"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.

You sit down at 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.

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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.

Engest joins you.

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.

Kellian joins you.

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.

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.

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.

Aislynn joins you.

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.

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.

At the Versyr table, Aislynn looks perplexed at Ian's announcement of the Lord Milton not able to make it. "But did I not just speak with the Lord Milton Trigarin just an hour past, in the Courtyard?"

At the Versyr table, Theowyn's eyes move between those at the table. "He certainly introduced himself as Lord Milton." He looks to Kellian with speculation. "You did play with the man, he did say he was Milton, correct?"

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.

At the Versyr table, Rio nods to Aislynn. "Indeed you did. He was there washing his horse like a common stable boy. I have met the man before, it was indeed he." How could Rio forget that leering smile of his?

At the Versyr table, Kellian nods,"I know Milton, yes." Quiet for a moment, then he adds,"Why is Master Ian's blade unbound?"

At the Versyr table, Aislynn nods to Kellian, still looking perplexed. "His sword is unbound because he is considered an emissary of Andoran nobility. Friends have ever been allowed to go armed within the Palace grounds."

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.)

At the Versyr table, Rio nods in agreement with the Queen, but she is troubled by Ian and watches him speak with some trepridation.

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.

At the Versyr table, Rio gazes at Kellian for a long while as Ian finishes speaking about Lorg Magnus and his service to the Queen. Rio seems to be considering something rather important to her.

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."

At the Versyr table,Engest leans forward slightly to murmur to his table, "My apologies, my Queen, but I believe this engagement is going to become slightly more interesting."

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.

At the Versyr table, Aislynn nods at Engest, and makes eye contact with each of the other members of her delegation. "Stand ready. I like this not; The false Queen's Bounty, and now this? It does not bode well."

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."

At the Versyr table, Rio nods to the Queen and seems to calm in the manner than she does when she is preparing to embrace the source quickly. She remains watchful.

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.

Rennar sits down House Hune's table.

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."

At the Versyr table,Engest's tone is rather dark, "I would suggest, My Queen, that we take this Fiores, or Trigaran, or whoever he is and lock him in a cell until we have tohe opportunity to determine what exactly goes on here. I like this not at all, we are giving this man power over us, here in public such as we 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 warming 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.

warming=warning

At the Versyr table, Aislynn holds up a hand to Engest as she remains standing. She quietly murmurs, her eyes still on Renford, "If he is who he says he is, Uncle, we would cause a major diplomatic incident in having him locked up summarily."

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..."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

At the Versyr table, Theowyn smirks, shaking his head lightly. "Simple words. I suppose he will bring forth evidence of this tale? We are told one by the Murandian's, now this one."

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."

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.

At the Versyr table, Rio says "Do you think it wise to admit to familiarity with this armour? The black lancers of Tolmec are not of our forces."

At the Versyr table, Theowyn shakes his head lightly. "He will likely insist they are of another force, perhaps blame it on Andor! And then have us believe it." The grumbling continues.

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.

At the Versyr table, Aislynn looks to the armour and then back to her companion delegates. "The black lancers of Tolmec are an independent force: a town Guard, if you will. They have no strict ties to the Queen's Guards. If they have committed actions that are against the Queen's Writ, they shall be accountable for those actions."

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.

At the Versyr table, Rio says "This man needs more proof than rusty armour, Queen Aislynn."

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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.

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

Rennar has left.

Caenna completes her earlier thought. "And some people never will."

Raziah sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Elyse tilts her ear in the direction of Daric's voice, but again, her features betray nothing of her thoughts. At Edilim's outburst, however, a disapproving frown appears.

Aislynn inclines her head to Daric, seemingly giving his comments no less weight than she gave those by others--including those of her own advisors. "Lord Daric, your comments are--indeed--well founded, and not without merit. However," she looks at him intently through the intervening space, giving him her undivided attention for the moment. "the threat of War has loomed heavily. Stories of towns along the border destroyed with a frightening efficiency. This council as convened for the express purpose of addressing these concerns." She gestures to Renford in an off-hand manner. "No matter that we might have doubts as to this man's true identity--whether he -is- the King or not, what concerns us here is that Murandy -is- uniting for the first time since time since they were even -recognized- as a nation. If for no other reason than that--and for the danger this might pose--we must consider -all- of the information we can get. From that, this council will then decide what is to be done."

Kismet sits down House Roesone's table.

"Those that sit here," Demonder responds with a gaze in the direction of that voice (Caenna's), likely not realizing it that of an Aes Sedai until too late. "These issues are best dealt within Andor's cell in the question of the Queen's Guard, not like this, when the man walks without confines of an arrest."

Caenna levels a cool look on Demonder, but says nothing to him at all.

Renford speaks. "I am not here to win a popularity contest. And honestly I do not care who you all think I am. Sydelle spoke here, and so I shall speak here." he pauses. "I have rid my country of the rats which plague it...Now the job is left to the lot of you. if you truly have no interest in hearing the rest, say so and I shall go." And he will watch Aislynn's house burn.

Renford looks to Demonder, quite tired of House Hune's prattle. "You will not arrest me...anymore then you can arrest Sydelle. You have no proof...I do."

"Then speak, whoever you are," Aislynn turns, saying this to Renford. "And let us be done with the matter. What further proof have you--both to these conjectures and to your identity?"

Cronus considers and odd fact a moment and looks to Eronian with a curious brow, step closer to the scholar and speaking quietly, apparently over a guard matter....

Renford says "may I show you? I did bring something just for House Hune actually."

Daric resumes his chair, his lips compressing tightly as the proceedings go on.

"You can not even prove your blood beyond a seal that could be stolen, and armour that could be forged," Demonder counters back, that hatred showing. The worst hell he's been though, he's blamed on this Lord Renford figure. There may be less reason to him now, though the anger begins to unwind.

Renford snaps his finger now that he sees his guards ready to bring in the next...exhibit. "A gift for you Queen Aislynn." The guards proceed to bring in the first concrete bit of proof...Johan Errene...chained and gagged. He is quite a bit older then most remember him...before he fled into exile...but there is no mistaking the man...or the look of horror on his face to be here.

Caenna addresses Emrich quietly. She mutters to Emrich, "... you... this... as..."

Renford allows his guards to present Johan Erenne to Aislynn for her inspection while he reaches under the cart and retrieves a box sitting under there. he moves towards Demonder with that same sick smile. "I have someone here I think you know..." he puts the box in front of Demonder.

Kellian remians quiet through this entire display, even when Johan Errene is presented. He looks at the man called Renford,"Very dramatic, Milton? Release that man." That last to the guards near the door.

The Kandori guardsmen is rather at a loss, no knowing this Johan Errene, and certainly not being able to know who he is since no formal introduction of the gagged man was given. Nevertheless he offers a description of the gagged figure to Elyse, and the various obvious visual reactions of those present in the Hall.

Eglantine sits up, nearly stands up, frowning. What...

Aislynn's hand tightens again on the hilt of the sword as she sees the chained figure lead into the Hall. Her eyes flash with winter fire at looking upon the face of one of her enemies for the first time in over 10 years. She inspects him thoroughly, pacing about him, viewing him from every angle, the sword held dangerously in her pale hand.

