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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3323621" data-attributes="member: 3448">Dame Brionna thought that over.  “Your brother doesn’t recognize the threat?”Lord Terence shrugged.  “He remembers the war that led to the death of our parents in the explosion of a voller.  He remembers the lines of chivalry fighting against Debeney.  The rift was only closed by his marriage, and only six years ago.  My brother does not want another war.  So… he trusts in Lord Paranswarm to protect the realm, and is strengthening the defenses.”“Paranswarm is powerful, but not in fighting the Shadow.”“I know,” replied Lord Terence, his expression carefully bland.“And we can appreciate not wanting to fight his wife’s people…” added Kit.Lord Terence chuckled grimly.  “That’s not it.  They hate each other.  The marriage was part of the terms of the peace treaty, and so they both agreed to it, but there was never any love in their marriage, and they can only barely tolerate each others’ presence now.  It is not concern for his wife that makes my brother so wary of restarting the war with Debeney.“I think it is only the memory of our parents’ death.  He does not fear death for himself; he is a mighty warrior, and a ranger of the land.  But he fears the death of his children, and our sister, and myself.  I thought about reaching out to the Archbishop… but that is difficult for me.”“We might be able to reach out to the Temple of Paranswarm,” said Dame Brionna.  “We do not share your land’s faith, but we have worked effectively with the Temple against mutual enemies before…”“You might approach the Inquisitor General for Southern Drucien, then.  It might influence him.  My brother is very devout.  He has built a dozen shrines to Paranswarm in thanks for my survival.”“And to whom did you build your shrines, your highness?”“To the Weeping Woman, of course,” replied Lord Terence, staring directly at the wall.  He then held up a hand for quiet as the waitstaff swept in and laid out a fancy meal for the three of them.  After the waiters departed, Lord Terence drew forth two small objects from a pouch and waved them each over the food.  “No poison, and no scrying sensors.  I did not expect that there would be, but…”  He shrugged.  “To return to business, there’s one more suggestion I can give.  It may be worthwhile to again approach the Duke of Brightspan’s wife.”</blockquote>

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