.
The three officials of the city seemed satisfied with the answers each ambassador gave. Administrator Gracey seemed to share a look with Lisaelis and Tranaris both who nodded in silent agreement to some unspoken conversation. Lisaelis pulled herself up into a standing position joined by her two counterparts.
“With you, rests the fate of not just Zeltiva, but of a newfound people. Remember that.” Her gaze fell heavy upon each one of them before with a nod of her head she turned and made her way to a side door on the left. Tranaris beamed at the three of them seemingly pleased at this turn of events.
“Well, this will undoubtedly be interesting.” With an almost jovial chuckle he laced his fingers atop his rotund belly and followed Lisaelis. Only Administrator Gracey remained. He eyed each one of them for several ticks before descending the dais to stand just a few feet from them. His harsh gaze bored into them with obvious contempt.
“Were it up to me, rabble like you wouldn’t be vested with such a magnanimous decision. So I’ll make it clear, if by your actions you jeopardize the safety of our city there will be a price to pay. I promise you that.” With a swift turn on his heel he stalked off tinging the room with a sour note. When the door was closed behind him the three ambassadors were left to their thoughts. At least until the brown robed attendant, Silas, cleared his throat.
“Your Honors, if you would please take your seats?” Silas gestured to a table situated on the right hand side of the dais. Three chairs were assembled on each opposing side directly facing each other across the table. The surface was smoothly polished and in front of each chair was situated sheets of parchment complete with inkwells and quill pens. At the head of the table was a scribe’s station that Silas soon made his way over to. He took a seat dipping a quill into the prepped and ready inkwell then began scratching something out upon the surface of the waiting parchment. Whether Jadlin, Enthere or Ayatah had taken their seats or not the doors to the chamber opened.
Silas rose from his seat clasping his hands behind his back facing the direction of the door. As the three would direct their attention down the walkway they would be met with the sight of a curious group of men. Each of them was tall with broad, powerful shoulders and finely toned athletic physiques that were quite prominently on display. The party of men was dressed in dark leathers from the boots on their feet to the vests on their torso’s.
The man in the center was handsome by all accounts. Scars from many a battle decorated his arms. He scalp was shorn of all hair though a beard did sprout from his chin. From his walk, his countenance and the manner in which he stared at all four of the Zeltivans in the room there was no doubting that this man was the Iyvess Chieftain. The guards that flanked him maintained roughly a pace behind him at a respectful distance. What was interesting to note was that each man carried an object in their arms. The time for studying soon passed however as the three man party arrived at the table.
Silas bowed his head to which he received a nod from the Iyvess man in the center. The brown robed attendant then turned to the three ambassadors.
“Your Honors, allow me to introduce His Excellency, Setrissakasovel, Son of Shisorusskana and Ravessinaraasa, Chief of his people.” With the introduction out of the way Setrissakasovel leaned forward setting the bundle in his arms atop the table. He slowly removed the cloth to reveal a beautiful coral statue shaped to look like a cresting wave. The gentle blues and greens melded together to form a brilliant turquoise and seafoam that made the wave statue almost seem like a real wave merely frozen in time. As soon as he unveiled his bundle the two guard flanking him did the same revealing a finely woven net that would be most excellent in capturing fish and a pair of fine leather bracers. While the guards bowed their heads to the ambassadors, Setrissakasovel clasped his hands behind his back and merely waited.
His dark eyes came to rest upon each of the ambassadors. They were filled with a noble intelligence. This man was a king among his people and he knew it but he was quite obviously a warrior who, with every scar, earned his keep just the same as the rest. After a moment of silence he began to speak. His voice was deep with a slight rumble in his broad chest. The subtle hiss of the Dhani wove itself in the almost musical speech that flowed from his lips. For a moment it would be easy to believe he was singing a rich baritone but as Silas nodded it became clear he was actually just talking in another language. The brown robed attendant turned to the three.
“His Excellency speaks only in Fratava. Common is a language unknown to his people. I am Silas, I will be your scribe and interpreter for these proceedings. His Excellency would like to greet you warmly and with pride. He has great hope that these negotiations will flow as smoothly as the might of Laviku’s waters. He presents gifts for the Chiefs of Zeltiva as is customary for his tribe and encourages you to take the one that most calls to you.” With that Silas went silent and all that was left was the weight of Setrissakasovel’s eyes upon the ambassadors.
