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[Jariah]

Trory was grazing in the distance when Jariah recieved word from her lord of the kingdom's ruler. He was dead. This provided massive opportunity for her people, and for her lord... and she knew that they had to strike while the iron was hot. No doubt other plots were underway for the crown.

Although the acquisition of the crown wasn't something Jariah wanted personally, she knew that Malak would be eager to move in and collect his treasure. She sent the messenger who had given her the news to rally her troops. Whistling for her steed, she mounted and rushed to her lord's tent.

Jariah dismounted Trory and let him trot off to do his own thing. They had a very fluid relationship... Jariah allowed him his freedom, and he got her where she needed to go. He was a fiercely loyal Equidyne, and she always admired his spunk.

But back to the matter at hand. Jariah stepped into Malak's tent and bowed briefly. "My lord. I came as quickly as I heard. A messenger is rallying my troops. We are at your command."

"Jariah!" Malak's son entered Jariah's tent without warning or announcement. He was probably the only person in the camp who was arogant enough to do that. He walked right next her to, drawing her attention. He liked attention. He liked being in command. Those were two things that could be said about him without faulter.

"My father has ordered you to go meet with the Fironez Ambassadors who are leaving the castle this morning. He wants to secure them as allies against the Monarchy." He paced around the room. He was not known for sitting still. "They have a newly announced princess with them... Father also said that if they try to resist or turn us away, he wants them all killed making the Monarchy look like they are to blame. If they won't align with us, then we will pit them against the Monarchy. He said to take Setara with you. I'll go brief her. Saddle Up, they are setting out at Dawn." and with that, he strode out.

"Fironez ambassadors...?" Malak looked up from the scroll he was reading with a perplexed look. He sat the scroll down next to his barely touched meal and already cold cup of Ky'lath.

"Yes... enter right away and give me the details."

Malak tilted his head a bit a she mentioned 'his order,' but then hearing the outcome of the whole thing, he gave a whole-hearted laugh. Interesting of his son to do something useful for once.

"Very good. It'll be very interesting getting to meet these Fironez ambassadors." He gave a nod of approval, then pulled out a sheet of paper. After quickly scrawling out a message, he rolled it up, tied it off, and placed it on the table. "That message is to be handed to one of our messangers to be taken to Fironez immediately. We have to start adding honey to the pot now if we want to ensure that Fironez leans to us when the time comes."

"I have another message for my son." He leaned back comforably in his pillows. "Tell him good work. We wouldn't have this opportunity at all if not for his quick thinking. That is all, Jariah"

Malak's son, Nikal, sat in his own luxurious tent. Being an only child, he'd been quite lavished on. Being Malak's only heir, he was very used to having anyone and everyone falling over their own feet to do him a favor... Everyone except Jariah. He sneered at the name before deposting a handful of grapes into his mouth. His father held that girl in just too high of a respect, and Nikal hated it. Then his maidservant came to him, telling him Jariah had arrived at his tent. This irritated him even more as he waved to have her brought in.

"Letting you serve me would be like shaking a snake in a jar and releasing it when it's upset." Nikal let out a sneering smile at her. "Women will have no place as my generals."

With that he turned his attention away from her, dismissing her with a wave. A sharp glance to his servants told them that she was not welcome back into his tent without invitation.