Today is Eightday, 16 Adar, 999 NE. It is a Spring afternoon.

Theowyn's Room: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A large corner room of the palace, Theowyn's chambers is not simple in design. It takes on an open concept, where if one were to stand at one end of the room, they'd be able to see through the apartment and into the bed chambers. No doors separate the two rooms, though pillars wrapped in plant growth indicate the separation. The sitting room itself is specious, and of few places to sit. There are two couches that face eachother, a table in between, and single seat chairs on either side. A glass table off in the corner has four seats around it. The walls are decorated with weapons, and although in another setting this may set a scene of a dungeon, the specious area that is well lit has the weapons take on the appearance of artefacts from a lost era. They indeed are ancient artefacts, for those with a close eye for such things.

Just off to the side of the sitting room is an area that is uncarpeted. There a sword rests against the wall, and some would notice this enough room for a person to practise the forms while within the room. Palace windows go the full length down and into the bed chambers, where richly decorated glass doors lead out unto a balcony. The bed itself is largely hidden from view when one stands in the sitting room, hidden behind the pillars and plant life that grows inside the room. Simple in design, it is a typical royal bed, with curtains that can be drawn from the rough of the furniture.

Theowyn

The First Prince of the Sword is seated in one of the two large arm-chairs set on an angle to the fireplace. Currently he holds a book within his lap, the brilliance of his sapphire blue eyes hinted upon from the light of the fire. The room is fairly dark otherwise, with only a few torches about setting a visible scene. A glass of, what would appear to be water, sits at a table beside the arm-chair.

There is a faint pause as Rennar speaks with the servant before she is shown into the room. "Thank you." She speaks to the young woman who announced her presence. She adjusts her skirts and steps inside, nodding to Theowyn where he sits upon the chair. "Good afternoon, Prince Versyr." She remains formal, despite her normal preference to do away with formalities.

At the entrance of Rennar, the Prince sets the book to the side and stands in respect. A sudden darkness takes over his features as he turns away from the fireplace to face the door, though those eyes seem to still lighlty shine against the dim torch-light. "Duchess," he greets with the appropriate bow of his head. "I did prefer to do this in person, though I did not wish to make assumptions on your priority in this matter." Theowyn's hand raises to offer the other large chair. "If you'd like to take a seat?" he offers with a slight question in that tone. They are alone, the servant had not even gained entrance to the room to take drink requests. At least not yet.

Rennar steps further into the room, looking a bit lost for a moment or two. She snaps out of whatever thoughts were plaguing her mind and nods her head to the Prince. "Thank you, yes." She moves over and delicately takes a seat within the other chair near Theowyn. "I must say that I still do not know why I've come. Calisa is dead." At least, from the tone of her voice, Calisa will never return from the grave in her mind.

Theowyn take a seat after Rennar does, settling his shirt down as he stretches out into the arm-chair. The Prince looks at home here, or at least as though he had been seeking some sort of escape from the recent events. "I realize that there are conflicting reports on her death. I also realize that you will likely not acknowledge her whether she is living or dead. Though I felt that you needed to be informed, then surprised on the street." He sets that thought, which might not be the most pleasant of ideas. Theowyn tries to recover from the matter. "I trust the matter will be resolved shortly."

"Is the Queen aware that she has a Darkfriend in her employ?" Rennar states, her tone bland and without emotion. "That would be my only concern.... that the Queen is aware of who is in her presence and within her employ. My sister died the day she took Oaths to the Dark. I do not believe as others. If they tortured her into taking Oaths once, they will do so again if they find she's supposedly rescinded her Oaths to the Dark, particularly if they were Andorans and take then as stronly as most others."

Theowyn's features are well illuminated against the low fire, his features well defined. If he is surprised by Rennar's words, he does not show it, though his expression is less casual then it was some moments ago. "My sister will be informed. I have no intentions of keeping her here, I assure you. Though she has arrived with information that maybe of use, whether it was planted there by the Dark or for other reasons." Theowyn is likely fairly satisfied that it was planted by the Dark. "I explained her intentions in the letter, she wishes to serve Andor during its time of need." Theowyn shrugs, leaning back on the chair. "I'd not trust her cleaning horse dung from the stables, if you pardon the language."

A satisfied nod is all the expression Rennar seems to show on the topic. "She's lied to the Queen on the matter of being Dark. I'd trust her even less than yourself. I do appreciate your concern for my well fare. And, you are right.... this is better than being surprised along the streets. I cannot say that I would have been pleased to see her, no matter that there is an injunction against her coming in my sight, made by the Queen herself."