Kellian raises his hand to halt the guards as he sees his sister's movement around the bound man.

Emrich turns to look at Caenna, a slighly amused expression on his face. He mutters to Caenna, "... course,... is there... Nobles... asses... knows,... place... will... petty..."

At Kellian's order, Reynard moves towards Johan Errene to release him.

Reynard stops at Kellian's raised hand.

The man being inspected by the Queen is indeed who Renford says he is...and he is utterly horrified right now. If one were to look they might see the trickles of urine leacking down his leg. "I was going to throw him to the lions Queen Aislynn...i thought it perhaps more fitting to throw him to the Andorans instead."

As Reynard moves closer to the bound man, Aislynn holds up an arm to stop his progress, giving him a dangerous look. She then takes the sword, inserting the sharp tip of it underneath the gag, and with a brutal movement slices the piece of cloth neatly, allowing it to fall to the floor. She simply continues to stare into the man's eyes.

Since his last words to Queen Aislynn, Ian had shown interest in what was said regarding the border, but fails once it returns to a test of prooving Renford's identity; horses don't speak. It seems very important to him that no lint be on that very fine vest he wears.

Zilfrin glances at Kellian, then Eglantine, then back to 'Renford.'

Lifting a hand to cover her mouth in what appears to be a bored yawn, Jessalyn turns her attention to Paedrig, "I am sorry. Love you know you have my support in all matters of the House, but I don't think I can actually contribute much to what's going on." Her eyes go to Renford, still studying and observing the man. Only those who are most observant would notice contempt within her eyes as she gazes upon him. She publically places a kiss on Paedrig's cheek, "I will be home, waiting for you." She offers him a charming smile, then rises from her seat.

Demonder takes the box that Renford hands him, his focus clearly going on it as he begins to open it. When the contents are revealed to him, Demonder looking down on it, his eyes bulge with discust. Perhaps if Renford were not so smug about it, but he was. Demonder screams in a rage, hitting the box with his forearm. The head of a dead man flies into the court away from House Roesone, Demonder's own eyes bulging as he near loses his stomach, and yet still gathers the strenth to leap at Renford. The head, of course, eventually stops spinning around the court.

Renford just cocks a brow eyes on Demonder as he waits for the man to open the gift Renford has brought for him. this man is a varitable Saint Nick...

Rio sighs as Aislynn confronts her old enemy. The Gray sister crosses her arm and holds them close to her body, her expression tense. She remains at the Versyr table, still loyal to her post, but doesn't watch what Aislynn does with her blade with any relish.

Kismet looks very pale, and leans against the table.

Zilfrin stands, then, but stays next to Eglantine, frowning.

Paedrig's eyes fall to the head briefly, before he looks to Jessalyn. "Just when things were becoming interesting," he comments with a voice that holds no amusement over the on-goings here. "Of course."

Cherise gasps as the severed head spins out into the middle of the floor. A hand goes to her mouth momentarily, not knowing whose it is..

Eglantine stands from her seat, seeing the sight at the Roesone table. She takes a few steps back, likely backing into Zilfrin in her panic.

Reynard resumes his gazing around the hall, but he tries to keep his gaze from falling on the severed head.

Cherise's recently deposed cousin had been just sitting statuesquely watching the whole carnival, untill Demonder leaps up and shouts. Turail is up in a flash as well, and moving with surprising speed to intercept his cousin if possible.

Daric leans down from his chair, moving forward slightly to catch hold of the hair of the severed head. With a gloved hand and a grimace on his fair features, he raises the dangling part of the cadaver in the air, twisting it about. "Who is it?" he asks, looking at the shriveled features.

Rio grimaces as the head bounces on the floor. The gray sister has faced death in battle before, but the sudden appearance of this "gift" is startling to say the least. She looks a little green.

Zilfrin places a hand on Eglantine's shoulder, and he murmers something, but keeps his eyes on the court.

Renford was expecting as much. He moves forward to meet Demonder. Rage can only speak to rage afterall...and this man knows how to graple with the best of them. the 2 men's arms lock and for an instant they are face to face. The would be king speaks desperately. Demonder is the stronger after all. "If it" grunt..."Makes you feel any..." Grunt..."better." Grunt. "This man killed my wife..." Grunt...he killed my son." Grunt..."And many others before he ever got around to you and your wife."

Caenna half-rises, then settles back in her chair, staring at the head as it rolls.

A touch of interest does come to Jessalyn's eyes when she catches sight of the head rolling around on the floor. This does not seem to bother her one bit. Cocking her head to the side, she takes in this latest spectacle with a cool, fashionably serene look. She glancse down, exchanging a look with her bond-mate, which distinctly says they'll discuss this night 'later'.

In a smooth step, madly hilarous in its surreality, Aislynn calmly steps over the head as it rolls past her, so intent is she upon her enemy that even Demonder's scream of disgust does nto hear her eyes from Johan. She continues to pace around him, the sword still gripped in her fist. "I wonder..." she muses to herself, as she makes the circuit back around to stare in his face. "I wonder...Did my -mother- mess herself so before your Sister and her lapdog slit her throat? Were you there? In the room with them? When they burnt her, and stretched her? Did you hear her screams? Her pleadings for her life and for that of her family? Perhaps in the end, cutting her throat was the final mercy that your ilk bestowed upon her broken body...." Her voice is low, and dangerous, somewhat sing-songy in its unsteadiness. She continues to pace around him, that being said..much like a caged lion.

Emrich seems undisturbed by the head. But then, being CoL, he must have seen a million different detached in his lifetime. Or at as rumours would have it.

Kellian moves up near Aislynn now, eyes narrowed. "Let not the voice of hatred blind you to the truth of now.."

Raziah pales visibly, as she looks quite away from the head, and shakes her head herself. This is definatly an educational experiance.

Eglantine looks up to Zilfrin, nodding, and turns her gaze down toward the floor. Still standing.

Renford continues to grapple with Demonder...paying for his smugness for the first time this evening.

Caenna glances quickly at Raziah, checking on the Accepted.

Edilim frowns lightly, willing himself not to see the head. He instead watches the Queen. The Queen who so foolishly shows her feelings infront of the entire political assembly of Caemlyn. Hardly a dignified, stately, fit-to-rule Queen is she? he asks himself.

Elyse gasps audibly at even the tactful description offered by her guardsmen of the severed head, but thankfully is not exposed to the full horror of the image.

Rio stands at the Versyr table, "Aislynn, do not sink to the level of your enemies...stay your hand...." her voice seems small and lost in the murmering of the crowd of nobles in the great hall.

Zilfrin looks from the grappling men to the Queen, then to Rio and Kellian, holding his place.

Just a hair too far away to prevent the two men grappling, Turail ends up slamming into Demonder and Renford with his shoulder, his whole intention seemign to be on wresting them apart before his cousin does something worthy of losing his own head. "Light Demonder.... No." Those words are a soft hiss.

Theowyn steps away from the table, and slowly walks toward Aislynn. Whether or not he agrees with the 'common sense' going about the room is uncertain, the anger filling him all the same.

