Palace Courtyard: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A large, wide-open courtyard surrounds the breathtaking beauty of the Royal Palace of Andor. The pale beauty of the famed Ogier stonework, its high terraces and balconies and golden domes making your eye travel higher and higher to see more. The courtyard is very austere, with well-tended patches of lawn offsetting the stark white of the paving stones.

Small groups of Queen's Guards patrol the area, keeping it safe from any intrusion. The smell of delicious foods cooking fills the air. The warm breeze brings the scent of roses on the air. Their heavy scent completely permeates the air here, creating an exotic feel. The massive, double doors to the Palace are guarded by a small group of Queen's Guards. A small path paved in white stone leads off to the east towards the Queen's Gardens and flagstones lead northwest towards the guard's practice yard. A hoof-beaten path angles towards the stables to the west and the great gates lead back north out to the Queen's Plaza.

Demonder, Cherise, Paedrig, Anluan, Kellian, Eglantine, Zilfrin, Eronian, Caenna, Rio, Rudra, Cronus. Engest

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Turail arrives with Demonder.

Kellian looks around the courtyard, making sure everything is in order, then approaches Cronus,"Lieutenant." His face is a bit drawn from his three days of self imposed imprisonment in the stocks, but all in all he is holding up well,"Is everything in order?"

Daric enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Caenna smiles at Rio and nods.

Relying on the Arafellin for political protocal is probably not the wisest path, but he at least realizes that, as well. Zilfrin looks to Rio Sedai, as well, and nods to her answer to Caenna's question.

Daric follows the Roesone delegation through the courtyard, keeping his eyes to the front.

Eglantine nods to Zilfrin, seriously, and glances toward Rio.

Cherise walks confidently into the Palace courtyard, a little smile of satisfaction upon her face. There are no guards accompanying her this evening--only cousins, thankfully. Her eyes search out the others present and rest upon the Grey sister momentarily, then the White.

Rio seems to be gathering herself as she prepares to enter the palace. She watches as more of the nobles of andor enter through the great gates. She gives Eglantine an encouraging smile as she catches her glance. And then another to Cherise.

Cronus snaps to for the Cpt-Gen, "Yes sir. Everything has been prepped." And considering every guard in the viewable is dressed in the full white formal Uniform, it is pretty assured things are well in order. He blocks entrance for the moment for all but current palace setters while he awaits orders to let the general attendants in.

Engest walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Zilfrin stays a step to the side of Eglantine, and contents himself with scanning the courtyard, the arrivals, and the palace.

Turail, curiously, arrives at the heels of the /Hune/ delegation. He looks solemn, at best, at worst, coldly unemotional.

Demonder makes his way through escorting Rennar, with Turail near. They head toward the palace.

Demonder walks through the gleaming white double doors, into the Royal Palace.

Rennar leaves with Demonder.

Entry Hall: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A wide, circular entry hall with a high, vaulted ceiling greets you as you enter the Royal Palace of Andor.

You can hear the sounds of the evening meal being prepared from somewhere further in the Palace, the smells of freshly baked bread and roasting meat filling the air. A few of the tall windows are opened up, to allow the fresh summer breeze to flow through the great entry hall. A grand circular staircase curves up to the higher levels of the Palace. A long, straight corridor runs to the southwest, and a winding corridor tiled in white leads off to the east. Atop a couple large steps, A great, arched doorway of gleaming white stone faces the high main doors and leads further into the palace.

Demonder

Engest

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Turail arrives with Demonder.

Rio walks softly up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Caenna walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Kellian walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Demonder is escorting Rennar and leading the Hune group, plus Turail, toward the doors of the Grand Hall.

Zilfrin walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Eglantine arrives with Zilfrin.

Cronus walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Rio moves up the short few steps and through the tall, arched doorway that leads into the Grand Hall.

Eronian walks up the white steps into the foyer of the Palace.

Grand Hall: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

The Grand Hall is beautifully imposing, taking one's breath away. This is the Throne Room from which Andoran Queens have received ambassadors and pronounced judgement for close to a thousand years. Rows of white columns over twenty paces high march down the sides of the hall. A red carpet runs down the center of the Hall, to a raised marble dais, upon which sits the Lion Throne.

The sounds of crickets chirping comes into the room from the gardens outside. Moonlight streams in through the windows, glinting off of the jewel-inlaid wall behind the throne. The lush greenery of the Queen's Gardens can be seen from out of the high, arched windows along the eastern side of the Hall. The colorful scenery enhances the beauty of the impressive throne room. The tall, arched doorway of white stone leads back out to the entry hall.

Eronian, Kellian, Deleamar, Paedrig, Cherise, Daric, Engest, Eglantine, Zilfrin, Caenna, Turail, Demonder, Rio, Elyse, Ian, Guards, Emrich, Reynard, Theowyn

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Turail arrives with Demonder.

Rio sits down House Versyr's table.

Theowyn is standing behind his seat at the Versyr table, his eyes scanning those that enter with a level of consideration. With Elyse's entrance, he offers a polite nod.

Caenna comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Zilfrin comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Eglantine arrives with Zilfrin.

Engest comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Daric comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Cherise comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Rio makes her way through the room and seats herself at the Versyr's table, arranging her skirts neatly around her.

Paedrig comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Deleamar arrives with Paedrig.

Kellian comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Caenna has a faint smile onher face as she walks in, arms behind her back.

Eronian comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Eronian enters the Grand Hall behind Kellian

"Quite a lovely gathering, wouldn't you agree?" Daric inquires of Cherise as he pats her hand with his own. He politely waits for Cherise to seat herself before he takes his place among the Roesones.

Deleamar sits down House Roesone's table.

Demonder is lead toward the House Hune table, where he escorts Rennar toward. He offers Turail a quiet and reassuring nod as they likely part ways.

Kellian enters, with two guards and positions them at the doors, along with any others who might be there all ready. "Stand here." He says to them. No need to explain beyond that. They know their duty.

Cherise sits down House Roesone's table.

Deleamar walks in with his lovely cousins, but as usual, doesn't talk to them as he heads directly for his seat.

Paedrig sits down House Roesone's table.

Daric sits down House Roesone's table.

Elyse nods once to her escort, allowing him to lead her to the Dignitaries' table. Her scrip-carrying scribe follows with a bow. Once at the table, the guard bows formally to the notables present, a bit more deeply towards the Prince. Elyse follows suit with a courtly curtsey and then allows her escort to assist her into a seat.

Turail lingers a few moments with the Hune delegation, speaking softly with Demonder before slowly going to seat himself at the Roesone table, on the end, somewhat apart almost.

"Yes indeed.." Cherise comments to Daric, blue eyes looking about in restraint.

Turail sits down House Roesone's table.

Cronus comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Eglantine looks around the room, face uncertain, and glances back at Zilfrin with a soft question.

Elyse sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Zilfrin enters alongside Eglantine, scanning those gathered, his eyes pausing only on Ian. He nods to Eglantine, and stops beside the table for House Barydar, pulling the chair out for her.

Theowyn sits down House Versyr's table.

Eglantine smiles at Zilfrin, seeming relieved at something, and takes the chair. She smooths her skirt, and studies the room.

The Lord Captain Commander already sits in the hall, eyes sweeping over all those that enter. By himself, he gives Caenna a curious glance as she enters, but is brief and almost unnoticable.

Kellian looks at Eronian, one of the guards he positioned at the door,"You do understand your duty here, guardsman?" He inspects the man's uniform, checking the polish of his buttons and the smoothness of his uniform as he does.

Reynard stands at attention, 3rd guard on the right from the door.

Eronian nods sharply, "Yes sir."

Rezna comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Rennar stops and gives pause as she notices the Lord Captain Commander. Glancing to Demonder, a small frown does form on her features. She hesitates, looking uncertain for several moments, eyes narrowing.

Eglantine sits down House Barydar's table.

Turail leans on his elbow, bending in a little to offer his red haired cousin a faint smile. "Lady Cherise." His eyes do flick to the man who now holds the place that was his untill recently however, and then linger with some returning amusement on Daric before he leans back in his chair.

Kellian looks them all over, waiting Eronian's answer. He moves to the other guards there. Inspecting them in passing. He salutes in return to those that salute him as he finally makes his way to the table reserved for House Versyr.

Raziah comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Aislynn comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Ian's arrival is halted by the guards, who seem to want to prevent him entry to the High Court. With an irritated from, Ian offers them a letter and waits impatiently while it's read. Once read, the guard unconciously looks across the room at Prince Theowyn, and finally waves Ian inside. After asking the man a question and being pointed towards a table, Ian finaly enters and begins weaving his way towards the table indicated.

Anluan comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Zilfrin stands next to Eglantine, his back towards the wall, and eyes watching the rest.

Demonder shares in his wife's concern, as he pulls out a chair. "We shall see, right?" he looks over to the table with foreigners.

Daric seems to be oblivious to Turail's glance, for oddly enough he appears to be quite interested in the interactions between Caenna and Emrich. He watches Emrich's expression carefully."

Caenna pauses, moving over to the table where Elyse now sits, and takes a seat herself.

Far used to evil stares and nasty glances, Emrich ignores everyone while at the same time taking in everything at the same time.

