Nobles' Sitting Room: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn(#746RLM$)

Aislynn strides quickly out of her chambers, appearing not best pleased.

Theowyn exits his chambers after hearing a knock upon it. "Lorewyr... Evening."

Meridon is seated on the Settee - almost lounging, really, and has a small wood-bound book open on his lap. He marks his place with his finger and glances up, then lowers his head respectfully. His eyes, mind you, do not lower.

Aislynn nods distractedly at those gathered in the sitting room as she hastily strides for the stairs.

Lorewyr bows to Theowyn, and seeing the Queen bustles out of her Quarters, he bows even lower. Before rising, and saying, "Greetings, First Prince Theowyn. I have news for you."

Theowyn offers Aislynn a similar bow, though he turns to follow his sister. "Seems a matter that is urgent... the news can be spoken on the way to whever the Queen escapes?" he asks, leaping forward a few steps to catch up to Aislynn's stride.

Lorewyr moves to catch them both, saying, "Of course, First Prince..." He stumbles a bit, then regains his foot, and pulling up just to the side, and behind the man.

Meridon is one for watching. He raises his head and spreads his book open again, but his attentions linger on the departing Queen and chasing Prince a bit longer.

Theowyn falls into step with Aislynn, and turns to Lorewyr. "Go one, Lorewyr?"

Lorewyr nods at the First Prince, and says, "Yes. Well, I spoke to a man in the HeartBlush Square. He said he's the leader of the Valandil." He looks to the First Prince to see any recognition.

Aislynn stops upon hearing Lorewyr's commentary, and makes her way back to the centre of the room, listening carefully to the conversation now.

Meridon is now astudiously skimming along the page of his book, his finger resting on a word here or there. His mouth moves noiselessly, as if to emphasize that yes, he -is- reading.

Lorewyr blinks as Aislynn whirls on him, and his report, but swallows, and waits for the First Prince to respond.

"I see. Is Lord Dain Na'uin within Caemlyn?" Theowyn asks, to the figure of great contraversy.

Aislynn tilts her head to one side, awaiting this answer impatiently.

Lorewyr blinks, "Well... " he pauses, "Well, I'll get on with it. This man says he's set up a meeting with you. And he did say something about Dain Na'uin." he smiles then, "I think the man I spoke to should be commited, but he called him 'Lord Dragon' Dain Na'uin." He shakes his head, "And I do believe he said that he's here." He shakes his head, "I'd not let any of them in the Palace, but I thought I should check with you first, to see if you wished them to."

Theowyn turns to Aislynn on this one, his features slowly hardening. "Its time to pick our careful steps," he concludes.

Aislynn lifts her chin at Lorewyr's proclamation. "Indeed, brother," though her lips curve slightly in faint amusement, her wintry eyes flashing. "I had occasion to speak with this Lord Dain a time or two before all of this nonsense started. Lord Dragon, indeed. A bold and saucy knave is more like it, with those young ruffians pretenting to be Aiel. If they ran into some -real- Aielmen, they would all go running back to their Mother's breasts."

Somehow, an edited edition of the Travels of Jain Farstrider are ever so much more interesting than talk about some so-called "Dragon". At least, Ganstad seems to think so, as he flips through the pages, brows furrowed with interest. He strokes his moustache with one thumb idly.

Lorewyr blinks at both of them, and says, "Ah, so you neither believe it. A good joke, if in poor tastes." he pauses, "Shall I admit them? I do not believe this... Lord Dain... is going to be coming...."

"Lord Dain will come at our invite, and no other time," Theowyn is firm on that point. "I do not know what this band of children could offer us otherwise? The first careful step, perhaps?" That more to Aislynn.

Aislynn inclines her head, "I would be willing to entertain their visit--upon my own terms. If they keep to the requirements that the First Prince has issued for them."

Lorewyr waits to hear what he will be needed to confer to the group that is supposedly coming. It is his job afterall....

Meridon sighs, then chuckles, as he flips a page in his book. He uncrosses his legs and recrosses them the other way.

"There are other matters to address as well," Theowyn states quietly, though nods in thanks to Lorewyr. "I suppose we should reply with an answer. If this /Lord Dragon/" there is that sarcasm in his voice, "has choosen these to represent him first, it might be a good step forward."

