Faenor Arrival to Torendaar

The arrival of High Lord Emyrion and the Faenor diplomats to the Lorandi city of Torendaar.

Date

Oct. 13, 2019, 4 p.m.

Hosted By

Arminel Leda

Participants

Emyrion Inweth Kieran Elendril Yvette Seren Daechir Aurri Zedmir Hatharal Valatir(RIP) Rawlin Freyvidr Telassin

Organizations

Brixtien Lorandi Monstald Nalduine Palinnar Rylanth Serannar Tenlindil

Location

The Golden Plains - Torendaar - Serannar Castle

Largesse Level

Small

Log


Moon Moon, Kieran, Inweth arrive, following Emyrion.

Storm, the Royal White Stallion arrives, following Leda.

It's late afternoon, nearly evening, and there's a warm spring breeze that causes the grain to wave and sway gently in the afternoon sun. The castle gates have been raised, and a sizable crowd has gathered in anticipation of the Faenors' arrival. While the scene is loud, owing to the hubbub of people, animals, wagons, and other figures present around the castle grounds, there's no shouts of cheering or applause just yet. Children perch atop their parents' shoulders, and even the adults in the crowd strain up on their tiptoes, hoping to be among the first to catch sight of the arriving diplomats.

There is a palpable sense of curiosity to the air, and of anticipation.

Arminel, for his part, is standing at the crest of a group of Lorandi nobles, positioned just outside the gates of Torendaar to welcome the newcomers. He's dressed well, a light corset of cream-colored fabric tucked neatly into brown trousers, along with the small circlet of white gold that he favors set atop his brow. He, too, looks with anticipation towards the road ahead, hoping to catch sight of the kingdom's visitors.

Inweth checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Count Chubbles arrives, following Rawlin.

Kieran checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 49 higher.

Dasher the Bitey Turtle, Prancer the Palinnar War Horse, Vixen the Plains Lioness, Asya-Elwen, a turtle arrive, following Valatir.

Olore, an elegant barn owl , Valatir arrive, following Seren.

It's late afternoon, nearly evening, and there's a warm spring breeze that causes the grain to wave and sway gently in the afternoon sun. The castle gates have been raised, and a sizable crowd has gathered in anticipation of the Faenors' arrival. While the scene is loud, owing to the hubbub of people, animals, wagons, and other figures present around the castle grounds, there's no shouts of cheering or applause just yet. Children perch atop their parents' shoulders, and even the adults in the crowd strain up on their tiptoes, hoping to be among the first to catch sight of the arriving diplomats.

There is a palpable sense of curiosity to the air, and of anticipation.

Arminel, for his part, is standing at the crest of a group of Lorandi nobles, positioned just outside the gates of Torendaar to welcome the newcomers. He's dressed well, a light corset of cream-colored fabric tucked neatly into brown trousers, along with the small circlet of white gold that he favors set atop his brow. He, too, looks with anticipation towards the road ahead, hoping to catch sight of the kingdom's visitors.
[Re-set for new arrivals]

Bijou the Hunting Hound arrives, delivering a message to Daechir before departing.

Aurora the Snow Fox arrives, following Telassin.

Chuff the Armored Plains Lion, Mirage the Silent Raven, Shiver the Boisterous Ice Elemental, Telassin arrive, following Freyvidr.

It's late afternoon, nearly evening, and there's a warm spring breeze that causes the grain to wave and sway gently in the afternoon sun. The castle gates have been raised, and a sizable crowd has gathered in anticipation of the Faenors' arrival. While the scene is loud, owing to the hubbub of people, animals, wagons, and other figures present around the castle grounds, there's no shouts of cheering or applause just yet. Children perch atop their parents' shoulders, and even the adults in the crowd strain up on their tiptoes, hoping to be among the first to catch sight of the arriving diplomats.

There is a palpable sense of curiosity to the air, and of anticipation.