Paedrig leans back on the chair, offering a slight nod to Turail. "Brother, we shall talk soon, yes?" he asks quietly. "Recent events are most unfortunate, and I have my concerns."

Caenna sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Emrich sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Guards line the walls in the formal uniform of the guard in a ceremonial fashion. Every 4 guards you find a file leader, with the squadman in between two sets of guards that completes the ring of guards. Room is left for other superiors near where the head table. The guards are equally spaced throughout the room. Then Cronus enters and moves the opposite direction from Kellian inspecting those he passes and eventually finds himself near the head table where he posts and moves to parade rest(hands clasped behind his back, feet shoulderwidth, and eyes straight) at the note of the queen's entrance. He snaps to formal attention as does the rest of the guards in the room. The Herald announcing her arrival.

Captain-General Kellian Versyr makes his way to the Versyr table. As the eldest among them he glances at the seat at the head of the table for the briefest of moment, but dismisses that thought for now. Then simply finds an empty seat and sits.

Engest sits down House Versyr's table.

Edilim comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Raziah sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Elyse remains poised elegantly where she is seated. As Caenna, Raziah and Emrich joins the table, she tilts her ear a bit in that direction, inclining her head politely to those there.

Rio nods to Prince Theowyn as he seats himself at the Versyr Table, but generally, she is observing the others in the room with a careful eye.

Caenna nods politely to Elyse, saying a few words quietly.

Kellian sits down House Versyr's table.

Rennar does not issue an evil or nasty stare. She does exert some great deal of discomfort, and only rightly so. That frown continues to remain upon her features. She speaks to her husband as he tries to push her more toward their seat, as that's what it almost seems like now. She mutters to Demonder, "I... not... be... here.... of us were... the Children... I... can... will... are for... only." There's a firmness to her tone.

Demonder senses "Rennar does not issue an evil or nasty stare. She does exert some great deal of discomfort, and only rightly so. That frown continues to remain upon her features. She speaks to her husband as he tries to push her more toward their seat, as that's what it almost seems like now. "I really do not believe I should be in attendance with that man here. None of us were warned that the Children would be here. I have nothing I can say or will offer. My words are for Andor only." There's a firmness to her tone."

The young Queen of Andor enters the Grand Hall, idly adjusting the sumptuous red stole that drapes across her shoulders, the White Lion of Andor marching triumphant upon its length. She pauses only for a moment when she enters the great hall, casting an icy glance about at the crowd gathered, and then begins making her graceful way up the centre aisle, arriving at the table set aside for her House.

Reynard snaps to attention at the announcement of the Queen's arrival. He keeps his gaze straight ahead.

Rio gazes over at Rennar with dove gray eyes and shakes her head at the woman as if she were only a child of ten. Then Rio dismisses the Hune Noble from her attention. There are more interesting things to view after all.

As the Queen is heralded, Elyse rises from her seat at the dignitaries table and offers a courtly curtsey.

Turail nods slightly to Paedrig's quiet comment towards him, replying with a slightly cool lowered voice, He mutters to Paedrig, "... Duke... taken... the... being... Tiras Lorn, as you... are aware."

Boom! Boom! Boom!, thrice sounds a deep note as the High Chancellor's long staff is brought down upon the wood at his feet in steady succession, the notes carrying across those gathered as he allows the sounds' presence to take effect. Once the room falls into a passable silence, Engest raises his deep, clear voice to it's most formal tone, one which surely carries his words to the deepest recess of the area. "Lords, Ladies, Dukes and Duchesses...and all those gathered here before the Lion Throne in the presence of our city and our Queen. On this day the High Court gathers at the Will of the Queen, and here her Writ shall be spoken, and her Will made known. Attend!" The High Chancellor shouts, "Our Queen approaches! All Hail the White Lion! All Hail Queen Aislynn!"

Ian refrains from conversing or mingling with the nobles present as he works his way across the room, but he does slow as he passes the Barydar table. Altaran greets Arafellin, "Greetings, sir Zilfrin. A pleasure as always."

Anluan's head is visible over Aislynn's shoulder as he enters right behind the Queen. He seems at ease and perhaps even rested, but his eyes continually dart around the room in an attempt to see everything, which he may succeed at.

Rennar doesn't even give Rio the time of day, her attention mostly on her husband. A cool expression takes form over the Daughter-heir's features, emerald eyes looking out over the rest of the people present.

Eglantine looks up to Ian, face startled, and turns a questioning glance up to Zilfrin.

Demonder's hand moves across Rennar's arm offering some comfort. He mutters to Rennar, "... are... here... an... So long as we... not discuss secret... think... the... attendance... And..." At the Queen's entrance, he turns and makes the appropriate bow of respect.

You sense Demonder's hand moves across Rennar's arm offering some comfort. "There are foreigners here as well. Perhaps this is an open court of sorts. So long as we do not discuss secret matters of Andor, I would think maybe the matter requires the attendance of the Children. And the foreigners?" At the Queen's entrance, he turns and makes the appropriate bow of respect.

Zilfrin first bows to the Queen, as she is is heralded. He then politely inclines his head to Ian. "Peace favor you, Master Ian. It is interesting to meet you here."

Ian doesn't wait around to engage Zilfrin in further conversation once the Court is called. He hurries towards house Trigaran's table.

Daric gets to his feet politely as Aislynn arrives. The lordling tugs his simple coat straight as she is announced. His fair features are as serene as the Aes Sedai present.

Zilfrin watches Ian depart, then slowly claims his seat next to Eglantine.

Kellian rises to his feet again as Aislynn enters, studying the guards, and then looking about as if scruntizing the room for intruders or means of entry. Eventually, after satisfying himself to their security, he returns his gaze to Aislynn.

Zilfrin sits down House Barydar's table.

Once she arrives at her table, the Queen fastidiously smoothes her opulent skirts, and then takes a seat at the head of the Versyr table. She offers those already seated at her table a warm smile, and a polite inclination of her head.

Aislynn sits down House Versyr's table.

Demonder sits down House Hune's table.

Edilim strides in confidantly, heeled closely by an attendant. Ambassador Edilim, the dignitary from House Devorae of Tar Valon who has a reputation for rabble rousing, realizes he is a tad late. But in typical, arrogant fashion, he makes his best effort at acting as though he was intended to enter just after the Queen. He smooths his black, silk coat and moves to take a seat at the table he deems for Foreign Dignitaries. He doesn't take a seat until the Queen does so.

Edilim sits down Dignitaries' Table.

A few whispers issue from the crowd of minor nobility at the back of the Hall, exclaiming over the the conspicuous absence once again of Prince Greydon. It soon dies down, however, as the room quiets and all attend to the High Chancellor.

Rio inclines her head to Aislynn respectfully as she passes the Versyr table.

Daric sits down again, making himself comfortable this time. The large number of guards surrounding the chamber draw a rather pointed look before he turns his attention to the proceedings.

Looking out across the assemblage expressionlessly, Engest's eyes meet some few in the crowd with whom he shares an acquaintence, and perhaps others who are strangers to him. "The first speaker for the evening is the Dignitary representing House Trigaran. House Trigaran, you have the floor." the Chancellor pronounces solemly, resuming his seat as teh last echoes of his speech fall silent.

Rennar gives a small shrug of her shoulder as she's finally seated at her table, She mutters to Demonder, "I... evening... turns... a court of... will... Hune.... to..." Again, a note of firmness to her voice. She carefully arranges her skirts into place, but then immediately rises once more to give the Queen an appropriate curtsey before getting more settled.

Demonder senses "Rennar gives a small shrug of her shoulder as she's finally seated at her table, "I will give the evening a chance. However, if this turns into a court of kangaroos, you will have to take over for House Hune. I will refuse to stay." Again, a note of firmness to her voice. She carefully arranges her skirts into place, but then immediately rises once more to give the Queen an appropriate curtsey before getting more settled."

Ian remains standing behind his chair until the sets a precedence for allowing others to sit. Once done, he takes his seat--the lone body at House Trigaran's table.

Elyse leans to a whispered word by the officer who escorted her tonight, and nods, resuming her seat with a cautious grace. Her refined poise indicates her attention is more directed to the Court proceedings than any whisperings amongst those at the Dignitaries table with her.

Anluan takes a position along the wall directly behind the Queen, standing as rigidly and proper as any guard, but somehow seeming as if about to move. His eyes keep scanning the entire room, rarely even blinking.

And just as quickly as he's sat down, Ian rises. He quietly awaits until all the murmuring has died down, adjusting a few pieces of parchment on the table in front of him while doing so.

Rio glances over at the Trigaran table, at the lone figure there. She appears thoughtful for a moment, even curious.

Cherise glances over at the Queen, then blue eyes catch sight of the man behind her--and she stares. "'Lu!" she mouths.

Margiel comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Zilfrin allows his full attention to settle on Ian, as well, after a momentary glance towards the Queen's table."

Calmly, Rennar gives her attention to the member indicated at the House Trigaran table. Emerald eyes look over Ian in a inconspicuously studious manner. A touch of interest can be shown on her features, though it seems mild at best.

Eglantine looks toward Ian, face formal, though her lips purse for a moment.