Lorewyr nods, "I'll go meet them at the gates......where shall I escort them?"

Aislynn raises her chin, signalling to the stairs leading down. "You may lead them into the Great Hall, Lorewyr."

Lorewyr nods, and bows, "As you command, My Queen." he moves down the stairs to head off the group.

Lorewyr descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Meridon lifts his head to watch the Lorewyr leave. His eyes flick over toward the royal pair for one moment, but no more.

Theowyn's hand briefly stretches across Aislynn in a comforting gesture. "Shall we then?" he asks, continuing the path to the stairs.

Aislynn inclines her head to her brother, looking only faintly troubled. "Yes, Theowyn." And makes her way down the stairs.

Aislynn descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Grand Hall: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

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

Cronus has arrived.

Rudra has arrived.

Rudra arrives with Cronus.

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

Lorewyr has arrived.

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

Alcoran has arrived.

Melith has arrived.

Melith arrives with Alcoran.

Celesia has arrived.

Celesia arrives with Alcoran.

Donovan has arrived.

Donovan arrives with Alcoran.

Rowan has arrived.

Rowan arrives with Alcoran.

Lorewyr moves into the room, pausing to actually block the group in the entrance way, he announce, "Lord Alcoran Belamond, and the Valavendil." He adds a bit of scorn to this last, and then steps away, moving toward the Throne. He pauses at the foot of the Dias, and turns to face the group.

A young woman somewhere between 16 and 19 years of age, of average height. Cascades of raven curls have been arranged artfully upon her head, wound through with a fine gold chain. Ebony tendrils hang loosely near her high cheekbones, emphasizing her black almond-shaped eyes and her fair complexion. The wavy black tresses frame a pale face with high cheekbones and piercing black eyes. She wears a cloak of felted blue wool, it's hem and hood trimmed with sable. Melith wears a crimson silk gown cinched at the waist with a gold chain. The gown hugs the generous curves of her bosom, and flows from her hips to the floor. The bodice of the dress has a panel of white lace in the center, which continues up to a high ruffled collar, covering and revealing at the same time. White lace sleeves end in ruffles at her fingers. A dagger with a bejeweled hilt and a worked gold sheath hangs from the chain around her waist, looking more decorative than functional. A delicate lace fan dangles from one wrist. Black satin slippers, embroidered in gold, peek out from the hem of the gown. On her usually merry face her gaze is distant and her eyes veiled.

Celesia is a short girl, perhaps in her late teens--early twenties at best, but her slim figure with its lack of curves leads some to think she is even younger. Her features are too large for her small face to be considered beautiful, but her clear green eyes sparkle and her full lips seem to always be on the verge of a smile. Of late, however, her eyes have acquired a certain hardness and that smile is somewhat slower to appear. A high-necked silk gown of royal blue drapes her lithe frame. The collar and sleeves are embroidered in silver thread in a pattern of leaves. The gown's full skirt ends at her ankle, and flounces of layered lace petticoats are briefly visible as she walks. Blue embroidered slippers, also silk, enclose a pair of dainty feet. Her clothing does not fit her quite properly, as if it were made for someone else. And oddly enough, she wears no cloak against the chill.

Alcoran steps into the Hall behind Lorewyr, halting when the herald suddenly stops, and then, when Lorewyr continues into the hall, glancing around curious, one eyebrow arched. "Huh." He notices the splendidly dressed woman, and then to the other nobleman. Seeing Cronus, the boy leader of the Valavendil winks. He takes a step forward and bends down to one knee, head dipping down reverantly.

Aislynn simply sits in her throne, her thin arms lying lightly upon the arms of the ivory throne, watching the group enter the Hall with an expressionless look upon her pale face.

Rowan's lips compress a bit, she's not a member of the Valavendil thank you very much. Heading in after Al and the rest, she stands off to their right, as though distinquishing herself a bit.

Melith enters the throne room next to Alcoran, glancing around curiously. She waits as he bows before the throne.

Guards line the room at the various strategic positions, being equal distant from each other. All seem to be there in formal display. But not at attention, but the relaxed form there of (Parade Rest, for all you military types). Their eyes are straight ahead. The guards near the door, being the only ones to take notice of the entrances. Well the only ones to make visible motions there of.

