The Queen's Plaza: Inner City, Caemlyn

A large, oval-shaped plaza, paved with pristine white stones faces the tall gates of the Royal Palace. Spires and golden domes can be seen from over the walls.

Children scamper around the Queen's Plaza, carefully dodging the adults that bustle about on various errands. The red, yellow and browns of autumn blanket the patches of lawn here in the Queen's Plaza. The first chill breezes of winter bite at your cheeks. The tall, gilded gates of the Royal Palace are guarded by a group of Queen's Guards. White stone-paved roads lead to the south and to the northeast.

Sev walks through the guarded gates, and into the Queen's Plaza.

Sev strides sown the way, singing to himself..

Humming quietly to herself, Lady Rennar travels down the streets of Caemlyn, heading toward the Palace. Following her is a man who appears to be rather muscular, tall, and dark-haired; otherwise known as the man Fischer, who was hired by the Mistress Cende a few months back to protect Rennar.

Sev spots Rennar and approaches... "My lady cousin... How does the day find you?

Stopping at the voice calling out to her, Rennar turns to look around, not quite cathing Sev the first go around. Fischer has to point out her cousin, murmuring quietly to her. When she finally notices Sev, a smile graces her features, "Lord Sev..." She murmurs in a gentle manner. "I am well. You?"

Sev smiles, "Well, I must say I find myself well, considering....

A touch of confusion and concern creases Rennar's brow, "Considering what?" Her voice is quiet, questioning. Fischer distances himself from Rennar, noticing she knows the person who addressed her.

Sev says "Ah, well, dreary matters that have occupied attention of late, a mass of people following a self-proclaimed Dragon a day's ride away... A murder investigation, and suchlike..."

The young lady of Hune shivers visibly at the metnion of the Dragon. "I've heard about this so called Dragon." Plainly, there's fear which enters Rennar's eyes.

Sev seems to find it all quite amusing, despite the fact that he didn't go out of his way to say it was a *false* Dragon... Perhaps he didn't feel he had to...

Even still, a man who can channel should be more than enough to instill fear. "Prince Theowyn has already told me he's received a missive from this person, asking to have a meeting at the Palace."

Sev nods. "Well, I suppose the one who found the Horn of Valere deserves some sort of reception...

"How can they be sure it was the true horn?" Rennar asks, curiosity forming on her brow, "And even so, why should we welcome this man into Andor? He only signifies another Breaking of the World."

Sev says "Well, I imagine the Illianers would know the True Horn... As for this Dragon matter... Well, time will tell, yes?"

Sev says "The poor soul will probably go mad sooner rather than later and be taken away by the Tower, but in the meantime.. ."

"In the meantime, I don't think he should be coddled and followed. Light, think of the catastrophe that alone could cause?" Rennar shakes her head a touch, holding out her hands defensively, "Andor shouldn't go about supporting this sort of thing, not with its connections to the Tower."

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Sev says "Support? Well, no... But to show a graceful reception for the finder of the Horn, send him on his way... A little quest to give some hope to the people, instead of some doomed apocalyptic crusade.. that's how I should handle the matter.. . Say much of the Horn and nothing of Dragons...."

Melith enters the Queen's Plaza from the north.

Melith leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

"But they go hand in hand, at least that's what little I remember of gleemen and bards telling of prophecy." That shiver is once again seen running is course through Rennar. "It will not be a reception that I'd willingly attend."

Sev nods, "Well, the only other option, it seems, would be to forcibly turn away three thousand peasants... Which could be impolitic, to say the least....

A brow lifts at Sev's terminology, and a frown lightly forms upon Rennar's lips, "Thankfully, I don't have to attend such a reception. Not unless ordered by the Queen."