"Are there races besides the Daoine, or are there other creatures, that feed on emotion? As is evidenced by our friend Skáth, being Daoine also doesn't necessarily make the Maora the enemy. However, when we put it all together a disturbing picture starts to emerge.
1. There is a plot of some sort afoot that involves controlling the Maor - control that he is apparantly resisting at least to the point that it may be necessary for whoever pulls his strings to take him out of the picture.
2. It seems that a female is running the game.
3. The most likely candidate for puppeteer, in my opinion, is the Maora. She is female. She is Daoine masquerading as human (no, Skáth, that doesn't clench it all by itself, but even you have to admit that the vast majority of the Daoine wish to expand their control and wish humans ill). She pretty openly invited Gavril to tryst with her right in front of her husband - if that doesn't speak to her control of him I don't know what does.
4. The Maor is planning - indeed, is due to leave any day now - a 'state visit' to his neighboring Maor. This neighboring territory just happens to be the one our new friend Cyr was investigating because something sinister seems to be afoot there as well.
Do we have enough to move in and accuse the Maora right now? Probably not, but I think we should keep an eye on her at least, and consider her our prime suspect for ringleader. Does anyone remember the details of the clerk's revelations? It seems I remember that the assassination of the Maor Clún was more a byproduct of his resistance to control than the major thrust of the conspiracy, but I may be wrong about that.
Assuming I remember this detail correctly, my suggestion is that we either make arrangement to be included in the state visit or shadow the ambassadorial party and try to get more details about the nature and scope of the conspiracy. As to whether or not Deasaigh and his bunch are part of this plot or have their own game afoot, it seems we must put that question on the back burner for now - we have to way to connect them yet."
As Béar goes on, Dílis gazes dumbfounded at him. Apparantly exhausted by the effort of putting so many thoughts into speech, the big warrior sinks back to his chair.