Once the murmurs and commentary has died and a nod is presented, Ian begins, "Your-" Barely audible, he clears his throat and stands a bit straighter, chin raised a bit higher. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Ladies and Lords. Prior to his death, Lord Magnus Trigaran commissioned my services and appointed me Captain of the Trigaran House Guard. Lord Milton Trigaran--who extends his deepest apologies to Her Majesty and to the High Court for his inability make the journey to Caemlyn--has retained my services as Captain, and has asked that I introduce myself. My name is Ian. I have no surname to call mine own, but I hail from Altara and am known to many families of noble blood as Ian of Altara. My name may not be altogether unfamiliar; I am proud to have served Her Majesty during The Purge at the request of Captain Greydon Pyrrhus. Though it was Lord Magnus who commisioned me, I am not a servant of House Trigaran, but rather of Her Majesty and all of Andor. I shall be proud to do in Trigaran's name what it asks of me to do in Andor's." (End part one. Please page now if there's going to be an interruption.)

Anluan catches Cherise's silent call to him. He stares at her for a second or two, then flashes a kind smile before resuming his unending search of the room.

Jerott comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Ian glances down at a parchment on the table, looks up and continues, "As the Court undoubtedly understands, House Trigaran's estates encompass almost the whole of Andor's Murandy border, and it is the Trigaran Guard that protects the Queen's border in the absence of the Queen's Guard. With the recent events involving Murandy placing doubt on the peace of those borders, I inform the Court that I will do everything within my capability to see that the Trigaran Guard does not falter or fail. With the tutelage of the renown cavalier and Lord Magnus Trigaran--Light bless his spirit--House Trigaran has one of the finest House Guards in all of Andor, and I shall see that it is made The finest.

Many of the Court may question Lord Trigaran's judgement in hiring a mercenary for such a position. I will not deny that such a thing may be unprecedented. Some may show scorn at the term Mercenary, but I ask that none look down on me because I have no surname and no House to call mine own. I do not regret my humble beginnings, but have always strived to be an honest man making an honest living so that my children will have everything I did not. To these ends, I have extensive experience working for Ladies and Lords." His formal tone changes briefly as he tosses in some levity, "Let's face it; you pay better, and children are going to be expensive." (End part two. Please page now if there's going to be an interruption.)

At the mention of the Lord Milton not attending, a perplexed look graces the smooth features of the face of the Queen of Andor. She murmurs something at her table quietly.

Cronus blinks at the man's words, eyes moving to Milton's table then back to Ian. His eyes narrowing and his hands move from behind his back. A look to the nearest commanding guard near Lord Milton and another to the one nearest Ian. Either Ian is unaware of the man's arrival or one or both are imposters of sorts in his mind. He watches both as best he can and so do the guards nearest the two not stepping forward but readying themselves in case of trouble.

Rennar crosses her arms, after scooting her chair a bit closer to Demonder's so that they might converse quietly together. A single brow lifts at some of the speech which Ian delivers, though for now, nothing of interest seems to catch her.

Anluan flicks his eyes to Aislynn's back for a moment, but their journey around the room soon continues.

"I am not a mercenary that will be bought to raid an old woman's house for some petty vendetta." Ian frowns at the thought. "Since the Aiel War when I served in the Cairhein Cavalry, I have served Ladies and Lords like yourselves who wish only to see that their titles are uphelp and that their lands are protected from foreign invaders. I defended Queen Adreana's throne during the latest civil war in Altara. I defended House Drummond of Illian when Tear sought to expand its borders. At Lord Trigaran's behest, I supplied aid to the First Prince in the rescue of the Princess of Kandor, and I defended House Versyr and Andor when Darkfriends threatened (OOC Reference: The Purge)." He nods to Elyse and Theowyn both.

"I have also served Lord Renford Fiores--now King Renford of Murandy. He was, in fact, the Lord I served before House Trigaran, though I confess, as I believe Captain Zilfrin," he nods in Zilfrin's direction, "Can attest to the fact that I left Lord Renford's employ the very day his desires on Murandy's Throne were announced. Aside from my previous service to House Trigaran, aside from my previous service to House Versyr, and aside from my reputation as the Noble's Mercenary, it is my service to and experience with King Renford that I believe led Lord Magnus to seek my commission and to see that Andor's border did not fall." (End part three. Please page now if there's going to be an interruption.)

Cherise turns her eyes to the fore after conversing with her cousins, and blinks a couple of times as she studies the speaker.

After whispering furiously with members at her table, Aislynn now looks back up to Ian, giving him her undivided attention, though the perplexed and confused look is still in her eyes, in the slight frown creasing her brow, in the way she idly toys with the goblet of wine in front of her.

A very distinct frown comes to Rennar's lips when Ian announces that he's served Lord Renford. Her eyes briefly go to the Queen, then back to Ian, narrowing more than they did even for the Lord Captain Commander. It seems this particular Lady has no love for Renford or his family.

Eronian's eyes scan the room for any problems or the like, finding none as of yet, he continues to stay at ease, though his eyes take in the entire scene.

A more visible shift in Demonder's chair announces his displeasure over the matter, a new sort of opinion coming over him for Ian, the man he never met till now. He looks to Rennar, concern growing, before settling back in his chair. Anger begins to show on his eyes.

Kellian has been mostly quiet in response to the conversation at his table, his eyes boring into Ian as he speaks.

Cronus steps forward now, closer to Kellian with a curious thought leaning forward to whisper to the man...

Turail leans up more attentively, seeming less sprawled in his chair. His eyes may sharpen slightly, but otherwise, his featues retain that stone impassiveness.

High Chancellor Engest sits solidly in his seat at the Versyran table, unmoving as if carved from stone as he observes the speaker.

Anluan echoes Cronus' move forward to whisper, but he bends his head to Aislynn's ear instead...

Eronian strikes a curious glance directed at Ian, something does not sit right with this mans words. Watching him closely, though keeping the room under observation, he stands ready.

Elyse remains listening to Ian, her vacant cornflower blue gaze cast in the direction of his voice, though seems to see through him, not at him. At the mention of Ian's assistance in her rescue, she appears not to see the nod intended toward her. The Princess of Kandor remains quiet and attentive to Ian's speech, her expression schooled even and calm, betraying none of her thoughts.

Ian glances once more at his parchment, squinting slightly as he does, but looks up once again, eyes roaming the room as he attempts to make eye-contact with each person, "As a young man, Lord Magnus set aside his Noble heritage and served in Andor's Cavalry until the day his father passed away. That day, Lord Magnus set aside his spurs and served Andor as High Seat of House Trigaran until the Creator claimed him. Lord Magnus spent eighty six years of life serving Andor. I intend to make it eighty seven. He asked me to protect his queen, his country, and his house." A pause, just long enough to let everyone consider all of Magnus' deeds, "I have no intention of letting him down."

Ian bows formally to the Queen, "I thank the High Court for giving me this time to speak. I know your time is precious. Let me again apologize for Lord Milton Trigaran. He was looking forward to meeting Her Majesty and the members of the Council for the first time, and I can attest to his excitement over speaking to the High Court as High Seat. Unfortunately, Andor's southern estates suffered a violent summer storm a few weeks past, and it caught Lord Trigaran hunting game and afflicted him with a terrible fever that left him unfit for travel. In his name I apologize, and in the name of House Trigaran, I thank the Her Majesty and the Court for its time." Ian does not sit, but his prepared speech is obviously finished.

Aislynn lifts hear head slightly to whisper into her Warder's ear....

Paedrig begins to take careful study of Ian and the sword he wears, his eyes lightly shifting to the table with the Queen, and then back to Ian. Then he looks to Rennar and Demonder, sitting at the Hune table. Interest shows in his eyes as he leans forward to speak quietly with those at his table.

The Queen takes a long sip from her goblet of wine, having given Anluan an order, her icy eyes going back to Ian as he takes a seat. Then those eyes skim each table, perhaps seeking something. There is something in her manner that denotes uneasiness...foreboding...

Margiel simply sits far to the back, as befitting her house's status, yet casts a wary eye on Lord Jerott.

Something of a smoldering expression starts to form in Rennar's eyes, not directed at any one particular person. She leans into her table, speaking briefly with Demonder over some matter or another. Afterwards, she looks more pointedly toward Ian as though making a point to her husband.

Engest leans forward slightly to murmur to his table, He mutters to House Versyr's table, "... apologies,... believe... going... more interesting."

Demonder senses "Rennar's words are almost like ice. "I do not believe this will be a fortuitous evening, with the likes of he around.""

Eronian leans over to Reynard, though not moving his eyes, and speaks in a low volume, He mutters to Reynard, "Keep... that... slight... in... words."

Anluan nods to Aislynn and steps back. Quickly moving to Cronus' side he whispers to the man, looking once at Ian while doing so.

As the speech ends, Zilfrin finally releases Ian from his center of attention, to allow his eyes to scan the room again.

The Queen takes a long sip from her goblet of wine, having given Anluan an order, her icy blue eyes going back to Ian as she nods, indicating that he may once again take his seat. Then those eyes skim each table, perhaps seeking something...or someone. There is something in her manner that denotes uneasiness...foreboding...

Cherise watches the Queen speak with her brother (mine), one reddish-brown brow arching, then glances over at the tall Altaran with a thoughtful look.

