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The four Kamenan men at the bar took the two relaymen upstairs. Johnus and Jorgin chose to return home the following morning, but Kith Serrith would stay to bear his witness of what happened.
They settled themselves around the table freshly vacated by the guard that took charge of Aemaltim DeSponyas and Hevandler Novinhyuns. The two men followed their new overseers uncertainly, eyes darting back to the more familiar men they were leaving behind.
The bartender came over and asked what they wanted to eat and drink, when he left Danrick introduced Kith Serrith and the Pfyllats more officially to Yurrein Nelendor.
"I am happy to meet you all," Yurrein said in accented Ela'yan. "I am sorry my Ela'yan isn't so good. I do my best to make it easier. Hafitch Mishor, no need to translate. I understand more words than I speak."
"You are fine, M. Nelendor. We can't all be Silfiya DeTauwr."
Yurrein laughed. "No, TITLE DeTauwr is a-eh," his brows furrowed in thought, "what words-she is very singular. No one is how she is with languages. Her work in 1251 was great." He almost said more, but remembered what he was supposed to be doing. "Pardon me, we have other things to speak about. How is Ms. Hillenbohn?"
"Physically she will be fine," Danrick said. "Our doctor treated her and said she should recover well. Just some stitches. She was understandably shaken by the event, but she will be fine."
Yurrein was intently focused on every word. He seemed to understand it all, no brow furrowing or blank expression of incomprehension. "Good, good, I wished she was well," he turned to Kith Serrith. "You were witness, M. Serrith?"
"Yes, sir."
"You want to speak to the Gordie'en Council? Tell them what you saw?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good," Yurrein smiled, "we will make it, eh," he frowned and spoke to Danrick in Kamenan, "I'm sorry Hafitch Mishor, what I want to say is we will make sure they see justice."
"No need to apologize RANK Nelendor." Danrick then translated what Yurrein said.
---
It was after lunch when Danrick Mishor and Kith Serrith met at the chamber for the Gordie'en Council. The room beyond the large double doors was square. The stand for the Council was tiered and elevated, arching around the floor. The main entry to the room was a ten foot wide aisle, flanked by more tiered benches, shorter than the Council Seat, but capable of seating many people. There were smaller doors on either side to access the benches. Danrick lead the way into the large, circular floor of the chamber. It was decorated with a massive mosaic of the Brotherhood's seal.
The proceedings would be in Kamenan and a translator was provided for Kith and a second one for the two relaymen.
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"I am surprised you made the trip personally, Dani." Lodawnrick Mishor's voice was gravely with age, but his dark eyes were still sharp and clear. What little hair he had left was white and so was the moderate-lengthed beard on his face.
"I figured the Council would want me to report on the past year, regardless of what happened, and given how eventful this last year was, a full, careful, and detailed accounting of all that happened would be in order. I would have come sooner if it weren't so far."
"If it weren't so far, you never would have found Sray Hillenbohn."
"That is true, father," Danrick conceded. "I don't want you to take it that I am unhappy with what I have been charged with."
The four Kamenan men at the bar took the two relaymen upstairs. Johnus and Jorgin chose to return home the following morning, but Kith Serrith would stay to bear his witness of what happened.
They settled themselves around the table freshly vacated by the guard that took charge of Aemaltim DeSponyas and Hevandler Novinhyuns. The two men followed their new overseers uncertainly, eyes darting back to the more familiar men they were leaving behind.
The bartender came over and asked what they wanted to eat and drink, when he left Danrick introduced Kith Serrith and the Pfyllats more officially to Yurrein Nelendor.
"I am happy to meet you all," Yurrein said in accented Ela'yan. "I am sorry my Ela'yan isn't so good. I do my best to make it easier. Hafitch Mishor, no need to translate. I understand more words than I speak."
"You are fine, M. Nelendor. We can't all be Silfiya DeTauwr."
Yurrein laughed. "No, TITLE DeTauwr is a-eh," his brows furrowed in thought, "what words-she is very singular. No one is how she is with languages. Her work in 1251 was great." He almost said more, but remembered what he was supposed to be doing. "Pardon me, we have other things to speak about. How is Ms. Hillenbohn?"
"Physically she will be fine," Danrick said. "Our doctor treated her and said she should recover well. Just some stitches. She was understandably shaken by the event, but she will be fine."
Yurrein was intently focused on every word. He seemed to understand it all, no brow furrowing or blank expression of incomprehension. "Good, good, I wished she was well," he turned to Kith Serrith. "You were witness, M. Serrith?"
"Yes, sir."
"You want to speak to the Gordie'en Council? Tell them what you saw?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good," Yurrein smiled, "we will make it, eh," he frowned and spoke to Danrick in Kamenan, "I'm sorry Hafitch Mishor, what I want to say is we will make sure they see justice."
"No need to apologize RANK Nelendor." Danrick then translated what Yurrein said.
---
It was after lunch when Danrick Mishor and Kith Serrith met at the chamber for the Gordie'en Council. The room beyond the large double doors was square. The stand for the Council was tiered and elevated, arching around the floor. The main entry to the room was a ten foot wide aisle, flanked by more tiered benches, shorter than the Council Seat, but capable of seating many people. There were smaller doors on either side to access the benches. Danrick lead the way into the large, circular floor of the chamber. It was decorated with a massive mosaic of the Brotherhood's seal.
The proceedings would be in Kamenan and a translator was provided for Kith and a second one for the two relaymen.
---
"I am surprised you made the trip personally, Dani." Lodawnrick Mishor's voice was gravely with age, but his dark eyes were still sharp and clear. What little hair he had left was white and so was the moderate-lengthed beard on his face.
"I figured the Council would want me to report on the past year, regardless of what happened, and given how eventful this last year was, a full, careful, and detailed accounting of all that happened would be in order. I would have come sooner if it weren't so far."
"If it weren't so far, you never would have found Sray Hillenbohn."
"That is true, father," Danrick conceded. "I don't want you to take it that I am unhappy with what I have been charged with."