"Light! That is enough!" Emrich stands and slams his hand down on the table, casting a caustic glare at everyone else in the room. "Are we all such petty children?!!"

Renford stumbles backwards. Yup...Demonder might have gottent he better of him.

Ian rises somewhat at Demonder's outburst, and pays more attention to the cranium rolling across the tile floor like a ball used to play Pins than to the actions of the Queen or Demonder and the 'King.' He wrinkles a lip and turns away, reaching for the cider provided at his table to distract himself from Daric's prize.

More courses flee from Demonder's lips, as he locks arm with this apparent King. The leap over the table would have sent the two men more toward center, as the struggle begins. Renford's words might hit him later, but they do not for the moment. More chaos. With Turail wrestling in between, Demonder does loosen his grip with a push on Renford, and turns quickly to use Turail as a post between the two men. His eyes gaze to the floor, anger filling him.

Aislynn turns angrily to Kellian, still not having relinquished the sword. "This man is a conspirator, Kellian. He was privy to the plans of Moergan, and he benefited from them all these long years." Her voice rises, tinged heavily with undiluted pain. "For more than ten long years, he has lived. He has been allowed to walk free. He has breathed the air, has looked at the sun." She turns back to him, the point of the sword now at this throat, raising a small bead of blood there. "All of that was denied to our Mother, and to my aunts, uncles and cousins. It was very nearly denied -me-!"

"Daric!" comes Emrich's next order, trying to yell over the hub-bub. "Cover that head with..something. Burn me, cover it!!"

Cherise frowns as both her cousins face each other. The frown more for Demonder as he shoves Turail between he and Renford. Lovely move.."Demonder!" she finally loses it.

Caenna swallows, looking somewhat ill, but her voice is steady enough. "Queen Aislynn, murdering this man will not bring them back, will not help any now. Let him face justice."

No more reasoning comes from Theowyn, as he steps closer to the scene. "The fate of this fiend has already been decided. Let justice prevail this day, if nothing else comes from this." Though he does not share that same outward anger, he seems in agreement with his sister.

Rio shakes her head. "But what if there are more, Aislynn? Kill him...and you will never know!" She moves from the table and begins to approach the Queen. "Mercy, Aislynn. Stay your hand..."

Renford rebounds now, composure regained. "There's more Aislynn. You want more proof!? I can offer it to you right here and now. The high seat of that house in Murandy...is a woman."

Kellian nods,"Yes, Aislynn. All that is true. And if you take his life now..then you have learned nothing in all these years since. If you play the moves that RENFORD wants you to play..then Andor loses."

Caenna rises to her feet and moves toward the Quen and Rio.

Caenna stands and leaves the Dignitaries' Table.

Elyse frowns, starting to rise from her seatand speaking in a hushed whisper to the Kandori officer by her side. Then at a few words himself, she lowers herself back into her seat, her head tilting this way adn that as she tries to keep up.

Renford looks to kellian. The man already has a loosing record at chess. He's playing on that queen's rage right now...he knows he'll get his chance to finish.

Cronus moves forward at Aislynn's pressure of the sword to the man's neck and gripping the blade with his hand steeling his face to not show pain and locks eyes with his queen. He will not let Aislynn take the blood of anyone herself. Least not at this momment. When logic is beyond her...

Disregarding all of the voices that admonish her, Aislynn continues to stare into the man's eyes. "Johan Errene, you are hereby under arrest by the Crown of Andor for conspiracy to usurp the Throne, conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to disrupt the lawful succession, and whatever else I shall dig up about you from the old files." She lowers the sword, letting it hang loosely from her grasp at her side. "You shall be held in the dungeons until such time that your might be brought before the executioner. You have committed High Treason against the Crown of Andor, which demands summary execution." She drops the sword, adding: "So it is written in the Queen's Law, so let it be done."

"How do you know this man is Renford?" Theowyn further confuses the issues, asking Kellian directly as all this begins to further into a choatic scene.

Jessalyn tsks quietly where she stands, her eye taking on a slightly amused note in all this. "As I said, love..." She speaks to Paedrig, "I must go." Gently, she cups her Gaidin's cheek, then moves off toward the exit before there's much too much commotion to be had.

Eglantine turns away from it all, arms folded tightly, her back to the room.

Never without his sword, Turail somehow seems to have loosed the peace ties on the hilt before this whole melee between Demonder and Renford started. The heron graving on the blade flashes as the thing is unsheathed just in case it goes any further, and Turail seems poised in between the two, more particularly eyes on Demonder to make sure his cousin isnt going to lose it again.

Paedrig nods in understanding, leaning back on his chair as he watches all this unfold.

Rio nods to the captain-general and moves closer to the Queen. "Don't trust this Renford...he has lied to you...don't play his game." She stares up at Renford, a tiny woman with a scowl, yet with the promise of power that is symbolized by the ring on her finger.

Zilfrin keeps a hand on Eglantine's shoulder, but continues watching and frowning slightly. His eyes scan the room, pausing on those areas of activity.

Daric deposits the head on the House Versyr table in front of Cronus. "Here, guardsman, do something useful for once in your life." He then crosses his arms, watching the melee going on with a rather bored look.

As the head is deposited, a flurry of white cloth napkins are suddenly airborne, draping themselves completely over the head and concealing it from view. Caenna stares at it a second, then turns away.

Daric stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Demonder turns away from Renford, his fists pounding hard on the table. Enough so that it shifts, glasses spilling, the wood creeking. The second trashing on the table nearly splits it in two, Demonder showing that brute strength that would be so apparent in his shoulders and arms. Though the table certainly doesn't budge too much, and his fists and forearms will certainly hutr.

Jessalyn stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Aislynn turns quickly away from the man to whom she has just issued a death warrant. To Renford, she says, quietly--in a cold voice: "You are implying that this High Seat...this scion of House Errene, once again has designs on the throne of Andor?"

Cronus holds the blade of the sword that resides in Aislynn's hand till such time she releases it. Once done he holds it there a moment longer as symbolidge as to the strentgth of Andor. His face never once showing the pain of gripping the sword by the blade. He then gingerly takes the hilt with his free hand and keeps his bleeding hand from his uniform as he motions a guard forward to come and take the blade and this man away. As another moves forward to gain the head Daric profured. Once the blade is turned over to another guard, Cronus takes out a handkerchief and ties his own hand.

Jessalyn does make her way across the room and to the door. It is not long before she murmurs to the guards once more, then is let out of the room.

Aislynn gestures in the direction of Demonder's fit. "Someone, please..help that man so that he does not hurt himself..."

As Aislynn releases her weapon, Rio steps back again. Giving both Cronus and Kellian a nod. For a moment, she glances between Kellian and Renford, as if making a note of something, then her attention returns to the Queen.

Daric hisses as he jerks his soiled hand away, as if stung by the clouds of white. "You infernal witch!" he shouts at Caenna. "Cease your channeling around me! In the name of the Light, I avert the Evil Eye of your Dark master!" He hurriedly makes a sunburst sign over his heart with a fingertip.

Zilfrin pauses a moment to turn a frown towards Daric, before resuming his scan of the room.

Emrich stands again, clearly angry. "Daric!!" he bellows, mariching down to confront the man. His eyes burn as he says something to him softly, hissing every word.