Guards line the room at the various strategic positions, being equal distant from each other. All seem to be there in formal display. But not at attention, but the relaxed form there of (Parade Rest, for all you military types). Their eyes are straight ahead. The guards near the door, being the only ones to take notice of the entrances. Well the only ones to make visible motions there of.

Donovan follows Alcoran and the others and glances around the room, taking note of where everyone is. He kneels, right fist touching the floor, his left hand resting on his thigh, near where a sword hilt would be if his weapons hadn't been confiscated at the gate. Definately someone used to being at court, even it was just as a guard for the King.

Rowan's lips compress a bit, she's not a member of the Valavendil thank you very much. Heading in after Al and the rest, she stands off to their right, as though distinquishing herself a bit.

Melith drops into a low, graceful curtsey beside the two men, eyes lowered.

Rowan drops into a curtsey as well, after a moment of quiet.

Theowyn stands near the throne, but off to the side, watching as the group piles into the Grand Hall. The surprise might be noted by the light peaking of his eyebrows, as he watches this interesting group enter.

Celesia curtsies, smiling pleasantly with bright wide-eyes.

Lorewyr clears this throat then, though he doesn't believe it's needed, he announces those here, starting, of course, by rank. "Queen Aislynn, High Seat of House Versyr, and the Illumined Queen of Andor." His voice is full of that regal pomp that he gave the group out in the courtyard, and after a moment to let that name sink in, "First Prince Theowyn, Lord of House Versyr." He then falls silent, and awaits the Queen.

Cronus stands near the Queen and the Prince, ready to follow their command. Unlike his counterparts his eyes do shift over each person entering the room. Assesing threats, and their purpose.

Guards line the room at the various strategic positions, being equal distant from each other. All seem to be there in formal display. But not at attention, but the relaxed form there of (Parade Rest, for all you military types). Their eyes are straight ahead. The guards near the door, being the only ones to take notice of the entrances. Well the only ones to make visible motions there of.

Lifting her chin in a somewhat arrogant gesture, Aislynn surveys the group just ushered in. "Which of you leads this rag-tag and motley group?" She arches one pale brow, looking--perhaps naturally--at the elder man, Donovan, before looking toward Alcoran doubtfully.

Theowyn tilts his head to the side, watching those at the front for a reaction to Aislynn's appropriate description of the boys, and the elder. It is the elder man that seems to get most of Theowyn's attention, but the others as well.

Melith straightens out of her curtsey defiantly at the Queen's words, eyes flashing.

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

Inarin has arrived.

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

Ganstad has arrived.

Donovan straightens from kneeling and clasps his hands behind his back, feet shoulder-width apart. A quite different stance than usual for those who know the veteran soldier.

Alcoran rises from his knelt position, and looks directly at the Queen, his twin moon eyes seeking hers fearlessly. Speaking up loudly, he says, "I am, Your Majesty. And these are only my officers, not the whole of the group. They are here to counsel me." His gaze is unwavering, but he does lick his lips. He gestures to Melith and says, "This is Second Lady Melith." To Celesia, "This is Soldier Celesia." To Donovan, "Captain Donovan." And finally, "Lady Rowan Roesone, not of the Valavendil, but an advisor."

Rowan still stands quietly, drat that pompous and arrogant jerk. However she doesn't say anything at the present, merely nodding slightly to Alcoran as he names her.

Melith lays a hand on Alcoran's arm and murmers, She mutters to Alcoran, "... Melith... Ladzani"

Cronus arcs a brow, blinking, is this the same person he locked up not so long ago? Light... what is going on with this.

Two Servants enter the room before the Children of the Light, waiting for a chance to announce the presence of the Lord Captain as he, and another, have come in behind them, for sure.

Now the young Queen rises gracefully from her throne, and moves down the dais with light steps, making her slow, sauntering way over to the group. "Officers?" Her wintry blue eyes cast about, taking in each of the introduced in turn. "-Children-." She shakes her head, her attention going back to Alcoran. "You know not what game you play, young Belmond."

Cronus moves forward with his queen, maybe a pace behind. His stance become the fluid rigidness of strength. The strength of the guard, as he watches the rag-tag group and the various actions they might display. Watching for any poseable threat.

Ganstad's hands clasp across his belt as he enters the room behind Inarin. He turns a dull gaze around the room, a piece at a time.

