outside of the Symphonium, save for one or two exceptions. I am willing to, as you already know of what happened it seems, but not where we might be so easily overheard. I hope that you understand my reluctance."
You tell Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate, "That must be the other place you mentioned. Of course, sir."
Frowning, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "That tower has caused far more trouble than it has been worth."
You have emoted: Trahey does not offer an opinion, but does make a note in the margins.
Shaking his head, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says, "In any case, we started to receive what appeared to be a message, but it was somewhat scrambled. Eventually, we managed to work out what it was saying, and to tune the tower so that we might receive it more clearly. I do seem to recall that lady Windwhisper played a part in deciphering the original transmission, but I might be...mistaken. It is hard to say."
Cautious, you say, "If I may interject, sir..."
With a reassuring smile, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Of course."
Looking down, you say, "I am sorry. I should have looked more into matters before coming to ask. If... if there are events you'd rather not share, I can understand."
You have emoted: Trahey offers a sympathetic wince, as if to emphasize.
Quietly, Quintessence Nelras Shevat, Her Silvern Legate says to you, "Do not worry about it. We will talk another time. The general history of what happened and how the guilds closed should be known, in any case. Anything else that happened at the same time..."
The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.
With an expression of some sorrow, Nelras quietly says, "I am afraid that I must depart for a time, there are other matters to which I must turn my attention. We will speak again however."
With a flourish of his arm, Nelras bows deeply.
You give Nelras a respectful salute.
Nelras's head falls back as he smiles softly at nothing in particular. The faint outline of numinous angel wings grows around him.
To the Lord Quintessence - I hope this letter finds you safely, sir.
I’ve heard the songs of the Clarramore swans today. I had the journal here with me, although at one point it somehow faded. I know I’ve already told you this, sir, but I must do so again. I apologise for not looking enough before coming to you. Now I know who Jilai and Lord Crys is, a little, and now I know what happened to her. Why you were reluctant to disclose what I asked you about.
Now I know she has moved on. When I met you, I didn’t occur to me she had at all, sir.
Thank you for bearing with me. What stories you might be willing to share I will listen to gladly, but please, sir, don’t push yourself to tell things you’d rather not relive.
Facet Trahey of the Adherents
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