When Demonder turns away to thrash on the helpless table, Turail's posture slacks slightly, and then a sweeping motion folds the blade back into the plain scabbard. He glances at Aislynn over his shoulder and skims towards Demonder and lays a hand heavily on his shoulder, leaning to murmur something too soft for hearing to the man.

Emrich stands and leaves the Dignitaries' Table.

Renford nods. "Just as she had designs on Sydelle's thrown. She however...misjudged her popularity." He pauses. When we destroyed her house...she fled...and we gave chace...persuing her all the way to the wide expanse of your border where we thought we had her cornered. There we met a force of over 500 Andoran lancers...waiting to stop us...and receive her which they did." **major note to those aware of the dates...The time this was all taking place was the same time that Durnik positioned over 10,000 Andoran soldiers on Murandy's border. awfully convenient** "For a time Queen Aislynn...Andoran soldiers invaded Murandy."

Caenna gives Daric a single icy look, then watches Emrich marcing over with a definite frown as well.

Demonder does calm after slaming the table twice, especially after the urgings of Turail. He turns to Turail, nodding briefly in thanks. Though the rage is clearly within him, it is once again under control on that bordering edge.

Reynard glances at Daric and shakes his head. Light, what a fanatic. If the Lord Captain Commander can sit and be civil with Aes Sedai at the same table, surely any Whitecloak can. Or a sympathizer.

Kellian takes a deep rath,"All of you return to your seats now! Guardsman! Bring Order!"

Emrich glances at Caenna once, eyes unreadable. Then his eyes return to Daric. "We will speak on this. Later."

Rio hears Daric's cry and whirls around to gaze at the white sister. Her eyes widen in alarm as her friend is threatened. Yet, she is advisor to the Queen. She takes a step toward Daric and Caenna and then comes to a halt.

Eglantine turns at Kellian's shout, jaw set, glancing once at Zilfrin. Still doing her best not to focus on anything deeper in the room.

Zilfrin murmers something to Eglantine, still watching the romo.

Reynard nods to Kellian and starts moving about the room, with a few other Guardsmen, and respectfully ushering people back to their seats.

Caenna is still staring at the two CoL, doesn't see Rio take the step. Anger is breaking openly over her usually cool face.

Guardsman step forward from their posts those by the dignataries table moving after Emrich, hands on sword hilt and motioning to his seat. They look ready to drag the man back if need be. As do those that approach Deric and others about the area. All doing the same reining in any that is not where they should be, excluding the versyr family of course.

Zilfrin watches Caenna and the Children, noting her change of expression. He does not leave his position, either, but instead relies on the other Northerer's good sense to prevail.

Renford is...hideously amused. His eyes lock with the Queen...those dark storm clouds...bring chaos wherever he goes. Even now it erupts all around him. utterly and completely satisfying.

Eglantine nods to Zilfrin, and reluctantly settles into her seat. Keeping it, however, a bit further from the table, to make standing easier.

Turail's grip tightens on Demonder's shoulder further and the other, now empty of the weapon that is an extension of himself, grips Demonder's elbow, steering his cousin around the end of the table and to a seat, all the while speaking softly, yet insistently. He sits down at teh Hune table with Demonder instead of returning to the Roesone delegation.

Turail stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Turail sits down House Hune's table.

Emrich adjusts his tabard, giving the Guards a cool look. Another glance at Daric, then Caenna, and then at the Guards. However, Emrich does give Daric a few more words, much calmer then before. He mutters to Daric, "I have my... Daric.... on..." He heads back towards his seat.

As Renford and his party go back to their seats, Rio Sedai seems to gather herself together. She gives Kellian a nod of acknowledgement and moves back toward the Versyr table. She continues to watch Caenna with worry.

Elyse remains seated where she had been, with her guardsman at her side. She continues to try to follow the events of various personage within the room, grateful to have brought along the two in her employ that she did. Unlike her calm demeanour, Elyse wears a worried, tense look, but among all the shouting and elevated voices, the Kandori Princess remains quiet and listening.

Ian has winessed the sum of the eve's outbursts either from his chair or from a few inches above. Now, as the Guard demands order, he crosses a leg and drinks from his cider, a look of self-satisfaction at his ability to remain dignified amungst nobles. He spies in Zilfrin's direction, an eyebrow raised in some surprise that he had remained civil.

Aislynn tries to listen to Renford's word with all the commotion going on in the room. She looks at Kellian appreciatively for his command at order, she being too distracted by the other man's words to issue the command herself. "And who is this woman leading this 'Murandian' house?"

Reynard dips his head respectfully to Caenna and gestures to her seat, "If you please, Aes Sedai?"

Caenna nods silemtly and goes to reseat herself.

Caenna sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Emrich sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Renford smiles. yes he does have her hooked. She will hear all he has to say. "Her name is Vashti...Vashti Errene...and she is a cold...ruthless bitch, from whom there was utterly no escape in murandy. As I believe Ian of Kandor testified."

Reynard returns to his post near the door once those not of Versyr have been reseated.

Demonder is slow in his reaction to Turail's guidance, but does certainly follow the recommended route to take a seat. His fists are still clenched, though bits of blood would show where his flesh was torn by the impact of the slamming of his fist. There's another nod, and for not he simply ignores the man claiming to be Renford.

Daric's frayed tempers still seem livid, yet he stalks back towards the Roesone's table at Emrich's reprimand and his muttered words. He wrings his hands before him constantly, as if trying to purge something from them.

Edilim shakes his head lightly, disgusted by this display of the Queen's lack of control, both on herself and on her Court.

Kismet eyes Daric as he passes with a measuring glance, her face impassive.

Eglantine pushes her hair back, with both hands, holding it back with both hands.

Cronus watches the guards restoring order before motioning for reenforcements to come in, spots taken amoungst every table now. Any attempting to leave their seats now unbidden will become stopped, until they are either acknowledged or retake their seats.

Renford keeps his eyes locked on that queen. "I don't expect you to like me Queen Aislynn...but you will have to get used to me. Andor is under a subtle attack. An attack directed at you...and the heirs to your throne. I have no interest in a thrown I cannot sit on. I am not a nice man...that I admit, but I am not your enemy. Your enemy is....an old Phoenix...rising from it's ashes. You do with this information what you will. On the morrow an ambassador from Murandy will be arriving. I believe you should have received word of his impending arrival. He has full power to negotiate with you on my behalf. I have shown you all this...and perhaps my ambassador will show you more. In return I ask only one thing of you..."

Remaining unusually quiet throughout all this, Deleamar suddenly stands. He begins to applause, slowly yet loud, a wry smile on his face. "Very well done, Cousin Daric. As usual, a masterpiece. You should be commended. Given a medal, even."

Aislynn casts a cool, blue-eyed gaze about the room, noting with satisfaction that everyone is returning to their seats. Her composure after these various shocks has come back, and she now stands before Renford in her usual attitude: her chin lifted with self-assurance and self-possession, her shoulders relaxed, bejewelled hands crossed lightly in front of her, clasped loosely. "And how does all of this prove who -you- are? We still have not come to the crux of -that- matter. All that you have proven is that you are adept at coming in here and disrupting my Court--distracting us from the entire purpose of this meeting.