Cronus straightens from his talk with Kellian and notes Anluan's approach as his eyes remain posted about the room and the various guards there. He quirks a brow at Anluan, but his eyes don't goto the man but his main attention is there.

The High Chancellor rises to his feet, "An interesting statement, Master Ian," Engest states, sparing a nearby Guardsman a significant look, "Since the next individula who has requested to speak at this High Court is none other than...Lord Milton Trigoran!" And with that exclaimation, Engest resumes his seat.

Rio turns away from Ian even before he finishes speaking. Instead she regards one of the princes at the Versyr Table with a long look. The gray sister seems disquieted by something.

Reynard nods once to Eronian's whispered order, He mutters to Eronian.

"What?" Cherise utters softly as Milton's name is announced as being here. She frowns a moment, then leans over to speak with her cousins.

Elyse shifts a little in her seat, but there seems to be no change to the Princess's refined poise at the mention that ian's speech seems to fly in the face of fact.

A dark frown creases the pale brow of Aislynn, and her icy eyes go immediately to Ian, as if accusing him of being the biggest liar that ever walked the earth. She begins to rise to her feet, and then halts herself, her gaze turning instead to the entrance of the Grand Hall. She slightly tenses her posture, however.

Ian bows once more to the queen and begins to seat himself, but having just had the floor, it stands to reason he could still answer and retain etiquette, "Surely the court is mistaken. I received missive from Lord Trigaran not but a days ago. I've still the letter in my footlocker."

Caenna sits straighter, arching an eyebrow. She rests her hands in front of her on the table, listening thoughtfully.

Renford comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Rio looks at Aislynn calmly for a moment and then seems ready to support her.

"And I spoke with the Lord Milton Trigaran not more than an hour ago, Ian," Aislynn says, her voice cold and smooth. "Have you explanation----" Her statement cuts off sharply as the recognized figure of 'Milton' enters the room.

Edilim watches the Queen like a hawk, noting every mistake, every show of weakness. He shifts his eyes from time to time so it does not appear that he's staring.

You sit down at House Hune's table.

At the Hune table, Demonder shakes his head lightly, eyes looking to Rennar's. "Love, this holds poorly when a man with those associations is here."

Jerald comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Anluan begins to glide out of the room without another word, but is stopped short when the High Chancellor announces Lord Milton's name. He turns, hand resting on sword hilt, and is quickly back behind Aislynn, right behind her this time.

Caenna looks suddenly toward Rio, frowning faintly.

"Light." This comes from the Lord Captain Commander, loud enough to be heard over the mutterings. "We will not get anything solved with this infighting." He says it to no one in general.

The court Herald calls announces the arrival of this next person with a little...Well akwardness. "His Majesty King Renford Fiores requests entrance to the high court of Andor!" He's not sure wether to let the guy come in or not.

Jerald enters and takes up post near the door as a guard in formal uniform should, speaking with another file leader, aparently relieving the man for some reason or other.

Theowyn might very well be among the first to full height stand, his gaze settling to the entrance where Lord Renford is announced.

Raziah looks to Caenna Sedai, and bites her lip, looking between the door, Queen Aislynn, and at a few others in the room.

Zilfrin shifts his gaze to the king, then back to Ian, then to the Queen, then back to Ian.

Engest looks to the Queen, eyebrow raised in quiet surprise, "What is your wish, my Queen?" he asks quietly.

Aislynn also rises to her feet fully now, saying angrily in a low tone, "What is the meaning of -this-?" Her question is directed at both Ian and this new arrival--as is her gaze.

Renford waits patiently to be admitted...

Nothing has been announced that needs solving, at least not to the Lady Rennar's ears. A darkened frown comes over Rennar's lips as the 'King Renford' is announced, eyes narrowing at a dangerous level. She takes in the man who would be her killer; the one who sent various assassins after her personage. To have him /here/ in this court? A growl almost emanates from the back of the young Duchess's throat. Though she does restrain herself, she looks as though she's on the verge of simply leaving.

Caenna stands up slowly, perhaps only to better see what is going on - the young Sedai has often cursed her short stature.

Rio's gaze rivets to that of King Renford, anger simmers within her. Rio Sedai rises to her feet a few moments after Aislynn does. She remains at the Queen's side and a pace behind the monarch.

Anluan turns attention to the opposite side of the room from where Fiores is announced, searching for a ruse or the attack during the distraction. His hand grips the hilt of his sword, but does not draw it.

Ian opens his palms, obviously having no explanation, but turns curiously when the herald announces the request to let King Renford enter. Upon sight of the man, his brows lower in confision and he also looks towards Zilfrin, the two share a look and his brows furrow more deeply before he shares a confused shake of his head at the Arafellin

Demonder's initial burst of anger is somehow calmed by Aislynn's out angry tone. At least he's not the only one. His arm goes to Rennar's shoulder, fingers moving in an attempt to comfort her, all the while his eyes bleeding with rage as they look to the door.

"Is this some sort of joke?" Daric says just a bit too loudly, meaning it only for his cousins but his voice seems to carry far too much. "The Lugarders with a king? I thought they had but a goatherd."

Cherise watches the drama play out before her with interest, though her brows are knitted still in a frown. She glances at this king, then Ian, then Anluan, then Daric with a little smirk.

Caenna says quietly, to no one in particular, "Good manners would dictate his admittance, no?"

Renford simply waits to be admittied...or to be adressed...that amused smile he has worn since he was born never wavering. His eyes of course are on the queen...whom he spoke with only an hour before.

Small muscles twitch in Aislyn's cheeks as she clenches her jaw, her eyes riveted to this imposter to whom she showed so much kindness and hospitality a mere hour or so ago. When she speaks, her tone is frigid: icy shards falling from a high, cold place. "And what proof have you in regard to who you are, so-called 'King?' For you surely did not present yourself as such to me earlier this day. I demand an explanation."

Rennar comments loud enough for those around her to hear, though the comment is most directly to her husband, "If he is indeed 'King Renford of House Fiores' he should indeed be allowed into the courts of Andor, so he can be tried for attempted murder." There is contempt within the young Duchess's voice. There was, afterall, evidence found that House Fiores was responsible for the assassins sent after her.

Elyse blinks a few times with those blank blue eyes staring straight ahead. But she does not rise as some others would. Her single Honor Guard escort, however, tenses a bit and swivels his attentive gaze between the guards here, the recently arrived King, and the Royals at the Versyr table. The scribe that Elyse brought with her appears visibly nervous.

Cronus becomes lost in the flow of events but notes tension is high and a hand to his sword hilt as other various guards follow suit about the room. Those near the LCC have already tensed for trouble as the guards ready for more events to come forth.

The recently deposed Duke gives little reaction to watch, though Turail's glance flicks briefly in his brother's direction, returning with speed to Aislynn as she begins to speak.

Kellian remains seated. In fact he takes a slow deep breath. His eyes though, those silver flecked blue eyes, so like his sisters, turn to look at the man called Renford. He stands slowly then at Aislynn's words,"I do not doubt that he is who he says, Aislynn."

Zilfrin notes Ian's look, and glances at the King again. He nudges his chair back slightly, and begins to take note of the room in its entirety again.

Theowyn seems to be considering that very thing as Rennar speaks. It is Kellian's words that set him into a double-take, looking at his brother with a shock that lightly hits him greater then the one previous.

Ian realizes he's never sat down since he spoke to the Queen, and calmly takes his seat, his eyes on Renford skeptically.

Emrich remains seated, cool Children of the Light calm wrapped around him. Let these nobles squabble about seats, and Kings, and what not. The real enemy is yet to be addressed, and until it is, nothing of this matters. These thoughts cause the calm to be interrupted with a laugh from the Lord Captain Commander.

Ian sits down House Trigaran's table.

Caenna offers calmly, "If he is the real King, he should be permitted in to speak - if he is not, he should be permitted in to be all the more easily taken for an impostor. In either case...

Renford steps forward, ignoring the prattle of the nobles and adressing his response to Aislynn's words alone. "I believe a bit of explination is in order." He...like Kellian now also takes in a deep breath. "I lied to those who called this meeting to order and for that I apologize. My predasessor came here under the assumption, that her honor guard could keep her safe. SHe was wrong, and I act under no such illusions."

Anluan's attention focuses on Emrich when he laughs, but a momentary study is all the Lord Captain Commander receives from Aislynn's Warder. His stance is still one ready to strike or defend in an instant.

Engest does not speak, but the quiet chuckle which bubbles up from the depths of his frame is rather foreboding, nevertheless.

Rennar watches with a hawk-like expression, her gaze going between Renford and the Guards, waiting to see if the Queen will call forth any action against the man. She does seem to wait for something, either action or inaction, before either settling back down or simply leaving.

Daric's derision fades as Renford speaks of Sydelle's murder. He sits forward slightly, some interest now forming on his features as he listens to the king speak.

Paedrig is relatively calm as he leans back on his chair, watching this King make his entrance, and the reactions from the others. His features are heavy with thought, however, but calm all the same. He involves himself with brief murmers within the Roesone table.

Ambassador Edilim does not shout, he is outwardly a picture of calm, but his voice carries over the murmer in the room. "Let the King of Murandy speak! If this Court is as just as I have heard, let him speak!"