Melith's face drains of color as she hears the Queen's words.

Lorewyr pauses, allowing the Queen to speak, as his eyes catch sight of someone slipping in behind.. a quick search of his memory, he announces formally, "Lord Captain Inarin Donnerick, of The Childred of Light." He moves after the Queen then, standing several paces behind her.

Melith stiffens, then slowly turns her head toward the men behind them, then returns her gaze to the Queen.

Theowyn takes two steps forward, to match a point a step behind and to the side of Aislynn. Though he remains quiet, the announcement of Inarin certainly sets a brief reaction that could be considered strained. The boys and girls are forgotten for now, as the Lord Captain enters.

Rowan turns her head slightly, nodding politely to Inarin. However she is still tense about the whole situation, as her rigid posterior indicates.

Alcoran squints at this bold Queen, saying while bowing again, in similar fashion to a gleeman presenting himself to someone. "I play no game, Your Majesty. I follow the Pattern, and the Pattern was Woven me where I am. Currently, at the side of Lord Dain Na'uin, the Dragon Reborn." When he hears Inarin's name introduced, he whirls around, glaring icy daggers at the Child.

Cronus tenses as well, hands becoming fists. But his face remaining passive for now. His gaze ever shifting between, the 2 groups of possible threat.

Aislynn only nods at Alcoran's words, showing no judgement as of yet, as her attention is turned to Inarin. "Ah, Lord Captain Inarin. I should have known you would show up this evening. Such excitement generally presages your arrival....or departure." Her tone is very dry.

Ganstad tenses somewhat as Alcoran whirls in Inarin's direction. His jaw clenches and unclenches.

"That seems to be the case." Inarin replies, politely. He doesn't seem at all concerned by Alcoran's icey glare in his direction, though it's obvious he's hardly pleased with boy, most likely over the path he appears to have taken. He half-bows towards the Queen, "Your majesty."

Rowan turns to glare at Alcoran...he's not helping things. Her gaze flickers to Melith, as if trying to get her to keep him more in check. "Your Majesty, if I may?" she says somewhat loudly, doing her best to look meek and subservient.

Ganstad uses the Lord Captain's model and repeats the bow from a step behind him.

Theowyn offers a respectful incline to the Lord Captain, though mild by noble form. And more of an acknowledgement then the younger visitors received. "Lord Captain."

Turning away from Inarin's arrival to the sound of Rowena's voice, Aislynn arches a brow, and then nods politely to the Roesone, "By all means," she says, deceptively quietly.

At Rowan's words, Melith notices the attitude of the boy beside her. She puts a hand on his arm and murmers something low and urgently.

Donovan remains quiet and At-Ease at the Queen and others speak. He knows the young woman isn't grouping him when calling the others 'Children'. He does give Alcoran a look of warning as he whirls around to face Inarin.

Lorewyr stands behind the Queen, motionless for the most point. His eyes track the conversation, though.

Alcoran reluctantly turns around, giving Melith and Rowan a stern look in passing. He allows his gaze to rest on the Queen, biting down hard on his lower lip to remain calm. For the moment, he attempts to hold his peace.

Rowan takes a deep breath. "I won't attempt to either speak for Alcoran or his band, not any of his companions. However, he is a friend of mine, and I have had the pleasure of traveling with him since northern Illian. He did not choose this, in that he is correct. Events put him into a certain place, at a certain time, with certain men, and he dealt with things the best he could. However, he does his best. I am not a member of his troup, it has been known that once we closed in on Caemlyn, I would return to my family's manor, and our ways would part. I merely ask you do not condemn him based on his associates, Alcoran is still young, and while not all of his actions are wisely thought out, he has yet to bring harm or cause disaster."

Cronus takes note of all this passing of eyes, and words and nods and shifts. He seems not the least bit phased by the announcement of the Dragon Reborn. Why should he... this can't be true... or can it? Either way more pressing concerns flow about him as he resumes watch, disecting each move made about the area, that is not made by one of the Queen's guards.