Arminel, for his part, is standing at the crest of a group of Lorandi nobles, positioned just outside the gates of Torendaar to welcome the newcomers. He's dressed well, a light corset of cream-colored fabric tucked neatly into brown trousers, along with the small circlet of white gold that he favors set atop his brow. He, too, looks with anticipation towards the road ahead, hoping to catch sight of the kingdom's visitors.
[Re-re-set for new arrivals]

In service to Loran, Elendril has been doing all she can to make good use of time, working in earnest preparation for the good of the Kinship and those who will be visiting. Entering from the Palace's East Wing, where the guest rooms are known (by some) to be, she looks around, wondering if she's finished her work of preparation and welcoming touches offered by many of the Lorandi in time for the Faenorr's arrival. Finding a quiet space out of the way, she leans towards one of the help who are also waiting to take luggage to proper rooms, "Are the emmisaries here yet? Do we have any word on their expected arrival?"

Standing just behind Arminel and to his side, Princess Leda clasps her hands before herself lightly. Looking out toward the road for a long moment, she leans over to offer her older sibling encouragement as he stands fast at the head of things. The large crowd gathered holds promise and after murmuring to Arminel, Leda turns a bright smile on the elves assembled to great the Faenor.

The Blessed Order of Solaris has played as an honor guard for the Faenor contingent, led by none other than the Grandmaster herself: Marchioness Yvette Monstald. The woman with her near-white hair has ridden at the front of the knightly order in full armor and has barely spoken a word beyond what is necessary as they have crossed from one kinship's holding into the next. It's only once they near the castle proper that she moves back from the fore of the arriving vanguard to allow the Faenor diplomats to take the forefront for the arrival proper.

Seren is amongst the nobles present, in her gown of sunset colors and the dreamstone circlet about her white gold hair that falls in carefully woven down her back. Loose strands catch in the light breeze to dance about her face as a light smile remains upon her lips. She stands with a child in her arms beside Rawlin. Averlin is lightly bounced in her arms as the newborn is wrapped in a gauzy linen to afford for the warmer weather of the golden plains. She whispers softly to the small one, glancing down as she squirms on occasion and taps her nose with the tip of her finger. Despite her attempts at smoothing things into place she does appear a little exhausted, possibly in need of sleep. The Rylanth Regent lifts her gaze as they standing waiting, a slight sway to her movements.

Daechir, is standing off the the side, not quite lost in the crowd but a step or two back from the royal siblings. With his hands clasped behind his back, the violet gaze and impassive features giving nothing of his mood away. The pale hair hangs loose down his back, the younger elf has dressed in black great coat and trousers, the golden green of the silk shirt with it's wilted lace cuffs being the only color the Duke has about him.

The youngest of the royal siblings finds himself closeby to both Arminel and Leda as well, even though Aurri looks probably a bit out of place just like at most of any social gatherings and he looks like he wouldn't want to be here, but when duty calls, he has to obey and so he finds himself here. He is dressed well enough for the occasion, choosing some of the finer silk garments out of his wardrobe to expect the Faenor delegation. And this is what he does for now, watching silently, tapping his foot, looking maybe just a bit nervous.

This must be a special occasion, as the Lorandi master chef is wearing something without a single flour stain on it anywhere to be found. He stands comfortably with the rest of the nobles, offering whispered prayers to Gala for a good event with friends both old and new until the official announcement of the diplomats' arrival occurs.

In all the anticipation, the Faenor delegation arrives. Most notably among them, Emyrion and his advisors, Kieran and Inweth. The high lord has traveled in armour, as is likely wise in this for the most part unexplored land they have called their new home, but there is a degree of formality to that choice as well. Once in the grounds before the Serannar castle, Emyrion advances towards the royal court to greet the key hosts, taking due time to bow to the king of the Lorandi and the Crown Princess, and then once righted give a solid nod of respect to the others gathered. "Your majesty, I come on behalf of the Conclave of Five, and thank you for your invitation." To those lesser in the know, he imparts, "I am High Lord Emyrion of House Morinen, and these are my trusted advisors for the duration of my stay. May I introduce Kieran of House Morinen and Inweth of House Aenorr. As well as the thanks of the Five for a chance to discuss our respective governmental business in person, I bring a token of our thanks for making the necessary arrangements to see us safely delivered to your home. Please accept them, and do with them as you will." With a gesture, he invites Kieran forward with the first token chest, and any subsequent aides seek to deliver the remaining wherever Arminel's people dictate.

Hatharal stands beside his husband, his daughter in his arms. The growing toddler is dressed in a poofy lacy dress of gold and green, bows in her hair. He rocks her a little against his chest as she squeals and reaches for something shiny Valatir is wearing. He smiles softly, if still looking rather tired, but watches her and the crowd with quiet anticipation.

