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Safira's eyes widened when she heard the man's name. It wasn't so much that he was a king, she'd dealt with leaders before and knew without a doubt how incredibly human they were. But she'd heard many stories of the man who rose to the throne through deeds alone. "Wait...didn't your son marry that tyrant's daughter?" Dokoro was a place she'd never been and never wished to be. As deep as her sense of justice was, she couldn't stand the idea of working for a dictator. But what of a dictator's ally? She wasn't sure what to believe of this man. But she agreed to help. And if it did come out that he wasn't much of a noble man, he would be put in chains anyway. It wouldn't be so difficult to turn things against them. But that was for later thought. She followed the man out, watching as the Count put bindings on the man. "Are you certain this will work?" She asked doubtfully. "If anyone has seen you helping him, word may have already gotten back to the false king that he has an ally."

King
Lucheston
Sorrian

"Such is true," Lucheston began in response to Safira, dawning the chains which had once held them bound to a rather despicable contraption. "My son Oban was to be wed with the Daughter of Doko Lotrius, her name is Issemenna and she is far more kind hearted than her elders. I agreed to arrange the marriage because although I knew Doko would try to use it to get closer to Garnoff's holy ground, I could attack the tyrant from behind his own walls. The Tyrant keeps his eyes so tightly fixed upon our power that he cannot witness the lessening of his own." Lucheston smiled as the last of the rough iron shackles was latched to his being.

"We of Garnoff could have risen his people, and shown them that they need not be afraid of their oppressor. Meanwhile, my knights could get a further study of their forces simply by walking through their streets, and the placement of erosion casts here and there was a bit helpful I must admit." The king coughed before continuing. "Rebelions arisen against a foolish leader is nothing difficult to begin, and as the mad king slobbers at the mere mention of power he would have been easily persuaded to slowly allow the Silver Knights through the gates of Dokoro and for their citizens to become our own. Eventually a coup would have been so easy that the toppled tyrant would be worth your pity." With his explination of diplomatic warfare complete, Sorrian then took upon himself a rather diminished feature of foreboding.

"Then of course..." He began, "That was before my son Skyron betrayed his people. Now he clearly wishes to prove himself a rightful king...and could even bend to Doko's will."

Safira listened to the way he spoke about his daughter-in-law. She wasn't so sure the princess was so different from her father. Being raised by a dictator made you used to the lifestyle. But there was no reason to think on that now. They had other matters to attend to. And she planned to be in on it. "I'll be your accomplice then." She said, walking forward. "It will make it look like more of an operation." She stared at the port as it came into view. It wasn't so long ago that she was there, but she didn't let the irony distract her. She walked ahead, eager for what was coming next.

[[OOC: I wonder, should Menna and Gallion run into them? He wouldn't recognize Menna, as she's still disguised as one of her previous ladies in waiting, but he would recognize Gallion.]]