Aislynn listens quietly to Rowena's words, and lifts her chin when the Roesone is finished speaking. "I have condemned no one. Pointed out foolish actions: yes." She gestures to Alcoran with a pale, jewel-heavy hand. "Your 'companion' here is traveling in a group several thousand strong, camped just outside -my- capital city. I tend to view such actions as 'hostile' to say the least. However," she raises her voice just the slightest bit, to forestall anyone interrupting her, "However, I will offer them--and this Lord Dain--hospitality, if they stick to the conditions set forth by the First Prince, as to how many of their number might enter the city at any given time." She looks again to Melith and Ceresia. "This region is already in turmoil. The Light only knows -what- will happen now." She turns her attention to Alcoran. "If aught happens to these innocents, let it be on -your- conscious."

Melith moves forward a pace and again drops into a curtsey. "Your Majesty?" she asks to be recognized in a low, mellifluous voice.

Rowan curtseys as the Queen adresses her. "I apologize your Majesty, I meant no offense. I had only hoped to forstall problems should they have arisen."

Aislynn nods in a conciliatory gesture to Rowan. "None taken, Lady Rowan," and then she inclines her head to Melith, giving her permission to speak.

Theowyn's arms shift and fold behind him, his attention moving away from Inarin, and now to the boy and the woman of Andoran blood that speaks for him. Tower Trained, he holds that certain awareness of the room.

Staying over there, near and close to where he came in, Inarin merely moves off to the side, vacating the space there now that his presence, along with Ganstad's, has been duly noted.

Ganstad follows Inarin's lead without really looking at him -- it's as though he's in marching drills again, and keeping formation is a sub-consious matter.

The Queen's last words to him bring a grim smile to Alcoran's lips. The young teen nods in agreement, murmuring, "You speak the truth, Your Majesty. I've already reconciled with that responsibility." When Melith speaks, he casts a curious brow-quirk in her direction, starlit eyes gazing towards her, thoughts wondering at what that the Valavendil Second has to say.

"The responsibility falls on younger and younger shoulders," Inarin murmurs with a scowl.

Melith lowers her head in a nod, then raises her gaze toward the Queen. "We are grateful for the hospitality that you have offered our group on behalf of Andor. We have no intention of taking advantage of this. The Pattern has not finished with us yet...perhaps you are correct, that we are on a fool's errand. But perhaps we are not. All of the Valavendil were present in Illian when Lord Dain presented the King with the Horn of Valere, and all saw the symbol of the Dragon appear in the sky." She says this in a strong, clear voice.

"Mmh," says Ganstad in agreement, in a similar tone. "Yes, My Lord Captain."

Lorewyr smirks a little, but not saying anything.

"And now, let me guess: You are all going to see if the Lord Dain might hold The Sword That is Not a Sword?" The fiery-haired Queen inquires, still speaking to Melith.

Melith calmly replies. "That would certainly prove the matter, Your Majesty," her dark eyes meeting those of the young Queen.

In a quiet tone, Aislynn simply replies to Melith: "Indeed." And then turns her attention back to Alcoran. "And what is it that brought you here this night, young Belmond?"

Theowyn shows a light frown at the topic of conversation, eyeing the Lord Captain once more as though attempting to spy out a reaction.

Rowan watches silently, still carrying herself with the dignity suited to a noble.

Right there. That's where Inarin stays, merely watching the proceedings for the moment, though he's eyeing Alcoran with some vague amount of amusement and confusion at the same time.

Tilting his head, and regarding the Queen while the silver bell in his hair chimes softly, Alcoran's retorts: "I hoped to establish two things by coming to meet with First Prince Theowyn, whose message to Lord Dain was very gracious. I hoped to learn more of who you people are, and what your feelings were for my friend, and I also came to let you know that whatever happens, the Valavendil will not ride against Caemlyn. I will -not- engage in the slaughter of a city full of innocent folk, and if Lord Dain insists, then he kiss my pale-cheeked arse. I like Caemlyn, myself. But it doesn't really matter. Dain doesn't want to attack anybody. His only intent is to fulfill the prophecies, and do what any honorable folk want to do: burn Shadow and send it back to the Abyss whereit belongs. 's why I follow him. To kill the Shadow. And we will."

Donovan continues to stand at ease and watch the room quietly. If he were wearing the uniform, he could blend in easily with the Queen's Guards lining the walls of the chamber. He nods soberly as Alcoran speaks.

Melith looks away and winces at Alcoran's 'colorful' language.

Staring quietly at Alcoran, Inarin looks plainly like he thinks the boy has clearly gone mad.