The three officials of the city seemed satisfied with the answers each ambassador gave. Administrator Gracey seemed to share a look with Lisaelis and Tranaris both who nodded in silent agreement to some unspoken conversation. Lisaelis pulled herself up into a standing position joined by her two counterparts.
“With you, rests the fate of not just Zeltiva, but of a newfound people. Remember that.” Her gaze fell heavy upon each one of them before with a nod of her head she turned and made her way to a side door on the left. Tranaris beamed at the three of them seemingly pleased at this turn of events.
“Well, this will undoubtedly be interesting.” With an almost jovial chuckle he laced his fingers atop his rotund belly and followed Lisaelis. Only Administrator Gracey remained. He eyed each one of them for several ticks before descending the dais to stand just a few feet from them. His harsh gaze bored into them with obvious contempt.
“Were it up to me, rabble like you wouldn’t be vested with such a magnanimous decision. So I’ll make it clear, if by your actions you jeopardize the safety of our city there will be a price to pay. I promise you that.” With a swift turn on his heel he stalked off tinging the room with a sour note. When the door was closed behind him the three ambassadors were left to their thoughts. At least until the brown robed attendant, Silas, cleared his throat.
“Your Honors, if you would please take your seats?” Silas gestured to a table situated on the right hand side of the dais. Three chairs were assembled on each opposing side directly facing each other across the table. The surface was smoothly polished and in front of each chair was situated sheets of parchment complete with inkwells and quill pens. At the head of the table was a scribe’s station that Silas soon made his way over to. He took a seat dipping a quill into the prepped and ready inkwell then began scratching something out upon the surface of the waiting parchment. Whether Jadlin, Enthere or Ayatah had taken their seats or not the doors to the chamber opened.
Silas rose from his seat clasping his hands behind his back facing the direction of the door. As the three would direct their attention down the walkway they would be met with the sight of a curious group of men. Each of them was tall with broad, powerful shoulders and finely toned athletic physiques that were quite prominently on display. The party of men was dressed in dark leathers from the boots on their feet to the vests on their torso’s.
The man in the center was handsome by all accounts. Scars from many a battle decorated his arms. He scalp was shorn of all hair though a beard did sprout from his chin. From his walk, his countenance and the manner in which he stared at all four of the Zeltivans in the room there was no doubting that this man was the Iyvess Chieftain. The guards that flanked him maintained roughly a pace behind him at a respectful distance. What was interesting to note was that each man carried an object in their arms. The time for studying soon passed however as the three man party arrived at the table.
Silas bowed his head to which he received a nod from the Iyvess man in the center. The brown robed attendant then turned to the three ambassadors.
“Your Honors, allow me to introduce His Excellency, Setrissakasovel, Son of Shisorusskana and Ravessinaraasa, Chief of his people.” With the introduction out of the way Setrissakasovel leaned forward setting the bundle in his arms atop the table. He slowly removed the cloth to reveal a beautiful coral statue shaped to look like a cresting wave. The gentle blues and greens melded together to form a brilliant turquoise and seafoam that made the wave statue almost seem like a real wave merely frozen in time. As soon as he unveiled his bundle the two guard flanking him did the same revealing a finely woven net that would be most excellent in capturing fish and a pair of fine leather bracers. While the guards bowed their heads to the ambassadors, Setrissakasovel clasped his hands behind his back and merely waited.
His dark eyes came to rest upon each of the ambassadors. They were filled with a noble intelligence. This man was a king among his people and he knew it but he was quite obviously a warrior who, with every scar, earned his keep just the same as the rest. After a moment of silence he began to speak. His voice was deep with a slight rumble in his broad chest. The subtle hiss of the Dhani wove itself in the almost musical speech that flowed from his lips. For a moment it would be easy to believe he was singing a rich baritone but as Silas nodded it became clear he was actually just talking in another language. The brown robed attendant turned to the three.
“His Excellency speaks only in Fratava. Common is a language unknown to his people. I am Silas, I will be your scribe and interpreter for these proceedings. His Excellency would like to greet you warmly and with pride. He has great hope that these negotiations will flow as smoothly as the might of Laviku’s waters. He presents gifts for the Chiefs of Zeltiva as is customary for his tribe and encourages you to take the one that most calls to you.” With that Silas went silent and all that was left was the weight of Setrissakasovel’s eyes upon the ambassadors.
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