Renford passes the guard at the door and enters the room fully now, making his way down the carpeted ramp. "You want proof of who I am? This I can provide...give me one hour of your court's time."

Ian with an elbow propped on the arm of his chair, Ian's chin rests cupped in the palm of his hand. A single finger taps thoughtfully against his pursed lips as he watches Renford, his head shaking ever so slightly, perhaps subconsciously.

Emrich darts a glance at Caenna, and then back at this King. "Let him speak!" he says to no one. Or everyone.

Reynard remains tensed at his position near the door, trying to keep his attention on Renford and the rest of the room at the same time.

Elyse tilts her ear in the direction of Renford's voice, trying to catch everything above the murmurs of those around her. A small frown tugs at the corners of her mouth, but nothing else about her manner betrays her thoughts.

Turail strokes his chin, his own eyes starting to scan the rest of the room now, rather than watching Renford.

Engest's tone is rather dark, He mutters to House Versyr's table, "I... Fiores,... Trigaran,... is... him... cell until we... tohe... like... not at... power over us, here... are."

Demonder's fist at his side easily causes his knuckles to go white. "The man should be tried," the whisper is loud enough to be heard, of course. "We already hold evidence of his deeds against Andor." The rage continues to build within this young Lord, which up to a few years ago, was more prone to barracks then he was noble life.

"I do require proof of your identity, whoever you are," Aislynn replies, calmly, her eyes still locked with those of Renford's. "By all means, -please-. Take a seat. We shall entertain your fancy for at least an hour, after which time there is at least one matter that needs be addressed to you." As she addresses the King, she spares warning glances to Edilim and Emrich for their rude outbursts. This is no country carnival for anyone to call out whatever he pleases.

Cronus looks to Kellian then to Aislynn before he takes the authority in his hands to signal guards forward. Although he does share glances with various file leaders to ease there thoughts abit before waiting. He moves forward to stand at the side of the Versyr table to give him a more direct route should action be called for.

Rio remains beside Aislynn, calm and standing straight and composed, a small form beside the splendid figure of Andor's Queen. Although slight, the power of the White Tower is in her hands. When Aislynn speaks, Rio Sedai nods with acceptance at the Queen's wisdom.

Rennar fumes silently at her table. She leans in close to Demonder, emerald eyes blazing quietly. She mutters to House Hune's table, "... don't... that... has... to be Renford... bad... He... have you... to... to... my secrets, and... to kill... to have... locked..."

At the Hune table,Rennar fumes silently at her table. She leans in close to Demonder, emerald eyes blazing quietly. "I don't care what that man has to say, even claiming to be Renford is bad enough. He attempted to have you killed, attempted to get you to expose my secrets, and attempted to kill me. Is this not enough to have him locked away?"

Anluan examines the face of every guard in Aislynn's vicinity, looking for any possible sign of a traitor assassin, including Cronus as the man moves to the side of the Queen's table. Finding none, he remains at Aislynn's shoulder, slightly behind her chair.

Kellian is on his feet as well, not much taller then the gray sister from Tar Valon, but bears himself with an assurance and authority rivalling that of his sister, the Queen. He allows Lieutenant Cronus to deal with the security of the situation, as that is his duty.

Renford has no intention of sitting. As he passes the Hune's table on his way towards the Queen he states simply. "You can try me afterwards if you like." he looks back to the Queen utterly confident. "But for now I want my hour." That said he moves towards her, removing his ruby ring and offering it to the closest guard. "I offer the royal signet of Murandy as proof for you to examine...And I offer you the other side of the story to listen to." He pauses. "Or shall I be on my way?"

The tall Queen gives a curt nod, replying: "You shall have your hour. When that time is up, there are a number of questions that you need answer--not the least of which is why your House was apparently implicated in the crimes perpetrated against the Lady Rennar Hune." Aislynn holds out a slim, pale hand to take the Murandian signet ring after it has been passed to the Guard.

Ian's brows furrow further, if that were possible. He leans forward some and watches Renford with skepticism and pursed lips, eyes curiously watching the path of the supposed signet ring.

Satisfied for now, with the Queen's respones to Renford, Rennar settles somewhat, though not entirely. She nods her head in thanks toward Aislynn, then reaches out to squeeze Demonder's hand. While she's not entirely happy, she'll at least sit things out and listen, for a small while.

Cronus moves forwardd taking the ring and examining it first before offering it to Aislynn. Making sure there are no needles or such that may contain poison or some such.

The outburst that had nearly made it to the lungs of Demonder is held back by Aislynn's words. He does settle in his seat, features turning dark as he still stares at this man. He returns the squeeze of support he receives form Rennar.

VIEWING: A gigantic spinning wheel appears over Renford's head, appearing to be on fire.

Aislynn takes the ring, turning it over and over in her hands, examining it from every angle. She then passes it to her brother, Theowyn. "Is this the very same ring that graced the finger of her Majesty, Sydelle?"

Renford nods with his characteristic smile. His eyes are on Kellian right now. "All that I will tell you and More Queen Aislynn." That said, he wastes no time. "But first the little things." He pauses looking everyone over. "Murandy wishes only peace with Andor and I, like my predassesor am here to assure you of that. I did not kill Sydelle...and I have not attcked the Hune's or anyone else in Andor...but I know who did and I am prepared to tell you."

Cherise keeps her eyes trained on Renford.. Oh this will be interesting..

Rennar's voice catches as she's about to say something to Demonder, her eyes having fallen on Reford once more. That emerald gaze of hers widens, and she seems to look at the King, while not looking at him at the same time. She mutters to House Hune's table, "... have... starting to... times. Perhaps... perhaps... that... can... from... that... can." There is a wry note to her voice.

At the Hune table,Rennar's voice catches as she's about to say something to Demonder, her eyes having fallen on Reford once more. That emerald gaze of hers widens, and she seems to look at the King, while not looking at him at the same time. "He would have to have images starting to come now, of all times. Perhaps... perhaps it is best that we stay, so that I can glean all from him that I can." There is a wry note to her voice.

Theowyn takes the ring from his sister, examining it. It would seem that he takes a moment to clear his thoughts, returning to a focus that was not there earlier. "It is, to the best of my knowledge," he agrees, returning it to Aislynn.

The Queen simply passes the ring on to Kellian, after which she takes her seat once again.

Renford simply nods in response to Aislynn. "Placed on my hand by the very people who put me where I am." he looks Demonder over now noting the mans barely concealed temper. "I shall start...from the beginning."

Kellian takes the ring, frowning faintly as he examines it. Trying to recall if he's ever seen it before.

Edilim raises an eyebrow and leans towards King Renford. He makes a mental note to meet the man some time in the future. While he is riveted to Renford's speech, he still glances towards the Queen with cold eyes from time to time.

Eronian continues to look at Renford, he observes the man and the room.

Zilfrin listens to the so-called King's speech, but keeps his eyes moving across the room.

Rio follows the queen and also seats herself. Calm and posed at the end of the Versyr Table. She watches King Renford carefully, examining the man who she once covered with a tankard of ale with a new light.

Renford says "I suppose I should start out by setting one of many rumors floating about this place to rest. It is interesting how the rumor monster distorts things. It has been said that Illian...and Murandy have entered into talks of an alliance. This is a half truth. We have entered into talks, but those talks are not of alliance, but to prevent the coming of war. A war which I believe will be commenced withing the coming month." He sighs. "It was not the way I had hoped to start my reign.""

Aislynn lifts her chin proudly at the mention of 'war,' her gaze following Renford's movement, attentive to his speech, although she does not yet look utterly convinced that he is who he says he is.

Kismet comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

Ian finally sits back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. He looks towards Renford and prepares to listen to Renford's tale with all the belief of a man being convinced that his horse can talk.

Jessalyn comes into the Grand Hall through the grandious doors that lead to the Entry Hall.

At the Hune table, Rennar shakes her head, quietly speaking to Demonder, "I do not, and will not, believe that he had nothing to do with the assassination attempt on myself, or what happened to you."

Renford says "You are probably asking yourself...why on earth would he go to war with Illian? Well I'll tell you. About a year ago...Queen Sydelle comissioned her advisor, the High seat of house Morganan to begin negotiations with Illian to sell off a huge portion of Murandy in exchange for the funds she needed to raise the army necessary to fight...me. You see, regardless of what you may have been told, Sydelle has a hostory of relying on others to help her do wht needs to be done."

Kismet blinks, entering the Hall. In her hand is a parchment. She scans the room, and seeing Lord Deleamar, crosses to the Roesone table.

At the Hune table, Demonder nods at the table, his hand firmly glasping Rennar's. "Not after years of what we have heard on him."

Deleamar blinks as he sees Kismet, but then smiles just slightly. He gestures for her to sit.

Aes Sedai serenity holds itself on Jessalyn's features as she makes her way into the court of Andor. She pauses briefly by the door, speaking to the guards there. She nods her head to Paedrig, as though indicating where she belongs. Her hands are folded before her, and her chin is held high, as though she does not expect to be turned away.

Kismet hands Deleamar the parchment, her eyes bright as she reads the message. She settles into a seat, quietly observing.

Kismet sits down House Roesone's table.