Daric sits down House Roesone's table.

Eronian nods sternly, muttering under his breath something.

Kismet's lips twitch at Deleamar's applause.

Daric growls something at the Roesone table as he sits down.

"And what would that request be?" Aislynn tags onto the end of her last words to Renford.

Theowyn steps to a position beside Aislynn as she speaks, nodding in rather heavy agreement of her words. There is a need to say more, though he does hold his tongue for the moment, continuing to watch this man with that calm position from within the Void.

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

Kellian watches Renford now also.

Eronian's eyes never move from Renford as the chaos dwindles, though there is something else there...

Caenna glances toward the door as Einone is admitted, waves the novice over to her table.

Cronus looks to Eronian with an arced brow at something he whispers... His hand comes up that is wrapped in a bloodied hanky.

Einone limps over as silently as she can, although the soft chimming of bells sounds with her every move

Cronus frowns at Eronian's words and listens his eyes scanning the area and the guards that group each table...

Renford smiles. Sheesh does it ever go away? "I ask your neutrality...I ask you to keep your nation out...of the business of our upcoming war with Illian. It is a matter of personal honor to us. We have been kicked...we have been battered...we have been redefined. In 2 weeks time we shall take the field against them...and very likely loose, but we will let everyone know that we will no longer be kicked...without kicking back. At this moment, I have nothing to prove to you my identity but over time...as you deal with me...I think it will become all too clear. Still though...you believe what you like. I have said what i came to say. What you do with this knowledge...is up to you." He pauses for a long moment..."One more thing...You have a traitor in your midst. One above your suspicion. he is the same one who harbored the assassin snake eyes after he killed Sydelle. he is the same one who snubbed the reports of this...invasion of my country before you ever heard about it. he is the same one who put those soldiers on my border....and he is the same one who had the ways and the means to order men...Andorans to attack the town of Tolmec. What proof have I to offer?" He just smiles. "I could tell you...but you won't like it.

Eronian shakes his head then whispers again to Cronus, ...

Aislynn listens quietly, her expression darkening with every word. "If you know of a traitor, whatever your identity, I demand that you tell me."

Cherise still smiles at Paedrig, but it fades instantly when Renford speaks the word 'traitor'. She stiffens and looks at him.

Elyse tenses visibly, leaning forward in her chair as she listens. Her guardsmen at her side falls silent as there is nothing of significance to describe at this point, such as a severed head.

Rio blinks at Renford as he speaks and then scowls. Why is anyone still listening to this man?

Cronus rounds his head like a snake poising to strike at Renford's words and statements, knowing all to well the only man that can be... his hands clench into fists. Despite the bandage on one hand he shows no pain on his face as he watches the area and more particularly Renford as he motions for the File Leader to hold the man at bay should he try to retreat at this juncture.

Theowyn leans to the side, his whisper rather light. He mutters to Aislynn, "This man is obviously a... he... do... he... it.... would... be... to... Nor speak... only... is... we could... This... hearing."

Aislynn senses "Theowyn leans to the side, his whisper rather light. "This man is obviously a lunatic. Whatever he attempted to do here, he likely did accomplish it. But I would suggest he not be allowed to leave. Nor speak further blasphamy. The only border that he rides is that which we could believe. This needs an investigation, not a public hearing.""

Eronian suddenly follows Cronus's gaze, and redies himself.

Einone keeps her silence carefully, uncomfortable with all these dignatories she smooths down the brocade of her dress, eyes wide as she listens to everything, struggling to keep up her severe expression as she stands near Caenna and Raziah

Renford says "I do not know his name. Only the name by which he was associated in the papers we found after destroying this...imposter house. They simply call him...The Captain. *his smile now is...far more menacing then it has ever been* There is a rumor floating about...in more places then you know. If it is not true...then what I present to you is...nothing worth listening to at all...but if it is...then I believe it will point you where you need to go."

Caenna nids to Einone. "Hello, Novice. Sit, and listen, and learn what you can." She glances at Einone. "Quietly, if possible.

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Einone nods to caenna as she sits, quiet save for the tinkling of bells on her hair

If she was idly listening before, the redhaired Roesone is most intently listening to what this Renford has to say now. She leans forward, frowning slightly, her blue gaze intense upon his face.

Kellian looks at Renford, finally speaking,"You present an interesting web of deceit for us to debate over, Milton."

Renford admonishes Kellian with an idle finger without taking his eyes off the Queen. She really want to hear this? No she doesn't but no doubt she will ask anyway. "You are not one to talk Captain General."

At the Roesone table, Deleamar and Daric exchange heated words.

Eronian mearly looks to Renford with an expression of, 'reveal your traitor'

Caenna mutters to Einone, "... time. Though... is... but.... he... King... that..."

Elyse seems distracted a bit by the small chimes of Arafellan bells, although the bells draw the attention of her officer guardsmen more. Giving Einone a surveying glance, he leans to murmur to the Princess of Kandor with a calm expression. Elyse nods once, still sitting at the table established for the foreign dignitaries, and then resumes her attention more fully on those who have the floor.

Ian frowns as Kellian dishonors the name of his Lord by naming this man as such. A cleared throat shows his displeasure before being silenced by a drink of cider. He shifts the crossing of his legs uncomfortably.

Aislynn murmurs something into Anluan's ear, as he has once again taken up his position behind her. He nods and heads off, loping toward the doors, exiting the Grand Hall. She then turns back to Renford, and gives a thin smile. "Whatever your intentions, you have succeeded masterfully. You duped me earlier today, when I had only kindness for the unfortunate loss of the -true- heir of House Trigarin. You have utterly disrupted my assembly here, bringing old, buried pains back to life in several of my subjects--and myself. The only thing I have to thank you for is for turning the traitorous Errene over to me." She waves a pale, imperious hand, motioning to Kellian. "Have this man seized and conveyed to the dungeons. If he is who he says he is, he will be released. If he is not, then he shall answer to the Andoran Magistrate and submit to the Queen's justice."

Cronus moves closer to Aislynn or more particularly to a point that would place him between Aislynn and the supposed king should matters come about. In fact he blocks the path of any that should attack Renford or vice versa, or at least readies to that fact.

Eronian regains the dark persona that he hid with his becoming a guard. He look dead at Renford, preparing for anything. His sword seeming more one with him than before.

Einone tries not to figit under the scrutiny of royalty, she manages to keep her almost serene expression and nods to Elyse respectfully

Einone sits down Dignitaries' Table.

Eronian stands ready as almost a copy of Cronus.

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

Kellian nods,"Guardsman, seize this man."

Renford smirks. Guess she didn't want to know afterall. But she is right. he did do what he came here to do. he planted the seeds. And he will be out by morning. His confident smile does not fade. he's having a great time afterall

Einone murmers to caenna, then falls silent and watches

Eronian nods and proceeds with the seizure.

Not appearing to notice Einone's nod, Elyse continues to lean forward and listen to the proceedings. Her ear tilted a bit in the direction of the voices, and her vacant blind gaze settled on some distant point before her.