Valatir kept himself in his rather flamboyant garb, gently tugging the necklace out of little Toryn's grip. There's a little mutter and a smile towards her, but his eyes trail now to the Faenor as they come to stay.

Rawlin stands near Seren with a child in his arms. He is dressed in fine garments in the colors of House Rylanth and he glances across the way at the arriving Faenor, his gaze curious at those who are the first to visit Torendaar in the relatively short history of the city. He leans over to murmur something to his wife.

The former Faenor, and newly minted Lorandi blessed, Freyvidr Nalduine stood next to his husband, with something of a mix of cermonial and functional armor, all much nicer than what the farmer had might have been able to procure before.

Telassin is lingering beside his husband amidst the crowd of nobles. He is dressed in his usual sober fashion, his calm gaze lingering on the royal family and the emissaries making their towards them.

During their arrival, for his part, Kieran Morinen is the epitomy of grace and composure, his shoulders held broad and proud next to High Lord Emyrion and Inweth Aenorr. There is even a touch of Lorandi etiquette involved in how he presents himself, it seems, dashed into the design of his elegant silks of silvery white and icy blue. Thick, well polished boots cover his feet, with long, crisp white gloves covering his hands down to his forearms.

Still, his expression is rather detached and unexpressive upon his initial arrival, next to the other Faenor diplomats. At the introduction provided from Emyrion, he presents a formal bow once to Arminel, and then begins to step forward, evenly with a calculated gait. Should any of the Solaris Honor Guard advance on him, he seems ready to halt, or slow his pace as needed. Otherwise, he bows once again before the King, presenting a pouch of coin and holding it out for the man. "Your Majesty."

When the Marchioness arrives, word quickly spreads. Elendril nods to the butler to whom she had been speaking and he hustles back to the Royal Kitchens to announce the arrivals. Not long after, food comes out, arranged on tables already set against the walls and out of the way. Small finger foods, hot hors derves and chilled crudite with a few dips. All things which can be easily eaten while also conversing. Wine is uncorked and poured into decanters or pulled from ice buckets and popped carefully away from crowds. Tea service is laid out. Elendril points now and then while murmuring softly with the staff who bring her questions, but overall the servers are well-prepared, and the laying out of foods and drinks go smoothly. Elle breathes a sigh of relief once trays are picked up by those ready to circulate through the small crowds as needed to take dirty plates or napkins, and to collect empty glasses and cups. With the work done, she moves towards those who are quickly gathering with the arrival of the Faenor, keeping an eye on the room and what other things may need tended to in order to allow the Serannars to focus entirely upon their esteemed guests.

Inweth's steps fall quietly in line with the High Lord leading the way, her calm eyes falling from their careful search of the castle's architecture to the crowd of faces gathered for the Faenors' arrival. As Emyrion and Kieran drop to formal bows, the red-haired woman dips in a respectful curtsy, head bowed as she devotes her full attention toward the King heading the Lorandi party. "Your Majesty," she speaks in turn before righting herself, a hint of a smile edging to her lips.

For the most part, the Solaris Order splits off to take up predetermined locations throughout the castle courtyard. It's only Yvette that moves forward to take up a position with the other nobles that wait arrayed nearby to King Arminel, the Marchioness removing her helm and gauntlets to hand off to a squire who disappears off somewhere with them. On the upside, it means she can be more at ease in her preferred attire than in some gown or robe. The woman's golden-hued eyes track the trio of Faenor as they spread out, though initially it's on Kieran with a lingering sort of curiousity.

As the column nears, Arminel steps out, hand in hand with his sister. Emyrion's bow is met with one in return, the Serannar dipping from the waist politely. "High Lord Emyrion," he greets, offering a friendly smile to the Faenor as he nears. "We are honored for your visit. My sister, Crown Princess Leda Serannar, and my brother, Prince Aurri Serannar," he introduces, gesturing to each in turn. "I am glad that the first elves outside of Lorandi to visit our city are a delegation our new Faenor neighbors," he greets.

Kieran is next, the Serannar offering a bow to the approaching Faenor. "Well met, Kieran. THank you for making your trip in peace," he says, gratefully passing along the offered pouch to a nearby attendant. "Inweth, welcome," he greets, turning to the third Faenor next, offering a polite smile in greeting. "We are glad to host you. Thank you for coming all this way to meet with the Lorandi."