Theowyn seems somewhat pleased, the expression is brief but visible. "I trust this matter will be resolved. Certainly someone will need to explain her being here without notifying yourself and the Queen." Theowyn frowns a touch. "Rennar, I am not against compassion, though Tebrya's life would have better ended the day her title was stripped. Still, she is young." Theowyn will not call her by her former name, accepting the name she had choosen for her new life. "She is certainly foolish in coming here. I would think that if she were not of the Dark, then her life is in danger." Theowyn shows no sympathy.

"I have no sympathy for the troubles that girl has gotten herself into. It would have been better had she really been dead after the word she had Master Kael send to me. I can say that there are members within House Hune who feel more strongly than myself about her predicament, but I cannot say how they will react to the information that she is alive." Rennar carefully folds her hands within her lap as she regards Theowyn, her eyes taking on a neutral expression. "And, that's not to mention that there are those in Andor who would see her as nothing but a Darkfriend."

"Certainly this matter requires a prompt reaction," Theowyn nods with agreement. He takes a heavy sigh, those eyes moving to the light fire as a few sparks are heard from the heated wood. One leg crosses horizontally unto the other. "Certainly the Children would not react well to believe an admitted Darkfriend so openly walks within the Palace. I fear at odds as well. My sister did give Tebrya her punishment. Having Tebrya removed from the Palace now might contradict Aislynn's acceptance of Tebrya as no longer of the Dark, and punished for her mistake." Theowyn admits this with a clenched fist on his thigh. "She should have never been hired, but now it will be dealt with. Though, as you say, your sister is dead. This is now a matter for us to deal with. Did you have any questions for me, Duchess?" Even though he uses her formal title, the tone is more casual, his eyes coming to Rennar then.

Rennar gives a small shake of her head, letting the other stuff lie as it should remain, "I do not, Prince Versyr." Her tone is quietly spoken now, and seems to relax a bit as matters move on. She starts to rise from her seat, smoothing her dress down as she does so. "If there is nothing further, I won't disturb you any longer." She seems pretty anxious to be out of the Palace herself.

Theowyn nearly copies Rennar's motions in rising, offering her a reassuring princely-like smile as he stands. "If there is no other issue House Hune wishes with the Versyr's, then that is all." He does leave that open for Rennar to address another matter if she wishes.

Rennar gives another small shake of her head after ensuring there are no wrinkles in her dress. "Nothing that comes to mind, Prince Versyr." Her response is as softly spoken as the first, yet there is no expression in her eyes.

A hint of concern does show in his eyes. If there is one thing he knows about nobles, is they have concerns, and especially those High Seated types that have plenty of nobles with issues beneath them. He doesn't take this as a positive sign, though he does take a few steps toward Rennar to offer his arm. "If I may offer your escort to the door," he offers. Well, it's at least several paces away. "When is the last you have been in the Palace, Rennar?" The question comes at the most casual of tones, now that he towers over her from so near.

There is a pause before Rennar takes the arm, uncertain of protocol in this matter. Though, in the end, her features tell that she's decided this is the better of her options. "The last the Queen held a formal meeting of the council." Rennar responds, allowing Theowyn to take her to the door. Still, she brings no concerns to the Prince - keeping Hune business to itself.

"Since the reopening of the palace, few nobles have visitted within," Theowyn admits, though he maintains his tone to be casual as he slowly escorts Rennar to the door. "Extremes are sometimes required for matters of extreme preportion, or at least with that very potential. I trust that we know better now then to restrict the entrance of Andor's noble within their own palace." In that, he offers an apology, his eyes taking to Rennar as he reaches to open the door to his chambers.

"There is no apology needed, Prince Versyr. I am certain that Lord Kasagara was well intentioned, no matter how misplaced his intentions were." Rennar refuses to call Durnik by his first name, or even mention his title of Captain-General, not recognizing his position. "It seems he has a record for such things, a long record." Her voice is rather dryly spoken. It is no secret that she holds Durnik solely responsible for Calisa's predicament, or what was her predicament.

The next motion might surprise Rennar. Theowyn had opened the door, then pushes it closed, turning more to her though still maintain his hold on her within that casual escorting manner. "You have had unfortunate dealings with the Captain-General over the matter of Tebrya," Theowyn states casually. "There was a matter of him holding back information from you, yes?"