Reynard dips his head to Kellian and moves forward to take 'Renford' into custody.

Eronian grasps one of Renfords arms, "Right this way. I hope you find the Dungeon luxuries to your liking?" he says with a streight face and tone. Not at all mocking.

Cronus looks to Kellian for the order before looking to the File Leader that has been at Renford's side. "Do it, And bring him to the dungeons." He looks to Renford directly now, "You are under arrest per the queen's orders, do not speak nor resist least you make matters worse for yourself. I trust you will go peacefully?" he asks as the file leader and his men surround the unarmed Renford.

Caenna replies to Einone, "I believe he had his reasons."

Daric stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Locked.

Eronian releases renford as the file leader takes control, but eyes him cautiously.

Moving his way into the room Dain glances over the area his azure eyes seeking out nothing in particular, a small frown sliding onto his lips from under his dark goatee. Keeping himself to the outskirts of the current proceedings if at all posable...

Renford notes the faces of each of the guards who comes to take him away for future reference. How shall they look when properly stuffed? We shall have to see. he submits himself without resisting. he does look to the Queen though. "My ring back if you please."

Edilim stands angrily. Displeasure twists his face as he none-too-calmly shouts. "Objection, Queen of Andor! If the Queen shall go about seizing foreign dignitaries at will, how can they be said to be just? This man can be held for no good reason." Pointing towards Renford, "He has, by your laws, come to this court and delivered a traitor into your arms. If political representitives can be seized so suddenly, then I must be forced to question the justness of this government!"

Elyse frowns in the direction of the outburst from her table.

Aislynn's eyes flash, and she turns to face the unknown who dares question her judgement. "And who might -you- be to so boldly and saucily question these proceedings?"

Daric makes his excuses at the Roesone's table, bowing once towards his cousins from the waist. Turning to face the Lion Throne formally, he bows again with respect. Even Edilim's words which usually strike a resonant response in the lordling, seem to fail to deter Daric. He follows Rennar's path from the room with a still gait.

Some of that anger cools, as Demonder hears to order of arrest for Renford. He calms after a deep breath, once again thanking Turail in a light murmer. The splinted wood showing for his effort, perhaps another few hits at it would have broken it. There's a certain note of pride in that, Demonder trying to distract this thoughts. He simply ignores Edilim's outburst.

Einone turns her gaze to the yelling dignatory, eyes narrowing briefly but she keeps carefully silent

Renford can't help a quiet laugh. Edilim Edilim he's our man! If he can't vex her no one can! He does mutter something about him having a good point though.. yes he will very muchly look forward to her apology tomorrow when he is released.

Cronus looks to Eronian, "Eronian, remain here," he moves to Aislynn after Renford is in custody. A motion of his head brings the placement of a guards hand on Edilim. As he looks back to his Queen, "My queen a few words in private before this night continues?" he asks as he loos to his queen with respect and one that bares in his tone.

Emrich stands next to Edilim, offering his support for the man. "He is right, your Majesty," he says loudly, but not as loud as Edilim.

Eronian stands where he is and does not move.

Zilfrin raises his hand, to be heard.

Eglantine blinks once, and glances toward Kellian. Then she looks toward Zilfrin, at the motion from there.

Edilim clears his throat, lightly, smoothing his coat and calming the rage out of his voice. He continues arrogantly. "My name is Ambassador Edilim Celawyth and I speak on behalf of honorable House Devorae. I have seen now two members of royalty mistreated by..." Edilim squawks as the guards clamp hands upon him, he shouts. "Injustice!

Cherise leaves with Lelldorin.

Cherise has left.

Aislynn leans toward Cronus to hear what he has to say, although her eyes are still on the saucy knave, Edilim.

Caenna points out mildly, "The man's claims are not proven."

Renford is delighted! Now they are fighting over wether or not he should be arrested. That smile...it never goes away.

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

Daric has left.

Reynard moves back to his position near the doors now that Cronus has ordered another group of Guards to arrest Renford.

Kellian walks up to Renford. "All the pieces seem to be in place now don't they?" Frowning faintly at the man. "I should have you arrested just for disguising yourself as an Andoran noble? Or was that true?"

Aislynn waves a hand to the Guards taking Edilim in hand. "Let him speak." To Edilim: "If you are not here representing the crown of Tear, then you have no voice to speak in these proceedings. However, you have garnered my attention, and you shall now speak."

Cronus mutters to Aislynn, "... in... too tight... this... and much... puzzled out... queen,... be... speak in private... of... eyes... abound..."

Raziah nods quietly to Einone.

"You go about this wrongly, Edilim." Emrich looks at the Guards, down to Aislynn, and back to the Advisor for Devorae. "Now is not the time. Not when tempers are so raw." He shrugs, however, and retakes his seat, letting the man do as he wills.

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

Cherise arrives with Lelldorin.

Elyse motions with a finger and leans towards the bent ear of her guardsman once more. After a few soft mumurs, the guardsman turns and moves to the scrivenor in Kamikatsu livery at the wall behind who is still vigorously scrolling across pieces of parchment with a piece of charcoal and occasionally looking up from his work to the proceedings, as if for reference. He leans to listen to the instructions of the Kandori officer and nods, seeming to study those at the Dignitaries Table before going back to his work.

Cherise sits down House Roesone's table.

Renford shrugs in response to Kellian "Do what you like Kellian...and enjoy it while you can, for I shall be gone in the morning."

Einone keeps her outer compsure carefully, although there is a slight set to her jaw as she listens quietly

A small smile slides onto Dain's face has his fellow Tairen Edilim seems to have gotten himself into quite an intereting situation... Quietly he places his gloved hands behind his back wondering what crown of tear the queen speeks of, perhaps a high lord is such, really he should have spent more time with his tutors when he was younger... Regardless he quietly watches slowly moving twords the table of 'represenitives' after all he is no noble of this land.

Eronian, though remaining in place as per Cronus' request, continues to eye Renford suspiciously.

Lelldorin sits down House Roesone's table.

Kellian smiles. "Gone? By your own hand? Or once your identity is verified?"

Edilim is rather roughly unhanded by the guards. He takes a moment to smooth his coat, ignoring the words of Emrich. "I do speak for one High Lord of Tear. I simply say, good Queen of Andor," his words are more polite now.. if slightly. "That seizing King Renford of Murandy makes this the second injustice done to foreign nobility on your soil... that I have witnessed. Will you stand by and allow representatives of other nations be so mistreated? I had heard better things of this fair land! Only so many injustices can be commited before the countries of this land begin to pull out of Andor, or worse."

Renford smiles. "Which would you prefer?"

During his speech, Aislynn begins to gracefully walk closer to Edilim's table. She pauses a few feet from him, lifting a pale brow inquisitively. "And what was the first such injustice that you supposedly saw take place in my Realm?"

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

Theowyn's eyes briefly travel to Ian, a matter of contemplation coming to him at the sight of the Blademaster. The same holds true for Zilfrin, and Demonder. Emrich is watched, as is Edilim. He makes another few notes. Turail takes his sights briefly, a slight sympathy there. Finally he gazes on the Roesone's, and their new Duke. Another matter he contemplates, before looking to Renford once more. The brief distraction at least enough to not address Renford.