"High Lord Emyrion, Kieran, Inweth. It is very good to greet you all here before our fine home." Leda says once she rises from her own polite curtsy in greeting. "I don't doubt it will be different in some ways from your own but we are eager to do what we may to see you feel every bit as welcome." She offers and gives the Faenors a soft smile before looking back to Arminel and letting him continue to take the lead in these first steps of reception.

Seren tilts her head into the lips of her husband, listening to what Rawlin has to say and smiling before she slightly turns her head to reply. But her verdant gaze is for those of the Faenor, her eyes trailing after Kieran as she offers the Morinen a smile. Her attention is quickly drawn back to those of the entire delegation as Arminel introduces the royal family. Averlin gurgles in her arms and she quickly sways to quiet the child lest it blossom into a cry for attention or something else. A slender finger wiggles before the babe's view to distract her as tiny little hands lift to try to grasp at the digit. For a moment her attention shifts to that of Yvette, her gaze lingering on the marchioness as she offers a nod of her head before her attention returns to those gathered.

"The journey was likely the longest I've taken in some time," Emyrion declares, "but it was worth any and all discomforts outside of the Volandis Mountains to be received so." With his piercing blue gaze, he roams the faces of some of the peerage, and settles upon Daechir. There's a direct extension and greeting given there, his tone more neutral than cordial, but seemingly given without any ill will. "Duke Brixtien. While I represent the Five in my capacity here, may I make a personal note on behalf of myself and House Morinen to say it is always an experience to make an introduction to you and your family. Do pass on my regards?" Reaching up then, he draws his helmet off, and passes it aside. His gauntlets are next, seemingly ready to be rid of the two most superfluous gear so he can better attend as a statesman. "Crown Princess Leda, an absolute pleasure, given everything. My brother insists I relay his heartfelt loss at being unable to attend with me and spend time in your presence."

When Arminel introduces Leda and Aurri, Kieran presents each of them respectively with a bow, in the order with which they are presented to the Faenor diplomats. With a third bow in turn presented to Arminel, he turns to retake his position next to Emyrion, folding his gloved hands in front of himself. As the King speaks to him though, he inclines his head in return. "The honor is ours, your Majesty." He offers in a solemn tone, devoid of any signficant displays of emotion, for the moment. "It has always been an interest of mine, to visit my father's kin, and I must admit I am most certainly not disappointed. I stand just outside of the gate, and Torendaar is far more beautiful than I have imagined."

Spying Seren from the corner of his eye, he addresses her with a light smile and a bow of his head to her. "A pleasure to see you again, my Lady."

Aurri politely inclines his head, when his brother introduces him to the guests "A pleasure to meet you High Lord Emyrion, Kieran and Inweth." The youngest of the Serannar offers to them, though his expression remains between neutral and friendly, more tending towards the former. Folding his arms in front of his chest, Aurri leaves the talking more or less to his siblings and the guests, while observing quietly.

The corners of Inweth's eyes crease at the King's welcome, the whisper of a smile at her lips maintaining its place with ease. Her gaze drifts toward Leda as she too rises from greeting, her tranquil stare warm with admiration. For a brief moment her eyes are toward Aurri, though The High Lord's voice soon pulls her attention toward his figure instead, hands shifting to fold neatly at her lap as she keeps her silence.

Rawlin offers Seren a quick smile in response to her words, and then glances out at the ceremony, letting his eyes move between the three Faenor and the Lorandi royalty, mostly keeping his eyes on the Faenor delegation and observing their actions and behavior. Well, at least as best as he can while Olodhin is behaving and doing his napping. His eyes quicly move towards Seren and Averlin and he smiles.

Rawlin gets a smile with a flash of white teeth as she plays with Averlin, her finger moving in the air so the little can chase and capture the digit. When Kieran turns to look at her, she pauses before swaying again but dips into a curtsey with a pool of white silk about her before rising. "Lord Kieran, be welcome. I will hold to my promise," she says with a bit of mirth before her green eyes shift to Emyrion and Inweth, giving them light nods of her head. Her finger dances, moving little hands clasped around it so there is a delighted gurgle from the golden haired little girl.