Renford says "Illian agreed. The money changed hands and Murandy went into uproar. This gave me the support I needed. *he smiles* I don't think she was ready for me to come at her as I did. She spoke to you of a desire not to harm her people. That was not her reasoning. The money had not arrived yet and she did not have the men to be everywhere at once. If she hit me one place with enough force to wipe me out. I would hit her in another. It was stalemate. Her trip to Andor was for the soul purpose of buying time to raise what she needed."

Anluan's eyes follow Kismet along her path for a moment before flickering to Jessalyn at her arrival. Looking over to Rio Sedai, he stiffens noticeably, then looks away.

Paedrig's eyes look to the door even before Jessalyn enters, expecting his bond-mate there when the doors open. He returns the nod, and settles further into his seat. There is one empty chair on his right, one his arm had been leaning over, but he makes no direct invitation. The girl that enters for Deleamar seems to get no notice until he leans forward to talk at his table.

Renford says "You know how the story goes from there. She came to Andor...and she died. Many say at my hand. *he simply shakes his head* just as many say I am responsible for the attacks made on Andorans. Nothing could be further from the truth."

Aislynn notices nothing of the recent arrivals, engrossed as she is in the story told by 'Renford.'

Jerald nods to Jessalyn and bows motioning for her to procede.

Renford says "She was not killed by any Murundian. She was killed by an Andoran."

Kellian raises his brow at this, but makes no voiced objection.

A murmur rises up from near the back of the room, where the minor nobles of Andor are seated. Indignation and disgust can be heard in their tones before they once again quiet, one or two having risen to their feet.

Renford smiles. "I know what you're thinking. Prove it. Alright, I will." he takes in another deep breath to compose his thoughts. "After I took power...my first priority was to...clean out my rivals supporters. It was a dirty business. House Morganan was without a doubt the strongest supporter of Sydelle and indeed, I found it odd that when push came to shove, they put up...a much greater fight."

Cronus tenses at Renford's words eyes darting about the area furiously, now. Light why does events always have to change so randomly. He remains watchful for any threat, especially when the name of a possible assasin is presented. As that normally brings nervousness to the one about to be named...

Ian is still not convinced Renford is Renford. In fact, he's so engrossed in Renford's attempt to proove that fact that he suddenly recalled that it's time to study his manicure.

A warm smile flashes over Jessalyn's features as she catches sight of Paedrig's nod. She murmurs once more to the guards, then is allowed through. Demurely, she makes her way to the Roesone table, almost looking as though she'd purr with delight if this were an appropriate place to do it. Elegantly, she takes a seat next to her bond-mate, slipping in next to him with ease. A brow lifts curiously as she catches sight of the man speaking, Renford, her eyes carefully studying the figure for future reference. She looks to Paedrig with an expression which asks 'Who is this?'.

Edilim grins widely at Renford's statement. Hissing under his breath, "I knew it!" with a triumphant slap of the table. He contains his triumph, though, as soon as he realizes where he is, and he settles himself once more.

Daric merely seems to nod to himself at the revelation that an Andoran killed Sydelle. He begins to smile pleasantly, particularly at Kellian. The expression in his eyes looks far from pleasant however as he eyes the other red-coated officers.

Seated indolently in her chair, the goblet held loosely in one hand, Aislynn says, coolly, "The proof?"

Renford says "The people had no love for Sydelle...but what they had for House Morganan was more on the level of hatred. "You've all heard the rumors no doubt about the members of that house...in the streets set up on pikes. I didn't do that...one of the most menacing mobs I have ever seen did that. You see, Queen Sydelle had a backer. A house in Murandy that was actually...pulling her strings. As we entered their hidden store rooms...what we found was a little...well shocking.""

Rio continues to watch Renford as he makes his case to the Queen. She occasionally glances at Kellian. She has not noticed the new arrivals to the Roesone table.

Paedrig continues to hug the chair as Jessalyn sits, though now his hand moves about her shoulder as he leans closer to whisper a few words. Contrasting his bond-mate, Paedrig's expression doesn't change in her approach, though he is certainly welcoming of her being there.

Renford looks to a man at the door and snaps his fingers as the queen asks for proof.

Kellian watches this all with faint disapproval on his face.

That dark frown that was upon Rennar's lips grows even darker. She crosses her arms, smirking in the direction of this supposed 'King'. It does not look as though she'll believe any proof the man would bring to the Courts; mind already set on who the guilty party is.

Aislynn's gaze travels skeptically to the doors, awaiting whatever it is that Renford is about to bring forth.

2 men dressed in plain clothes enter pushing a large cart onto which are set 4 suites of armor. and 4 lances. All in pristine order. There are 2 additional sets that are concealed from view at the moment. Renford looks to Kellian. "Would you say any member of your guard has seen this armor before?"

Eronian's eyes glance around for nervousness of a criminal about to be named. He looks to the door when Renford gestures.

Rio turns to watch Kellian's reaction to the question that Renford poses to him.

Kellian nods as his frown settles into a thin line. "I have. In the village of Tolmec."

Jessalyn sits down House Roesone's table.

Eronian glances at the cart that has just entered

Cronus looks over the armor and quirks a brow at it as the weapons tends to bring the guards tension afoul even as a file of guards follow the men into the room and surround the cart.

Aislynn mirrors her elder brother's expression, a frown marring the smoothness of her brow. She, too, turns eyes to the cart bearing the armor, examing it across the intervening distance.

Reynard glances between the cart and Kellian. Tolmec. Before his time as a guard, but he's heard the gossip from the other Guardsmen.

Renford nods. "Men wearing this armor have been seed riding unhindered in my country as well. Do you acknowledge that there was indeed a force of these men operating in Andor then?"

Zilfrin's eyes narrow at the armor, and he settles his attention on Renford.

Rio sighs and nods in agreement with Kellian for the armour is obviously familar to her as well. She appears to be disquieted.

Eronian stands ready for anything, though he glances at everything and everyone.

Caenna studies the armor, a frown settling on her face.

Jessalyn nods her head once to whatever Paedrig says, then speaks quietly enough so all her tablemates can hear. She meticulously smooths out the wrinkles of her skirts, making certain everything is in pristine order. Afterwards, she turns her attention more directly on those who are speaking, and the items recently brought into the court.

Ian looks up, his interest finally peaked by exhibit A. He even goes so far as to rise a few inches from his chair and frowns at the armor. A brow raises and he turns to look at Zilfrin, a silent question extended towards him.

Caenna nods reluctantly, settles back in her chair. She glances at Rio.

Kellian looks at Renford and says,"There was."

Kismet has been approved to play a viewer.

Rio shoots Kellian a glance as he speaks and then gazes at Aislynn thoughtfully. She whispers to the Queen.

Zilfrin glances at Ian, thinking he would know the answer better. Seeing that he is offering no answers, either, he returns his attention back to Renford.

Rennar comments to Demonder, though again loud enough for those nearby the Hune table to hear, "Just because he offers these items, does not mean that it is absolute proof that Andorans were the one who attacked Queen Sydelle, or members of our own nation." There's a hint of satisfaction to her words, the Lady remaining unconvinced of Renford's testimony.

Turail moves his chair slightly, turning it a bit so he can better observe, seeming not to notice any of the latest arrivals at the Roesone table. The man remains present, yet apart, not participating in the great majority of quiet conversations that go on at the Roesone delegation's table.

Renford does not wait for any answer. he moves to one of the covered suites of armor and removes the cloth concealing it to reveal an exhibit which should scare anyone here who fought in the last war of succession. He reveals a suite of armor...silver as the shining moon itself with the sigil of house Errene of Andor boldy emblazened on it. the picture of a Phoenix rising over the cresent moon. This was once warn by a member of the elite honor guard of the imposter Queen of House Errene...these men were responsible for some of the most unspeakable acts in Andoran history. Odd how this suite of honor...looks very much like the black suites of armor...Accept of course it's not black. Renford speaks up. "Look familiar? I had to pay a historian a small fortune to acquire it for comparison."

Cronus frowns still sharing looks about the room, oddly. He does not like this at all. And he still waits for the proof to explain the causes.

Renford is only just beginning.

Cronus tenses at the facts of the armor. His eyes moving to Eronian, he is afterall a scholar of sorts, supposedly.

As the new suits of armour are unveiled, Aislynn rises from her seat, now, and glides across the floor, toward the cart. As if not believing in the reality of the cold, hard metal, she holds out a pale hand, running fingertips across the sigil, outlining the hated Phoenix, the smooth curve of the crescent moon. Her face is now utterly expressionless as she turns to gaze questioningly at the other members of her table, her gaze lingering predominantly upon her brothers--Theowyn and Kellian.

Jessalyn flashes a smile of welcome back in Cherise's direction befure turning her attention back to what is going on at the front, or center, of the room. A single brow lifts in a curious motion as Renford reveals the various suits of armor. That studious expression goes back to watching the King of Murandy; a calm expresssion of serenity remaining on her features at all times.

Cronus is in motion as the queen rounds the table, staying directly by her side, an arm to his sword hilt as he wates for a possible trouble.

Theowyn rises to his feet once more, though does not follow the path of his sister. The fist shows, and though the logic is there, his eyes fall to Renford with an anger as though he disgraced the memory of his mother by bringing them here. But there is reason, though Theowyn may not immidiately see the need, the emotions of the past flooding to his eyes.