Indeed, the motion does surprise Rennar, and it shows in her eyes even though she doesn't let it show otherwise upon her features. "Indeed, he has. And, it was against the direct order of the Queen, and in the interim, he showed just how well he could manage himself by damaging Palace property before storming off and going missing for several days."

Theowyn did attempt to gain some advantage from the Duchess with his near proximity and sudden change in expected motion. Though if he's satisfied, he doesn't show it, and likely the contrary. "What information was he not revealing?" Theowyn asks quietly, apparently not allowing Rennar that quick escape he had almost promised by escorting her to the door.

There is a brief pause before Rennar answers once more, still a bit flustered over Theowyn's closing of the door. "The apparent location of my sister when she was kidnapped, and any other pertinent information so House Hune could make their own investigation." There is a small frown that comes to her features, "We would have cooperated fully with the Queen's Guard, and I had the Queen's assurance that the Guard would do the same. But, when I had asked once more for the information, I was flat out refused." She pauses, then adds with a darkened tone, "I hold him fully responsible for all that has happened to her. Had he told me, then I could have gotten others in on the search and she might have been found sooner than she was." Of course, she's not going to acknowledge publically that Calisa is still alive.

"Interesting." Theowyn's words hold a hint of intrigue. It is then that his proximity might become particular obvious, especially as those brilliant blue eyes seek out Rennar's. He still clearly has a hold on her, the other hand coming across his chin and cheek. He would bring the image of a man contimplating a matter. "Interesting that the Captain-General now holds Tebrya within his staff." That he drops with purpose. If Andor's recent actions are to be blamed on someone, he will let it fall on the Captain-General he doubts has much of a future.

"If that is true, I would suspect him of being a Darkfriend himself." Rennar's voice turns flat, yet holds a sharpness to it as well. What other viewpoint would she have, given the information she, herself, has been holding thus far. "Or no less than one, certainly nothing more." She sniffs faintly, her eyes narrowing a touch dangerously. Oh, she does place blame on Durnik, now more so than before.

The nod Theowyn produces shows no hint of reason to which he agrees with, though the Prince does seem agreable to Rennar's statement in general. "M'lady, if they are of the Dark, then they are certainly the foolish sort. It would be almost the too obvious answer." There is no amusement in Theowyn's voice. "It better to hang the sort then to have them removed from the Palace." Now, he could be speaking about Durnik, Tebrya, or both. "I trust you will take care in what I've shared? Certain information your First Prince should not reveal."

"Of course, Prince Versyr." Rennar agrees quietly, as though she would do no less than keep quiet their conversation. "The only person I would share anything of value with is my husband, Demonder. Though, there are things that I will not tell even him." A slight smile comes to her lips at mention of her husband.

Theowyn arches an eyebrow. He had begun reaching for the doorknob, though apparently Rennar had once against insured her further intrapping. "Is that always the case. The wife holding back facts from her husband?" he asks, features reacting to her smile, as a concerned amusement shows.

"That I cannot say, Prince Versyr." Rennar states in a calm voice, her eyes taking on a note of curiosity, "But if the Queen commands that I tell no one something we've discussed, then I cannot tell even my husband of our conversation, would you not agree?" She waits patiently, of course, for her entrappings to open up again, remaining patient all the while.

"Of course," Theowyn agrees, falling into another state of pondering as evident by the way his fingers brush against his chin once more. "Though..." perhaps Theowyn has a matter of disagreement, even though he had earlier agreed to the statement. Finally, the First Prince is defeated with his amused look, reaching over and opening the door to his chambers. "I will think on that." Theowyn's words may seem strange. (repose)

This time it is Rennar's turn to be reluctant to leave. Just when it seems as though she is going to ask a question, she stops herself. Nodding her head, eyes going to the now open door, the heir-apparent speaks in a quiet voice, "I wish you a good afternoon, Prince Versyr."

"Light Illume, Duchess." The words hold a hint of fondness, perhaps amusement. She is the heir-apparent, a matter Theowyn has not forgotten. "I look forward to seeing you within the Palace at great frequency once this most recent matter is dealt with. That, at least, will insure your comfort here."

"There are those within House Hune who are taking care of political matters here. You will see me at the next council meeting." Rennar states as she finally lets go of Theowyn's arm. Better to do so now before he shuts that door on her again. Rare is it that she even leaves her House - though she does leave. Those rumors would still be lingering upon the streets as well.

"As you wish, Heir-Apparent." Theowyn can play tricks with the title, his voice a near whisper yet likely just as clear in tone as though he had announced her. It likely better that she made her retreate when she did. "Light Illume."