Kellian says softly,"You will leave when you are released, not before."

Edilim says "That very matter which has so enfuriated this court. The assassination of Queen Sydelle. I have spoke long and hard, good Queen, upon the facts as I see them. I cannot help but feel an injustice was done in that the killer was not found and summarily executed."

Renford nods. "And you will release me tomorrow Captain General."

"Let it go for now, Edilim," Emrich warns again, looking at the Queen. "Now is definatly not the time."

Frowning slightly at Edilim's words he waits to hear what the other man has to say, glancing from the queen to the Ambasidor. Stopping a few feet from the table of outlanders he tilts his head a moment listening, watching and no doubt thinking...

Cronus steps forward, for once agreeing with Emrich, seem to call order, "Please ALL! come silent, Renford is being held till proof can be provided of his identity. He has deceived us once already this day, by showing the part of a noble of a family that was once a loyal advisor, only to find he is a king. Please I ask that all calm yourselves. If Renford proves to be who he says, he will be released and for any who wish to ensure proper treatment can accompany Renford to the dungeons." he pauses. "For it is /also/ in the queen's writ that impersonating a noble especially royalty is just as much a crime as treason. Such events cannot be taken lightly. Nor shall they, if /any/ amoung you has proof offer it now. Or hold your tongues till further solid proof can be presented."

Elyse resumes her attention on those who have the floor, her head tilted in the direction of the various voices as they speak. She remains poised refined at the Dignitaries Table, silent and attentive with only a contemplative look across her Kandori features. Her only retinue, a ranking officer of her Honor Guard at her side, as escort to the blind Princess, and behind her at the wall, a Kamikatsu liveried scrivenor, busily working across some parchment with a piece of charcoal.

Eglantine blinks. A Queen and two princes in the room, and a guardsman gives the orders...

Turail remains at the Hune delegation's table for the remainder of the court, though he watches, again rather impassively. His blue eyes do happen to cross the Prince's about the same time, holding, and then moving on. Some soft conversations go on from time to time with the cousin he was raised next to after the death of his own parents, but mostly, he simply waits and watches.

Kae attempts to slip into the hall with as little ado as possible as she glances around, assessing the situation as she arrives. So this is High Court, eh? Hmmm. The Kandori woman slips off to one side where she can lean unobtrusively against a wall to watch.

"We have searched long and hard for Queen Sydelle's killer, delegate from Devorae," Aislynn says, fixing him with her cold gaze. "And I have already made solemn vow that when this killer is found, he will face the executioner post-haste!" She gestures off-handedly to Renford, but continues to speak to Edilim. "This man cannot prove who he is. Yes: The signet ring -seems- to be that of the Murandian royalty. However, a master goldsmith could forge that very same work to fool even the most trained eye. He has already lied to me once--this very day--about his identity. Think you that he cannot lie again?" She shakes her head, continuing in an even tone. "No, good sir. This area of the world sits upon the brink of huge disaster, and this man might very well be involved. If -I- were to show up in the Court of another country, with no credentials...no way of proving my identity...after having -lied- about it formerly...I would expect to be treated as such. That is not injustice: that is caution. Yes: perhaps too much caution to the point of paranoia, but the events taking place here demand such a decision. If he is who he says he is, he shall be released tomorrow when the ambassador from Murandy arrives, bearing his credentials. He shall not be harmed. He shall be given the same type of food that I shall dine upon this night, and whatever comforts he demands. And then he -shall- be released if his word is good." She trails off, nodding to herself. 'I would not expect to be treated any differently under the same circumstances."

Kellian is still staring intently at Renford. "Let us hope it the last time I have to do so."

"We are done here, I think," Theowyn makes a rather quiet statement as he walks toward Kellian and Renford. His hand goes to the shoulder of his brother, leaning him back a little though he does not seem to need it.

Einone watches, wondering if it is something in the water here, or maybe the food

Aislynn adds, "And, as Cronus states, if you are doubtful of my treatment of this man, I invite you to spend the night with him, to see that I mean this only for the good of my people."

Cherise blows out a slow breath. This has been quite the night: heads rolling, secreted armor, furtive glances, arguing lords..Light!

Renford is delighted. He looks to Eronian. "I think I shall sleep somewhere other than the dungeons this evening if you do not mind."

Alerted to Kae, the Kandori guardsman strightens visibly, and from across the room bows to the 'gleewoman' *very* deferentially, hand over heart, and down on one knee. From this position, he murmurs to Elyse beside him, but not at her ear, it is enough to perhaps carry a few feet beyond the Princess and beyond the table, "Your Highness, Her Highness Princess Etania is within," his tone is merely meant to inform, nothing more.

Edilim allows that to sink in. His eyes flicker once to Renford, then back to the Queen. He knows he's been beat, that he has no further point to argue upon, but he does not deflate before the Queen of Andor. Chest still puffed to its only slightly impressive size, his oversized nose turned arrogantly upward, he gives a light nod. "That shall not be necessary, Queen of Andor."

Eronian grins wryly, "Why not, I hear they are comfortable?"

Renford nods. "Maybe next time."

Kismet shifts in her chair again, wishing she were back at the Manor. She has many questions..

Aislynn inclines her head to Edilim in a conciliatory manner. "No. I should wager it would not." She turns to the group containing Renford, and looks inquisitively at Kellian. "I should wonder if it would, indeed, be necessary for this man to spend the night in the dungeons at all. The Tairen ambassador speaks the truth: he did, after all, hand over the traitor. Would not a comfortable room in the Palace, under -heavy- Guard 'round the clock be enough? I shall even put my own Warders to the task, if necessary."

Emrich stands at Edilim's words. He has had enough of this. He wanted things to get done tonight, and all it came down to was useless squabbling. He moves to leave, but he pauses by Aislynn as he does so, and says something for her ears alone. He mutters to Aislynn, "... so, you. Call..." With that, he walks towards the door.

Eronian nods and moves away from Renford before he does something he may later regret.

Ian removes his attention from the happenings on the main stage long enough to notice Princess Elyse's guard make such a bow to Kae. His frown is confused and annoyed, not angry. Unable to hear what is said, he focuses one more upon the Queen and company.

Kellian looks to Aislynn,"I will put myself to the task. It will be as you say. For if he speaks true then at least we are at least providing a comfortable stay while we await confirmation."

The file Leader in charge of Renford's escort pauses now to await this new verdict and seems to have no qualms either way.

Aislynn nods to Emrich, giving him a guarded smile. "Light illumine you, Lord Captain Commander. We shall speak of these matters soon."

Aislynn nods to her brother, "I shall have Nicodemus and Anluan join you."

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

Emrich has left.

Edilim seats himself once more. Quietly fuming.

Kae's gaze drifts off toward the dignitaries' table as she catches a glimpse of the guardsman's movement from the corner of her eye. Managing not to scowl, she offers the bowing man a somewhat terse nod before shifting her focus back to the proceedings. Still, she does not move from her position by the wall.

Turail leans close to Demonder, his elbow on the table, He mutters to Demonder, "Are you... cousin?... may... not... intend... table.. or..." He rests is hand on Demonder's shoulder again lightly as he speaks in his ear.