Renford still does not wait for reaction. he has only an hour afterall. he removes his sword...a safe distance from the Queen. "When i first found these suites of armor I thought to present them to those I would make my generals. You don't let such things go to waste when you have no money afterall. While cleaning them we discovered this...black stuff comes off rather easily." he proceeds to scrape at each of the 4 suites revealing the shiny silver beneath.

Kellian crossed quickly to the armor, almost passing Aislynn up, and stares at the Phoenix emblem. He was not in Caemlyn during the succession. But he seems to recognize the hated symbol.

Ian turns back to the presentation after looking at Zilfrin. The armor having been presented, he settles back into his chair with a bit more interest than previously shown.

Renford scrapes a little more at one of the suites revealing yet another Phoenix beneath.

Elyse makes a small gesture with one hand and the Kandori guardsman that escorted her here approaches, leaning to listen to her whispered words. The officer nods once, lifting his gaze to the suits of armor and murmuring softly to the blind Princess, apparently offering a requested description. Elyse's expression remains neutral as she divides her attention between her guardsmen and those who speak from the center of the Hall.

Eronian looks at the armour closely, and his eyes light up in amazement.

"What does this prove,

Ian rises from his chair slowly. He does not make an effort to leave or interrupt, solely a simple gesture that he wishes to speak.

Renford speaks up. "There are some here likely saying that these are fakes that i had made up to prove my story." That said he removes the cloth over the last suite of armor. "I requisitioned this from tha Andoran armory. It was recovered by the first cavalry during its fight at Tolmec." And there sits yet another black suite. He looks to the queen offering his sword. "Perhaps you would care to do the honors?"

Rio studies the armour with a more passive eye. The gray sister does not have the emotional ties to the exhibits that the royal family does. She is familar with the Versyr history however and she is visibly troubled by what she sees.

Eronian walks to get a closer look at the armour, the look of a scholar in his eyes.

"What do you hope to prove by this?" Aislynn questions Renford. Although she was definately surprised by the unveiling of these sigils, only the supremely perceptive would notice the faint traces of shakiness in her hands as she takes the proferred sword. "As you said: When a military force is needful of money and resources, any old scraps of armour they are able to find will do. This still does not point to who might have committed these acts." However, she scrapes off the black on the remaining suit of armour, the moon and Phoenix symbol apparent there, too.

Cronus glances to Eronian and frowns at the man's reaction, and motions the man the forward if such a historian is required right now. We have it. He still watches on or more particularly the sword to which he has placed himself between it and his queen as he watches Renford and the royal family gathered about him. The File fo guards about the dias tense and monitor the reactions of the plain clothed figures that pushed the cart in and moving to their side lest one of the m try something as the file leader moves to stand to the side of Renford in case.

Renford smiles. "Good point Queen Aislynn. I have more to show you."

Eronian walks over to Cronus, "What do you know of this armour?"

Rennar's frown only seems to grow as she watches the events unfold. Unable to take any more of what's being said, her voice lowers at her table once more, She mutters to House Hune's table, "... much... happening.... man /is/... no... He... those suits of... previously..." There is no reasoning with her. When she glances over toward Aislynn, watching the Queen handle the suits of armor, there is a touch of sympathy in her eyes.

At the Hune table,Rennar's frown only seems to grow as she watches the events unfold. Unable to take any more of what's being said, her voice lowers at her table once more, "I don't care much fo what's happening. This man /is/ responsible for what has been happening, no matter how much false proof he brings forth. He could have bought those suits of armor previously and painted them black himself." There is no reasoning with her. When she glances over toward Aislynn, watching the Queen handle the suits of armor, there is a touch of sympathy in her eyes.

Kellian looks at Renford,"Show us." he says simply.

With one fist on the table, the other hand holding Rennar's, Demonder watches with that same stubborness. Though he speaks no words on the subject, he simply nods in agreement to what Rennar has said.

After scraping off the black material from the armour, Aislynn does not yet relinquish the sword. She simply looks now toward the door, as if expecting this Renford to pull something out of his bag of tricks, as he did with the armour. Her eyes are faintly apathetic, although the impression is of someone pulling together mental armour with which to repel a shock.

Eronian shakes his head, "I have studied a little of the history envolving this armour. I was wondering what you know about the armour before us? I would like to know what I may not know.

Cronus holds up a hand to Eronian, where are the blacksmith of the guard when you need them. He frowns. as he watches all about. A growing crowd about this platform of armor and weapons. He tenses with the queen taking the sword before he had a chance to do so.

Renford just keeps on smiling. that expression never goes away rain or shine. "During the purge...you killed many of this...rival house. However you did not kill them all. if there is one thing rats can be depended upon to do when you drive them out...it is to stick close to home. They fled across the border to Murandy...Where they had already set up House Morganan with Sydelle's help. Why did she help? She needed the services to keep control of her country...that only they could provide."

With that, Zilfrin raises his hand, to be heard after Ian.

Ian does nothing but continue to stand with his arms clasped behind his back; waiting to be recognized, waiting to be allowed chance to speak.

Now the Queen looks away from the door, directly into Renford's eyes, into that sickening smile. "What are you telling me, man? The members of House Errene were hung. I saw it with my own eyes."

Renford smiles and just shakes his head. "I find it ironic that when the time came to fight...an upstart Andoran House in Murandy, put up the most vicious fight..."

Eronian shakes his head, "My queen. If I may speak for a moment?"

Renford cocks his head to the side. "Not all. I have brought you one dear Queen Aislynn." he snaps his fingers. "One of the few I spared the vengance of the mob." the 2 men who brought the armor in, turn and leave the rrom...likely soon to return

Rats. Something flickers behind Rennar's eyes when that term is used. Her hand twitches slightly, and she seems to withdraw into herself briefly. Eyes dart about the room almost instinctively, as though searching out a particular person or thing.

Kellian glances at Eronian,"Remain at your post, guardsman." A warning hand held high. "What do you have to say?" He steps away from Aislynn to hear the man. Glancing at Cronus for a moment then back at Eronian.

As Renford sends for whatever it is that will come into the room next, Aislynn nods to Ian. "Andor recognizes Ian of Altara." She still holds the sword.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ian bows, "I recognize this armor from time spent in Murandy. I received missive from them, in fact. They wished to hire my services. I have seen a hastily made camp and can state that their men are elite to a man. They are captained by a man named Harris. I know little else except they sought to have me join their ranks and were willing to pay a remarkable sum. They but would share no information about their intentions or whom they worked for. The gold offered was such as only a King could afford. And speaking of Kings..." He turns a skeptical look at Renford before returning back to the Queen, "I've informed the Court once already that I worked for Lord Renford Fiores. It would be my advice that the Court take this man's claim with skepticism, for he is not the one for whom I worked in Murandy."

Rio turns to listen to the Altaran, tearing her gaze from the armour and swords. Rio is not comfortable around weapons of war and perhaps shifting to view the man is less disturbing to the gray sister.

Aislynn inclines her head to Ian, not looking surprised at his final admission. She was already skeptical of this man coming before her claiming to be King. "Thank you, Ian of Altara. From your travels and business in Murandy, have you seen any proof that any vestige of House Errene is operating covertly as a Murandian House?"

Theowyn continues to stand, watching Aislynn from the Versyr table. Though the anger calms, its a light simmer, as Theowyn attempts to pinpoint the focus of his distaste. Finally, there is a calm that takes over him. At Ian's proclaimation that Renford might not be Renford, that frustration that builds within causes him to take a seat. He will likely not sit long.

Aislynn inclines her head to Ian, not looking surprised at his final admission. She was already skeptical of this man coming before her claiming to be King. "Thank you, Ian of Altara. From your travels and business in Murandy, have you seen any proof that any vestige of House Errene is operating covertly as a Murandian House?"

At the Hune table, Demonder shakes his head. "How convenient. All very convenient." He looks to Rennar, all too confused and yet clearly attempting to grasp at the facts.

Renford folds his arms in front of him, clearly amused by Ian's words. Not many have ever seen Renford. Ironic how the man who was supposed to be guarding him...hasn't either.

"I have, your majesty." Ian informs. "That is, I have seen the cresent and phoenix branded into the forehead of men found dead in Murandy. You are wise to think the marking beneath the lacquered armor only the discarded remnants of dead House, but I believe the branding is too great a coincidence for such to be true."

Ian adds, "I knew nothing to draw this connection myself until this armor was revealed to this Court."

Rennar rises from her seat, looking to her husband, She mutters to Demonder, "I... enough.... things through... take some... with me,... stay..." There's a flair of anger within her own words. "I should be safe enough." A hint that perhaps she does not intend to stay any longer to listen to the contradictions presented before them.

Demonder senses "Rennar rises from her seat, looking to her husband, "I think I've heard enough. You are welcome to stay and listen things through Demonder, I can take some of the Hune guard with me, however, I can no longer stay and listen to these falsities being reported." There's a flair of anger within her own words. "I should be safe enough." A hint that perhaps she does not intend to stay any longer to listen to the contradictions presented before them."