Aislynn's eyes narrow by degrees during Alcoran's speech, although she does cover a smile with a pale hand at his rough metaphor. "As long as you deal with Andor and Her people with peace, so shall She deal with you and yours." She glances sidewise to Theowyn, to see how he has taken the young man's speech.

Cronus arcs a brow at the speach, brave words for one so young, odder still of all those that follow him. He merely watches the area, curious now. But still tense for the most part, but he does have the relaxed air about him. Showing his confidence int the current situation to protect the Queen and the Prince.

Melith recovers, relieved, at the Queen's words. For the first time, she notices the First Prince, and her eyes widen. She smiles to herself, and the lace fan on her wrist flicks quickly open, then closed.

Ganstad is just observing dully, face fairly flat. Not because secret machinations of his mind are carefully concealed behind a mask, mind you, but because he is dull.

"Indeed," Theowyn's voice travels across the hall, a brief amusement showing, though it fades as his eyes settle on the boy. "And are you prepared to turn on the friend you travel with, if he turns on his own or Andor with the madness?" he asks. Turning to Aislynn, he inclines his head. "We were his age once, and with more burden on our shoulders."

Rowan glances at the First Prince as well, my isn't he popular all of the sudden. Her glance is appraising, of course, although her attentions turn back to Al, and she ponders exactly what he will say next as an encore. Perhaps he'll get them locked up yet.

At Theowyn's words, Aislynn looks appraisingly at Alcoran, shaking her head. "So long ago..." she murmurs. "Does it not seem so long ago to you, Theowyn? Perhaps he is not so young, at that."

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

Sev has arrived.

Melith shivers as Theowyn voices some of her own concerns. Her chin lowered, she cuts her gaze toward Alcoran.

Alcoran crosses his arms over his chest, looking at Theowyn with a slight frown. he says simply, "Dain won't go mad, Your Highness. I won't let him. I've stood up to him before. If for some weird reason he gets it in his head that Caemlyn needs to be attacked, I'll take care of it. And if I can't stop him, then I don't mind being the first person to die. Wouldn't matter, by that point, would it?" He squints at Theowyn, measuring how the prince carries himself.

Sev slips in quietly..

Rudra leaves with Cronus.

"The years fade from memory," Theowyn agrees, offering a reassuring gaze as he takes a deep breath. "We had a nation to rebuild then. An army to restore. A truth to be told." With those words, quieter to Aislynn though likely heard by the others, he turns his attention on Alcoran. A hand lightly turns in the air. "Then I have your word. Though if the man goes mad, I suggest his death be a priority over your own. You have heard rumors that another Dragon has raised his flag in Kandor?"

Donovan eyebrows lift for moment before he regains his composure. He had heard rumors in the streets, of course, but to hear them confirmed by the First Prince...

Inarin stiffens at that. He's heard, himself, and it obviously bugs him to no end. Not like it's hard to figure out why. He shakes his head, then glances at Ganstad before he turns his attention back to Alcoran's conversation with the Royalty.

Sev straightens his coat in the event anyone tales notice, and surveys the company

Melith eyes widen in surprise at Theowyn's last words, and she glances at Alcoran.

Ganstad glances back at Inarin, the dullness in his eyes replaced for a moment by an attentive shine, then resumes his observation.

Aislynn nods to Theowyn's words, and then turns to Alcoran, waiting for his reply.

Alcoran's fists ball up into two tightened knots, and his eyes survey the First Prince in the form of two shocked full moons. Tone incredulous: "Huh?!" He glances back at his officers, curious if any of them had heard this...needless to say, he's been very distracted since arriving in Caemlyn, too much so to allow street talk to find his ears. Muttering fiercely, "Light have mercy, bloody and bloody ashes! When Dain finds out...." Sighing, he looks up at Theowyn firmly, saying, none too happily, "Unless the Symbol of the Dragon burned in the sky over this other man, I say he's a False Dragon. And if he causes trouble, we'll rump 'im. Dain's the Dragon Reborn, and until I see him fail to take Callandor, I follow him. And so do the Valavendil."