The slight arch, barely even really a tug pulls at Daechir's brow as Emyrion's attention rests on him for a moment. The Duke gives but the smallest of nods as he acknowledges the request, his tone as neutral as the others. "High Lord Emyrion, I am glad your trip was uneventful. Welcome." at which time Dae simply falls silent again, his gaze again turning to follow the proceedings.

With the duties of preparation attended to, Elendril takes a cup of tea and comes to join Daechir, standing near the Duke's side. As he is greeted by the High Lord, she stands in silence, not wishing to interrupt even as she steps in just behind and to Daechir's side. Her eyes, however, stay on the trio near the King and his family watching Aurri particularly as each group of three share their introductions. Once the Duke has replied to the High Lord and attentions from each has shifted, Elendril offers the cup of tea she picked up to the Duke, leaning in a touch closer as she does.

With the primary part of her work done, Yvette glances over to Seren and returns the Rylanth's earlier look but largely? The Marchioness just sort of settles into a passive sort of stance. She's here. She's observing. But she's just doing that. She has no spouse to interact with. No children. No active role beyond escort to take in the proceedings. So now: she watches.

Hatharal watches the introductions be made, leaning into his husband a little more. Murmuring softly to him as he watches.

Arminel smiles, looking back to Emyrion next. "I am sure the journey over the mountains was not an easy one, but we are glad you've arrived safely," says the Serannar, looking between the three. "I see you've already met a few of the Lorandi here.. Duke Daechir Brixtien, Marquis Hatharal, Marquis Valatir, Lady Regent Seren," he indicates, gesturing to some of the Lorandi leaders nearest to the arriving group. "I see you've already met Marchioness Yvette along the way..." he adds, with a grateful nod over to the Monstald and her Knights.

The Serannar pauses a moment, looking between the various Lorandi gathered outside the city gates, a smile coming to his features. "It is my hope that the work that we will do here together will mean that you will not be the last Faenor to come through the gates," says Arminel, looking to Kieran, a grateful nod to the elf's words. "Again, we are grateful to play host to your visit for a short while."

Valatir gave a flourishing bow that brushed his hair even against the ground. The corseted Lorandi took then an even stance, hands open. "Behold the spectacle of Torendaar."

Averlin is satisfied by the dancing fingers, cooing softly as Seren dips into a curtsey when she is spoken of. "Be welcome, all of you. It is good to see have made it. We certainly look forward to seeing to the enjoyment of your stay," she says as she rises, continuing to move and sway with her daughter in her arms. Valatir's welcome gets a smile from her as well.

Since Hatharal is holding the toddler, he doesn't formally bow--but he does dip his head respectfully to the Faenor when he is introduced. The girl also waves at the group before going back to trying to suck on Hatharal's necklace. "We're honored to have you here," he says with a small smile.

Looking at Lord Emyrion, Leda tags on to Arminel's words. "Indeed, perhaps your brother might one day get the chance to visit himself. Would that the gift I gave him was one I could offer to more elves. We look forward to showing you more of the city and what splendor it offers. Once everyone has recovered from their ride perhaps we might organize a hunt during your stay. Rolling hills are much more enjoyable to traverse I expect than mountain grades."

Inweth's gaze follows with Arminel's introduction, her head bowing in recognition to the nobility as they are named. A more grateful nod is offered to the Marchioness as she is introduced, head dipped just a moment longer to convey her appreciation, before her quiet focus turns itself back to Arminel. Her eyes close briefly at the mention of other Faenor coming through Lorandi gates, and after a brief moment of introspection, her gaze lifts to settle warmly toward the Lorandi King. Though she offers no words, her smile proves to gain strength at her lips. Valatir's invitation seems to stir some humor in the Faenor as her gaze turns toward the bowing man, lips curled in a brief show of amusement before she tames her smile down to one more subdued. After an appreciative glance to Averlin and a gentle cant of acknowledgment to Hatharal, her focus turns dutifully toward Leda, watching on in quiet curiosity.

"Marchioness Monstald, your order display impressive discipline. I am sure under your guidance, from the way you conduct yourself even now, this is in no small part attributed to your position as Grandmaster. Well met," Emyrion imparts upon Arminel's further introductions. Finally, he extends Arminel's address, speaking moreos on behalf of the Faenor people presumably: "We look forward to discussing recent events that have come to light, then exploring our options to a continued and mutually beneficial understanding. It is ill often heard of the Faenor descending the peaks, but when we do, there is weight behind it. In this, you can divine that we value the luxury to explore this budding alliance." The collective nobility and their personal welcomes have his head nodding, while the offer of a hunt has him succinctly agreeing, "That would be most enjoyable, I am certain. My companion here has a penchant for it." This he expresses on behalf of the large snow wolf that is undoubtedly not lost on many.