Renford awaits his ooportunity to continue...his hour almost up it would seem

Caenna glances toward the hot tempered heir to Andor, shakes her head slightly, disapprovingly. Looks away again, with a resigned air.

A curt nod is all Aislynn gives to Ian at this dreadful evidence. She now inclines her head to Zilfrin, "Speak, Zilfrin. Andor gives you the floor."

Eglantine pushes her hair back, and looks to Zilfrin.

Eronian looks to Zilfrin as he is about to speak.

Ian nods to Aislynn and to Zilfrin before sitting and showing great interest in what the Arafellin has to say.

Zilfrin rises, and bows to the Queen before looking to the so-called King. "I would like to verify some of what Master Ian has said in regards to this man. The Lord Fiores that employed Master Ian, the one that I met in scouting Murandy, the one stirring the cries of the rabble gathered at his manor, was not this man. A full battalion of cavalry, attired in this armor, was marched past his manor, and did not stop to attack. If this army was in the employ of Queen Sydelle to dispose of Lord Fiores, they performed poorly."

Elyse continues to listen a moment to her guardsmen as he apparently describes some additional view that the Princess does not have the luxury to behold and then murmurs to him softly. Another nod is followed by the guard being replaced at her side by her scrivenor. He leans close to the lips of the Princess of Kandor as she offers some instruction or another and then nods, retrieving materials from the scrip he held in his arms and retreating back to the wall where he stood behind Elyse, the scrivenor begins to etch something onto the parchment with a piece of charcoal, using the scrip as a meager backing.

Rio looks upon the arafellin blademaster with great interest. She obviously puts a great deal of worth in what the man has to say.

Renford awaits the opportunity to explain

Daric is beginning to look rather restive, shifting from time to time in his chair as he listens. He looks none too-pleased, the sereneness starting to melt away.

Before she turns her full attention to Zilfrin, the Queen's eyes drift to the angry murmur of the Daughter-Heir's voice at the Hune table. Her lips thin slightly, perhaps in disapproval. Her eyes show sympathy for the hatred she must bear this man, knowing the evidence that has been found against him, but she has had to learn to curb her anger in such circumstances--however difficult it has been for the fiery Versyr.

Demonder nods lightly in response, but there is a near hopeful manner in his delivery. He mutters to Rennar, "... to... here... know, love. This is far... convenient,... I... here... surrounded by them.... is influence... could... And..." he pauses, and finally nods.

You sense Demonder nods lightly in response, but there is a near hopeful manner in his delivery. "How are we to change things here if we leave? I do not know, love. This is far too convenient, and I wish not to stand here with these people. We are surrounded by them. Yet, there is influence we could hold. And..." he pauses, and finally nods.

Theowyn eyes the Daughter-Heir, concern showing on his features, and furthering doubt to this man that stands addressing the High Court.

The Queen turns back to Zilfrin. "Are you suggesting, Sir Zilfrin, that the Lord Fiores--whoever he might be," again, that skeptical look directed at Renford, "..might have been spared by this group?" She waves a pale hand at the armour. "And if so, why think you this would be?"

Renford sighs as his hour is being wasted...

Zilfrin shrugs slightly, a bare movement of his shoulders. "I do not know, my Queen. However, if Queen Sydelle had that cavalry at her command, and was using it to hunt him down, Master Ian, and myself would not be here at the moment. They would have had plenty of manpower to storm the manor and kill every man and woman there. All I can say with certainty is that I question this man's story."

Caenna murmurs to herself, "Some people grow up early. Some..." She shakes her head, and listens to Zilfrin.

Cronus leaves his eyes on Renford for the most part only occasionaly glancing about the room in short glimpses.

Rennar gestures to Demonder.

Demonder senses "Rennar shakes her head firmly, "How can we learn something when all that is presented to us is circumstantial evidense? I cannot sit here and listen to more lies, obvious lies."

Aislynn nods at Zilfrin's words, "Thank you, Sir Zilfrin." She then turns to one of her own Guards, Eronian, and inclines her head. "You may speak before the Andoran High Court."

Eronian nods, "Thank you my queen. I spent many a year before my becoming an Andoran guard, mainly as a scholar and swordsman, and for one this armour was indeed worn by the honor guard of the upstart Queen Moergan of House Errene. The markings on it would seem to prove this as they are hard to duplicate. And another thing, You said that you saw house Errene hung, I can say this, How do you now that they were all hung. Is it even a possibility that a lower member escaped?" He stands at ease though he awaits a responce from the Queen.

Zilfrin retakes his seat.

Rennar shakes her head firmly, She mutters to Demonder, "... we learn... when... to us... circumstantial evidense ? I... listen... obvious lies . It is time... me... go... House... me." Rennar sighs deeply, then motions with a single hand to the other Hune representatives sitting at her table. She gathers her own cloak and prepares to leave.

Demonder senses "Rennar shakes her head firmly, "How can we learn something when all that is presented to us is circumstantial evidense? I cannot sit here and listen to more lies, obvious lies. It is time for me to go home. Others can represent House Hune if you mean to come to me." Rennar sighs deeply, then motions with a single hand to the other Hune representatives sitting at her table. She gathers her own cloak and prepares to leave."

Rio listens to the scholor and nods at his words. The man is bringing up a very good point. She leans over to speak to Kellian at the Versyr table.

Renford would present something a little more concrete...if people would be quiet and let him...

The Kandori guardsman returns to Elyse's side and whispers further description of the proceedings that Elyse would miss for they would not reach her ears, or be taken in by her eyes. The Princess nods, dividing her attention between those who have the floor and her guardsman once more.

Aislynn listens quietly to Eronian, and then gives a small nod. "I saw all of the -principals- of House Errene hung. Their assetts and lands were seized just for the purpose that one might have slipped from my grasp and escaped Justice." She grips the sword of the hilt slightly as she says this, before continuing. "However, I concur that I might not know of every one-trunk inheriting knave from that bloodline who might have escaped. I agree that it might have been difficult--but perhaps not impossible--for that person---supposing that is the case--to have received support from an unknown source to fund actions such as this." She glances at Renford sidewise, adding: "However, that does not mean that I believe this man is who he says he is, or that I believe his actions here today are honorable."

Rio blinks. Drat the man, where did he go? Ah, by the armour. Rio shakes her head, holding in her intended comment for now.

hilt of the sword, too

Eronian nods his head, "I agree, I am just noting facts."

Daric rises to his feet also as the Hune delegation is about to depart. He looks at Aislynn with an even gaze, obviously wanting to speak despite Renford's impatience.

Renford smiles. this man is impervious to insult. The time you all waste...is your own.

Edilim clenches his fists impatiently. He wishes Renford's proof would arrive.

Cronus steps closer to this queen and whispers something to her...

Demonder leans closer to Rennar, nodding in some confirmation. He mutters to Rennar, "... At least... this... happens... bias. But... will..."

You sense Demonder leans closer to Rennar, nodding in some confirmation. "Of course, my love. I will stay and report back. At least in this way the reports of what happens wil be without bias. But love, I will not be long."

Aislynn inclines her head to Eronian. "Thank you, Guardsman." Turning back to examine the armour, she notes the gaze of the blonde lordling of House Roesone, Daric. Although she is clearly perturbed by this whole scene, she speaks to him in a hearty and open tone--neither assuming a royal superiority, nor implying a friendship that does not exist. "Lord Daric of House Roesone, you are recognized by Andor and may have the floor."

Aislynn holds out a bejewelled hand to stop Cronus' words, murmuring to him quietly, She mutters to Cronus, "I shall,... After... Lord..."

"I pray that you aren't, Demonder." Rennar smiles briefly to her husband, but that smile is brief. She pulls her cloak about her shoulders, then starts to skirt around the edges of the room to take her leave. She makes no grand exit, simply intent on putting distance between herself and the hall.

Paedrig arches his eyebrow as Daric gets called, seeming to be amused at this, but that amusement fades rather quickly as he leans forward to take an attentive sweep to those seated within the High Court.

"Before 'His Majesty' presents the remainder of his evidence," Daric says coolly, "I question the need of the High Court to even listen to this Lugarder diatribe. It is painfully obvious they are incapable of governing themselves without taking their grievances to either Illian or Andor. It is also quite obvious that their rabble of soldiers are too busy slaughtering their own to ever threaten Master Ian and his House. We have pressing problems of our own to deal with to concern ourselves with Lugarder borderlords and their lies."

Cronus nods and steps back sweeping a glance about the room and returning to monitor Renford's stance.

Renford just smiles and figured on something like that from the man. You don't want to listen. that's very fine with him he is more then happy to go back home, infact, he starts to do so, stepping away from the armor and heading slowly towards the door. Yeah he left his sword, but he's a king...he's likely got a whole closet full of them. Maybe he should have brought that along to prove his identity.

Demonder watches his wife depart from the High Court, an obvious longing in his eyes to be going with her. He does turn to face the issues ahead, having no anchor to hold back that rage. But it is well in control now, though his look to Renford is still that of hatred.

Edilim balks at Daric's attempt. "The public demands the truth! Let the King of Murandy present his proof! Let justice be served!" Again, Edilim interrupts the court.

Rennar passes by the guards with the simplest nod of her head, and out of the hall.

You make your way down the few lushly carpeted steps and into the Entry Hall.