"There may be as many men believing in the other, if it is true," Theowyn responds quietly, considering the matter quietly. Sev receives a brief nod, though Theowyn takes a step back and then stands at greater attention. "If your stay in Andor is of more then a few days, then perhaps we will meet in a less formal gathering." Looking to his sister briefly, they exchange nods, and so he returns his gaze on the others. "Light Illume your path..." he attempts to remember the name of these young men, mentally snapping his fingers in an attempt to recall, and then leaves it at that.

Watching Aislynn and Theowynn, and more the former than the latter, Inarin turns back towards Ganstad and shakes his head, murmuring something to him. "Madness. All madness." HE turns back to Alcoran and his company, watching them intently. Very intently.

Sev bows unobtrusively when THeowyn notices him, and watches the scene with a curiously raised eyebrow

Alcoran nods to Theowyn, saying politely, "Water Flow, First Prince Theowyn. You and I will do some hunting, I promise you. You move like a hunter." Turning to regard his officers and friends, he lifts an eyebrow at Lorewyr, expecting the Herald to shoo them out now, and anticipating the great fun of tormenting the hapless herald by perhaps dragging feet.

Ganstad nods in reply, and his brows furrow. For some odd reason, and he seems a little surprised by this himself, he ventures an opinion, murmured to Inarin's back: "Is it possible that the world will be broken again through the likes of these?"

Melith curtsies gracefully to Theowyn, shooting him a smile and a glance from her dark, tilted eyes which promises another kind of hunting.

Theowyn blinks a few times at this mention of water flow, though the trained gaidin does lightly cross his arm across his stomach in a more formal bow. "My last hunt has proven rewarding. I look forward to the next." The tone is far from casual. Melith's dark eyes do not escape Theowyn's notice.

Rowan chuckles slightly, bowing slightly. "Perhaps we will get to speak under less straining circumstances." she murmurs.

Inarin snorts slightly at Ganstad's earlier comment, he shakes his head. "No. Nothing like that will happen again, not until a large number of them all appear at once. it took the combined madness of all the men of the Age of Legends to break the world, didn't it? That's what the stories say." A shudder is reprssed, though the discomfort at the topic of conversation is obvious anyhow.

Ganstad accepts Inarin's words as the way things must be -- in any case, he goes back to being dull.

Melith smiles invitingly at the prince, eyes lowered. "Perhaps we shall," she murmers, echoing Rowan's words. She straightens and slowly turns toward Alcoran, eyes lingering on the prince. Putting her hand on Alcoran's arm, she turns to him, with eyebrow raised.

Donovan bows to Theowyn and gives him a respectful nod. Warrior to warrior.

Alcoran shrugs and decides they can leave now, so begins to move back away from the Prince, but not without calling out to Inarin, "See you in the courtyard, Lord Captain. We've business." And with that, he makes his way through the doors, saving Lorewyr the trouble.

Sev runs his chin, a mirthful quirk at the corner of his mouth as though something had struck him as amusing, but then again, it seems something usualy does, so why should apocalyptic forebodings be any different...

Melith barely has time to grab up her skirts to avoid tripping as Alcoran begins walking out of the hall with her on his arm.

Donovan turns smoothly and follows Alcoran out of the Hall.

Dull. Yep. That's ganstad. Inarin isn't dull, though, at least not yet. He's watching Alcoran take his leave.

Theowyn almost smiles at the reaction of the young 'people' and their other following. To Rowan, and Melith, he offers an incline of his head. "Of course..." And with that, he watches them swiftly depart.

Sev says "Difficult to believe, isn't it," Sev muses, to whomever's nearest...."

Alcoran heads down the few crimson-carpeted steps that lead out of the Grand Hall.

Melith leaves with Alcoran.

Celesia leaves with Alcoran.

Donovan leaves with Alcoran.

Rowan leaves with Alcoran.

Ganstad frowns slightly as Alcoran and troupe troop out of hall. He watches their backs for a moment, then glances back to Inarin.

Pretty whitecloak twirling a little as Inarin turns sharply to go, he starts on out of the place after the so-called Valavendil.

Theowyn inclines his head to the rest, though after Aislynn nods it satisfaction, the two walk out of the Grand Hall.

Ganstad spares a glance back at the pair of Royals on their stage, then falls in behind Inarin.

Sev steps out into the gfloor as the little delegation leaves, offers a more formal bow to Theowyn, and then regards the Children a moment. When Inarin doesn't seem to notice, he just regards the Prince again.