Into The Rift

Possible Reprisal (34)

My eyes take note of the three downward chevrons on their left arm, a detail that marks them as different from the rest, having only two of that symbol. A sigil of a leader perhaps?

"To start things off my name is Daniel Cooper, the appointed Ambassador of the United Nations New Eden Exploration Task Force. I believe most, if not all already know at least a few rumours pertaining to us."

"Explain why have you decided to come to us, some of us within the inner circle know well of your tendencies to... withhold information about yourselves," the Minister of Preparations eyes the Emissary with a cold glint, hands idly trapped around one another.

"And forgive me for saying this, but you have black hair, the same as our enemies, so my trust in you is not all that great unless you share more of who you are."

The slight distrustful tone is noticed by the two warriors, despite not knowing the words thrown their way. Shoulders steadied, and caution gathering in their eyes, they shift to a more observant stance keenly watching the Minister for his next words.

Cooper sighs, seemingly accepting the need to reveal what he knows. This is the moment, the wave that will wash away all these long due questions in my mind.

A cold sensation fills the air, in spite of the lukewarm breeze wafting through the curtains, stemming from the foreboding tension of the Emissary and his warriors. A sea of questions burn through the minds of everyone in this room, even my guards I can tell, are no exception.

"We're not from this world, and we badly need your assistance," he voices out, the words traveling along the air like an insistent current. A brief moment of bewilderment shortly follows as the ministers take their time to ponder about what I already know, cautiously eyeing the Emissary several times.

"Some of you may find it hard to believe it, so I won't add to the confusion by complicating that statement. This is the truth, anymore any more questions I'm able to answer," Cooper adds, firmly keeping a leveled tone that must only have come from years of experience.

Sensing the void left by his speech, I decide to step in. "Which is where you all come in, their dark warriors have done us a great favor by removing a Grand Tactician from the enemy's service, so I believe their plead is one worth entertaining." I receive several nods of agreement from the more approachable ministers, the ones that dealt with matters regarding less pragmatic issues.

"This issue should have fallen under the care of her young highness but that as of late, is not possible. We all know why that is..." I say, keeping the explanation from going into further reasoning.

With Queen Ayleth recalling Luculia back to Vost'ria, this matter now falls under the royally sanctioned ministers before me. It is a fact taken in stride by the palace officials as well, casting lock seals on entire rooms now that none of the Royal Family is in attendance.

"The League already knows you are not from this world, that rumour scattered along the city spoke hints about your cold origins. A certain Warden was to blame for the breach of knowledge," the city representative of the Inquisitory League comments, eyeing me with a sliver of accusement at the latter part of his statement.

"Yes, I suppose the fault lies on me. I'll digress to say I regret being too busy managing the war to notice it." Saying it, an easy task. Hiding the annoyance, a slight challenge to put it plainly.

Despite her admirable resolve in getting what she could gleam from the Yhunian Rangers with less than violent methods, the Chief Warden's tendency to declare her achievements to others is one I did not condone, especially for something as... unpredictable as the Humans.

Reckless, but that is the way she is....

"So you already know where we come from?" Attentive eyes cast out a questioning gaze to the Ministers.