Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, he's staying in the inn, though if the past few days are any indication, I don't imagine he'll be back until nightfall or thereabouts."

 

[Bront]

"Well, I guess I'll have to wait for him there. Think you could at least describe him to me?" She asks sweetly.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Why certainly, little lady. He's pretty distinctive because he's not a Valsian, just like you. So his hair is drab rather than a nice bright colour, and his eyes are blue like yours--actually, if you two were Valsians, the blue would mean you were one of those Ecomancers, but I've met folks from other worlds, so I know better."

 

[Bront]

"Well, my father was Valsian." She says with a smile. "Thank you, you've been quite helpfull." She stands up, and then remembers, "Oh, is there any place I find a bit of spring water?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Heh, spring water? On this desolate blasted planet? Not around hereabouts anyway--at least not since they killed that Marrik fellow what was helping preserve that oasis they burned up. A pity really. He was a nice fellow, and he wasn't hurting anyone."

 

[Bront]

Vasha is taken a bit aback, not expecting to hear of her father. "What do you know of Marrik?" she asks, in a slightly waivering voice.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh you know, he was an Ecomancer who lived hereabouts years back. Not very popular with the Dragonlords, he was, and I guess his strong stand against them got him killed. Bit of a local hero around these parts for a while though, though folks were afraid to admit it too loudly for fear of retribution--myself, I'm still sorry I never spoke up in his favour before he died...I would be sorry if he didn't know we appreciated what he did. He kept up a nearby oasis, y'know?--and unlike some of the others what managed to pull off such a feat, he always let the townsfolk who would make the trek over there use the water and plants there for free. I know that when my daughter was a wee baby, she was very sick, and she surely would have died if not for an herb that grew in Marrik's oasis. Sorry if I bore you with old tales, little lady."

 

[Bront]

"No, it's not boring at all." She says, smiling while whiping a tear away from her eye. "That's what I'm here about actualy, to learn more about him and what happened to him. You see, I'm his daughter."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, you're little Vasha?" the man asks, as his eyes widen a bit in surprise, "But what happened to your hair?--Did you dye it? You should be careful, though...the Dragonlords may try to hurt you on account of your pa."

 

[Bront]

Vasha blushes at being called little, "I've following in my mother's footsteps as much as my father's. It's strengthened my connection with the land, as I can feel the love of Arris stronger than before. And I don't think the dragonlords will be much of a problem since you didn't even know who I was till I told you. I'll just try to be as discrete about it as I can." She says with a smile. "But I was given two names to find out more about... Marrik, and Gralas was one of them. I realy do hope I can find him, so I guess I'll have to find that man you were speaking of."