Outwardly, Rennar seems to wince at that title, as though it were one she wished she did not bear. She nods her head once more to Theowyn, placing herself just on the other side of the door now. "Light Illumne, Prince Versyr." With that she turns toward the exit and moves out the door before he moves to hold her back once more.

Walking through the streets of Andor, Rennar finally makes her way onto Crown of Roses Avenue.

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn

This portion of the Inner City is filled with large structures of gleaming white stone, roofed in tiles of purple, red and azure. White walls divide small expanses of lush lawn, and golden domes and tall spires rise to the heavens.

The sounds of crickets chirping and laughter from a nearby inn interrupt the quiet of twilight. Rose bushes and all manner of colorful flowers are in full bloom, their scent riding on the warm wind. White Lion Way, a narrow street paved in white stone, leads off to the southwest, and Crown of Roses Avenue, also paved in white stone, leads to the west.

Sev

Erienna

Vanderode Manor Mardu House Roesone Estate Awelynde Manor Belmond Manor Tiras Lorn Barydar Manor White Lion Way Caembarin Boulevard

Walking along the streets is Rennar Hune. She has a shawl delicately wrapped around her shoulders, and there's no sign of any House Hune guard with her presently.

Sev nods. :strolls up the street, with Erienna on his arm politely.

Erienna directs Sev toward Vanderode Manor house with a delightful smile, "My home is just across the way Lord Sev"

Sev says "Very well, I'll commend you to the valet presently..."

Erienna lets loose her hand from your arm then dips into a most formal curtsey, "I thank you ever so much My Lord Sev" she gives you a most charming if not shy smile

It might be that Rennar is too wrapped up in her own thoughts to take much notice of Sev, or that she's being polite in not interrupting over much. She does nod in his direction however, a small greeting, before moving on toward House Hune. She gives his 'lady' friend a small smile as well in greeting.

Sev nods Rennar, and bows.

Erienna catches Rennar out the corner of her pale blue eyes and in turn nods her head with a friendly smile, "Good eve to you my Lady" she says rather softly

Sev says "It's been sparkling, m'lady... Ah, here comes my kinswoman. "He looks to Rennar. " How fare you, m'lady?""

Disturbed from her current set of thoughts, Rennar turns her more complete attention on Sev. She nods to the couple once omre, "Good evening." She offers a faint hint of a smile, though not much more than that. "I am well. Thank you."

Not wanting to be a sore thumb or a third wheel, Eri slowly backs away so the Lord and Lady may converse without her being in listening rage. Yes Erienna is quite shy and unasure of herself

Sev nods, and moves to make a brief introduction. "Rennar, have you met the lady Erienna of Vanderode? I understand she hasn't been about of late... Erienna, I'm sure you recognize Lady Rennar Hune..."

Uh oh she has been noticed, she smiles warmly at Rennar, though as usual it is rather timid, "Tis a pleasure to make your aquaintance Lady Hune"

"I have not..." Rennar answers in a quieted voice. She nods her head in greeting once more to Erienna, "It is a pleasure meeting you, Lady Vanderode." For one who is rumored to dislike formalities, she keeps with them upon this occassion. "Please, do not let me interrupt you both...." Perhaps the High Seat and heir-apparent to the Rose crown herself is a bit shy around others?

Erienna says "Please no My Lady, Lord Sev was just kind enough to escourt me to my home is all, you of course are not interupting""

Sev says "We were just saying goodnight, indeed. Perhaps you would like some company home, Rennar?"

There is a hesitant pause as Rennar regards the two. After a moment, she seems to relent, "If that is your will, Lord Sev, I will wait, but down the road a bit." Her tone seems to suggest she will not take no for that particular argument.

Sev nods. "I will not keep you waiting long, then."

"Very well..." Before there are any other arguments, Rennar continues her way down the road, and picks a spot beneath one of the trees lining the street to wait.

Oh Eri feels so out of place, so uncomfortable. Looking up at Sev she tries to smile but fails, "I thank you again Lord Sev of House Hune you are most certainly a gentleman to see me home"

Sev offers a hand, and says, "And you are a lady to say so. Pray, say it often," he jests.

Erienna lightly touches your hand as decoram dictates then dips into a curtsey, "I do hope we shall be able to converse again, perhaps I will recite some of my compositions my Lord Sev?"

Sev bows. "I should be honoured. the light illume you till then, m'lady. " With that, he straightens, and walks on to catch up with Rennar.