Rawlin smiles as Seren's is introduced, but just then Olodhin opens his eyes and lets out a big yawn. He looks down and lightly rocks him back and forth as he looks up when Valatir mentions something about a spectacle. "Will you be showing them your birthday cake, Valatir? Surely that alone is a spectacle worthy of visiting Torendaar."

Daechir glances to the glass that is held for him and gives but a small shake if his head before turning his attention back fully to the proceedings. As he is introduced formally, there is again a slight nod to the three delegates, his violet gaze meeting each in turn. Otherwise he is silent, as he has already welcomed them.

"Thank you, High Lord," Yvette says in answer to Emyrion's praise. She dips her head in a nod to the man. There is a brief moment of thought before she continues. "I would like to speak with you on something pertaining to the Order, perhaps, if there is time during your visit." She does watch Valatir's display with some mild amusement.

Aurri notices someone's eyes staring more or less at him and his own gaze wanders into Elendril's direction for a moment, but then directs his attention back towards listening to the words being exchanged in front of him, even though he hasn't anything to add to it himself, which makes him grow a bit unsettled over time. But still he remains in position.

For Seren, Kieran gives her another soft smile, dipping his head to her in turn once she finishes saying what she has to say. "I look forward to it, to be true, my Lady." He offers, and then he sends that smile of his towards the King, dipping his head to him as well. Though that seems to be all he has ready to say at the moment, instead casting his gaze towards Emyrion as Leda makes her offer to him, then onto Yvette with silent observation for now.

The crowd of Lorandi gathered continues to mingle, the hubbub growing as the Faenor contingent arrives and begins to settle. There's still no cheers or applause, but the overall mood does appear to be positive, and the reception a welcome one. While it's not as though they've not seen a Faenor before, this is the first time they've seen a (current) Faenor here in the city, and that is something noteworthy.

Arminel looks around once more, something about Rawlin's statement bringing a brief chuckle to the Serannar's shoulders. "I intend to allow you to keep your own schedules while here in the city, but we are happy to arrange for you to visit around the lands, and explore the city here," he says, looking back to Emyrion again. There's a firm nod of agreement to the High Lord's words. "And I am glad for your willingness to sit down and build a way forward together, Your Lordship. When you and your advisors have had the chance to settle, we will set a time for us to meet in the throne room to speak on the business that has brought you here," he says.

"But until then, please, rest from your travels, meet with those you can. My sister and I will be available to assist your visit however we can, and for now, I believe that means a bit of help with unpacking..." he says, giving a quick smile, motioning a few of the nearby pages on over to join up with the Faenor contingent and guide them inside the castle. "Your rooms will be here in the East Wing, but you are free to come and go as you please, of course," he says, gesturing inside the castle gates.

Since Daechir declines the teacup, Elendril keeps it in her hands, one upon the handle daintily, the other beneath the saucer that it rests upon. Rather than drinking, she holds it low, near her waist, her arms relaxed as she listens to the introductions and the words that each offer back and forth to and from the Faenor delegation. When the Prince looks to her, there's a hinted smile offered to Aurri, a glance of encouragement before each of them look away and off towards other things. As often, her gaze returns again to the three Faenor, marvelling as she takes in their distinguished guests.

Inweth checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Emyrion flourishes with a fluid movement of his hand, a non-verbal 'of course' practiced for Yvette, before suggesting, "Perhaps if the Crown Princess' hunt is realised, I shall see you in attendence there, so we might do so." When Arminel gives his speech and offer of aide, there is a resolute nod, followed by a glance back to their cargo. "It would be appreciated, thank you, your majesty. I await our formal meetings, and in the downtime, I am sure we will be suitably comfortable here. Do not be alarmed if the rooms we occupy are a modicum more chilly than you're used to, it is simple our habit." With that, he addresses Inweth and Kieran to give them release, "I will send word. Until then, you are each relieved of your duties today. Thank you both, and rest."


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