Erienna smiles softly as you turn to leave, then herself unlocking the door and entering Vanderode Manor

Politely, Rennar had kept her back turned to the couple. When she hears footsteps approaching, she stands more tall and starts to walk down the road again. "You are finding everything well, Lord Sev?" It is a general question about his life.

Sev nods. "Well enough. Would you have me be so formal between us, cousin? "

Erienna walks from the street, make her way through the foyer, and enters the Receiving Parlour.

Glancing aside at Sev, a touch of a smile comes to Rennar's features once more, "Do forgive me, cousin. I have just come from the Palace, and a certain mood always settles in when I am there of late." Of course, she hasn't gone to the Palace for some many months now, despite the friendship it is told she has with the Queen.

Sev walks along quietly... He always practically worshipped the Queen, as a child, for Rennar to be the heir apparent must be a bit awkward for him. "Are you all right, Rennar? Had I word of what had transpired, I should have come sooner. At least, I found brighter news on my way..."

"I spoke with Prince Theowyn, and I am fine." Rennar attempts to reassure her cousin. "Though I do thank you for your concern." At the same time, she attempts to make her smile seem wamer.

warmer

Sev nods. "It seems there's a great deal afoot, these days..." He glances back to Vanderode Manor. "Odd, but I had the distinct impression she was afraid of me, at first I thought it was the name, but it seems she is unaccustomed to being out and about, after an illness... Is there anything I should know?"

"I know very little about House Vanderode. It is a foreign House." Rennar states, eyes going to the same estates which Sev glancse toward. "Cairhienin, I think." She leaves the distaste from her voice - never one for much politicing herself.

Sev nods. "The lady seems very unlike the stereotype, indeed. They have a presence in Tar Valon..."

Rennar gives a small nod of her head as she considers those words. "Had some come from there, or from Cairhien directly?" She asks in a quieted voice, still partially distracted earlier by her conversation with the First Prince.

Sev says "To Caemlyn? I'm not sure. Though the house originally comes from Cairhen, I do not recall how many remain there."

Rennar nods her head once more, turning her eyes away from the Vanderode's manor in order to watch where she is going to her own manor. "She seems to be a pleasant girl>"

Sev nods. "Indeed."

Sev says "A poet, no less.""

Sev says "Naya sends her regards, by the way."

"A poet...?" Rennar asks, some interest touching upon her voice, "Has she shared any of her works to you....?" She pauses when she hears mention of Naya, and smiles gently, "How is she?"

Sev nods. "She seems well. Putting on a healthy amount of weight, it seems. Just possibly, she may be coming for the wedding, but she forbade me make any promises."

Rennar nods her head sagely, "Naya and travel often times do not go well. I would welcome her home, of course, but if she cannot make it, I understand. She did not travel much from the Tower when I was within Tar Valon to bring the Queen home."

Sev nods. "She may come just to see I'm keeping up my studies, in which case you may find me sorry indeed," he smiles. "Though the Caemlyn of today has been instructive, indeed. So many foreign nobles about..."

Sev says "And, no, I have not heard the lady Erienna's verse, though some of it has been promised me."

Rennar chuckles lightly, her eyes lighting up briefly. "Let me know how it is when, and if you get to hear any of it...." She pauses and further chuckles, "Naya is of the Green Ajah. I would worry more were she of the Brown."

Sev rubs his chin wistfully, as he seemingly always has when he meets a lady that might interest him; not that he's ever gone beyond flirting, to anyone's knowing. "Aye, indeed."

Rennar walks up to the gates of Tiras Lorn, and pauses just outside, though she does undo the latch. She takes a look around, then turns her eyes to Sev, studying him a brief moment or two. "And you are finding your stay in Caemlyn well?"

Sev nods. "I am. Though I haven't sorted out the coming, going, and doings."

Sev says "House Barydar is mustering pikemen, that strikes me as an odd move."

"You are welcome to stay within Tiras Lorn..." Rennar speaks softly, "... rather than the Inns. There's plenty of room. It's just Demonder, Satira, two or three other cousins and the sta-" A brow lifts at Sev's word, "I expect the Queen expects a war out of Lord Kasagara's foolish acthions with sending the Queen's Guard to the borders of Murandy." Her lips turn down in a distasteful expression, and her voice goes sour. "I cannot see any other reason for it, yet there has been no word from the Palace on that particular matter." Nor did Rennar ask when she had the chance, a bit too stunned at the news of her sister Calisa being alive afterall - news she's yet to tell others as she's just learned it herself.

Sev nods. "Aye. A few I've met seem to take her silence for weakness... Troublemakers, doubtless. But one made a good point... What can Murandy gain in a confllict it can't win?

"Lord Renford of Murandy has already sent assassins here to take care of myself and the Queen.... We are still living, but I consider myself to be lucky in that respect. I had inside help in escaping my uncle's hands when they tried attacking." Rennar sighs deeply, stepping into the courtyard of Tiras Lorn, "I do not expect he will let things drop there. Not by a long shot."

Sev nods. "Then I will definitely stay."

Sev's hand shifts a bit on the hilt of his sword, absently.

"Cousin, he has proven to be a worthy adversary. My uncle had all of Tiras Lorn filled with mercenaries who acted as his guards." Rennar sighs again, shuddering a bit at the memory of her capture, "If he had his men penetrate Tiras Lorn again, I doubt there is much to stop him from doing so again. A matter of disagreement between myself and my husband for sometime now... though Demonder now sees some reason." She smiles faintly at that.

Sev mmms. "Perhaps different security measures need to be taken...

"I can assure you that at the time House Hune was quite secure." There is a wry look upon Rennar's features as she states that. "Jeffrin was very thorough. Though if you wish to talk about security within the House, Demonder is the one to speak with. He is in charge of such matters now."

Sev 's brow wrinkles at the mention of Jefferin. "I should like to get *that* one within arm's reach. I met his lawyer, you know, by chance. He turned white when he heard my name, but I didn't put him on the spit further than that."

Rennar smirks, "Jeffrin has been banished from all of Andor. I should hope he has enough sense to stay away." Absently, Rennar pulls her shawl about her shoulders, despit the warmth of the spring evening.

Sev nods. "If I find him... I came across... Tebrya, the other day, here in Caemlyn..."

Sev says "I don't understand the business, personally, but I had heard she was murdered. I thought you should know she is alive.""

A darkened expression befalls Rennar, "That is Calisa." The presumed dead sister of Rennar. "Pray that she remembers she is /not/ welcome here. There is no telling what the Guards would do to one who swore herself to the Dark."

Sev nods, not sure, still, which name it's politic to use. "Hire her, apparently."

Sev says "It was under duress, I understand. I could not think otherwise of her.""

Sev , still, looks deeply sad over the affair, whatever happenned.

Rennar chuckles faintly, "I mean the House Guards. What Lord Kasagara does is of little concern to me. He is incompetant." She sniffs faintly, "And will continue to prove himself so. I do not see how the Queen can keep him as Captain-General." She sighs lightly, then glances to the House, "But, at this hour, it is best not to get me started on /that/ particular topic."

Sev nods, keeping on. "I heard she had to take an Oath to the Light... I don;t know the potency of these things. I hate to say it of one who pulled my hair as a child, but, can we trust her? "

Sev muses, silently. At least he understands why House barydar is mustering troops, or so he thinks.

"She is no longer a member of this family, nor any of my concern. Calisa is dead, as word was given to me." Rennar proclaims, her eyes remaining faintly narroed as she speaks "Anyone who proclaims to be that person is known to be a Darkfriend and should be treated as thus. I do not believe the addage that anyone can come back to the Light for members of the Dark lie easily to save their own skins, and I've seen her break one of the strongest Oaths before the Queen once... the one where even Kings and Queen's could be beheaded if they broke it. And, it is Lord Kasagara's fault, entirely, for her swearing herself to /them/." There is a bit of vehemence in her voice when she states this, though from her expressin, she believes she has reason over it.

Sev nods, absently. "As you say, then."

A sigh escapes Rennar, "If you will excuse me, I think it is time to retire before I go any further." She manages a faint smile once more, the topic having doused her earlier good humor.

Sev nods, appraising the walls. "Perhaps, the tradition of training the heir at Tar Valon might deny the assassins another opportunity..."

Rennar had started to turn to leave, but at Sev's words, she blances entirely. "No." She states all too quickly. "I will not return to Tar Valon. They are rude and insolent there, all of them." She offers no other explaination and starts to hurry for the manor at once.

Sev muses, "If only Kasagara could be brought there as well, it might teach him better strategy and keep him from doing further harm in one stroke."

Sev follows along, not pressing the issue.

Not staying around for any more of Sev's musings, Rennar enters the manor itself, though informs the servant at the door to keep the door open for her cusin if he looks to be coming as well.