Dain raises an ebon eyebrow at nothing in particularly evident within the current situation at hand. Taking a few slow steps backwards from the dignitaries' table the Tairen leans on the wall in an attempt to continue to go unnoticed by those around him, not that this task is particularly difficult considering where most of those gathered attentions seem to be.

Demonder nods quietly in response. He mutters to Turail, "I... be fine. The man..."

Elyse straightens, bidding the lowered voice to rise from his kneel, and leans further to direct whispered questions to her gaurdsman. Her unseeing eyes turn with her head about the room, the proceedings forgotten as it is revealed to her that her older sister is present. A hushed but intense discussion between herself and the rising guardsman ensues. Most of which is conducted with the Kandori guardsman shaking his head with a regretful look and softly answering Elyse's queries as she puts them to him.

Cronus motions for preperations for a crodial arainment of the guards to ensure a pleasent exit for all involved this night. Tables are let out accordingly so that no two people with animosity shall be in contact with one another. For at least when the court is ajourned can peace settle to those that exit.

Aislynn takes a glance around at the room, still partially full of the various delegates from Andoran Houses, foreign dignitaries and other minions. She says, in a loud voice that carries throughout the Hall: "I apologize to the good delegates of Andor, and to the illuminated dignitaries who came here to discuss the matters that have been tabled for this disruption. I regret to inform you that it will be necessary to meet again, once matters in regard to his man can be established. Much information has been brought to Our attention this night, that needs contemplation. The Andoran High Court will reconvene soon; invitations will be issued to all of you. For now, however, you are dismissed." She idly smoothes her skirts, and nods politely to her brothers and the Guards standing nearby. She gives Renford a wary look, though she also nods to him as well. With that, she begins making her graceful way down the centre aisle, and toward the doors leading out of the Grand Hall.

Einone stands as Aislynn does and cutsies deeply when she passes by

Reynard snaps to full attention as the Queen nears the doors where he stands guard.

Turail rises from his chair respectfully, bending slightly forward at the waist as Aislynn passes the Hune table.

Cherise tries to stifle a yawn, succeeding only when the Queen speaks her dismissal of them all. She remembers her breeding and rises quickly to curtsey to the Queen as she departs.

Kismet rises and curtsies gracefully to the Queen.

Cronus follows instep behind Kellian and Theowyn who he guesses trail the departing Queen, as he motions for Eronian to attend.

Raziah stands quickly to curtsy appropriatly.

Raziah stands and leaves the Dignitaries' Table.

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

Aislynn has left.

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

Einone has left.

the File of guards escort Renford to a predetermined guest suite as arangements are made for proper watch

Turail stands and leaves House Hune's table.

Elyse lapses into silence as Aislynn begins to speak, her attention there, cordially. At the dismissal the Princess of Kandor rises and offers the direction of the voice a courtly curtsey, head bowed and hand pressed lightly over her bosom. When she rises from that, she immediately turns to the last direction of her guardsman's voice, whispering urgently to him once more.

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

Ian rises to his feet as Aislynn departs. His hands are clapsed behind his back respectfully, but clenched into tight pink balls of irritation where his face shows none.

Paedrig stands from his seat, bowing in respect as the Queen passing near. He eyes that exit eagerily as well.

Deleamar stands, bowing at the Queen as she leaves. Time to get out of here, though, is his only real thought. "I am tired, cousins. It is time to leave." And with that, he makes his way out.

Raziah sighs tiredly, She mutters to Einone, "... that this... plan to go to bed,... nothing else."

Einone mutters to Raziah, "... that... damn strange to be sure accepted"

You aren't placed anywhere.

Eglantine stands and leaves House Barydar's table.

Lelldorin has left.

Cherise nods and sighs to Deleamar. "Indeed.." She glances at the exit.

Deleamar stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Kismet stands, also ready to leave, "Walk with me, Lord Deleamar?"

Elyse stands and leaves the Dignitaries' Table.

Einone nods to raziah 'Aye makes sense accepted'

Kismet stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Paedrig stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Cherise stands and leaves House Roesone's table.

Raziah nods to the Novice, "I suspect we should just head back to the manot then.

Deleamar nods. "Yes, Kismet." At her request, the two leave, the madness of tonight still seeming to echo throughout this hall.

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

Deleamar has left.

Kismet leaves with Deleamar.

Kismet has left.

Kellian does not follow the Queen, but instead stays with Renford and the guards placed around him.

Edilim frowns lightly, watching many people leave. He eventually stop scowling and picks himself up to depart.

Edilim stands and leaves the Dignitaries' Table.

Einone nods slightly 'Aye, I am sure Caenna Sedai will want me where she can watch me' she murmers with a wry smile

Theowyn moves past Kellian and the others toward Elyse, shifting through the departing crowd.

Cherise begins humming softly to herself as she stretches briefly and then moves for the door.

The Kandori officer bows to Elyse and nods once, his eyes moving to Kae again, and takes Elyse's arm gently, offering her escort. He begins to slowly make his way with Elyse towards Kae across the Hall.

Renford gets escorted out

Eglantine stands, waiting silently for most of the others to depart.

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

Raziah has left.

Paedrig shakes his head briefly as he heads toward the door, muttering a few words under his breath. He leaves, some steps ahead of Renford's escort.

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

Paedrig has left.

Jessalyn leaves with Paedrig.

Jessalyn has left.

Turail begins to walk towards the doors also, a lone island in a sea of Nobles, neither stopping, nor looking left or right, a silhouette in unadorned black, hardly the bright figure of a month ago.

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

Cherise has left.

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

Einone has left.

Halfway there, the Kandori officer pauses, leaning to murmur something into Elyse's ear and bows to Theowyn as he intercepts them.

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

Turail has left.

Keeping his place, Dain simply watches people leave his hands folded before him a slight smirk on his lips as if he knew something that was not abvious to the rest of the people in the room..

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

Edilim has left.

Demonder stands and leaves House Hune's table.

Demonder makes his way through the crowd and out, rather eager to be home to his wife. He's shaking one fist especially, likely in some deal of pain.

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

Demonder has left.

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

Renford has left.

Elyse nods to her escort, smiling gently in the direction of the First Prince of the Sword, though about a foot or so off with her blank deep blue gaze. She gives another graceful, courtly curtsey intended for Theowyn, then rises.

Cronus sighs as it seems theowyn and kellian are staying but he has an injury to be tended before the bleeding over takes the capacity of the wrat around his hand. He motions for eronian to attend him and leaves.

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

Jerald has left.

Theowyn seems to pause the escort, as he comes to Elyse's free side. "Princess," he whispers. "I need to attend a few matters. I will message you this evening as to the matters discussed earlier, yes?"

Eglantine moves quietly toward the door, frowning faintly.

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

Eglantine has left.

Kae continues to, um, lean against the wall. Yes. Her gaze wanders over those departing, taking note of facial expressions and body posture. Must have been quite an interesting night, judging from the aftermath... if she notices Elyse's gradual approach, she gives no indication.

Elyse smiles graciously and inclines her head toward the voice, "Oh, of course, my Prince. At yoru convenience, naturally." There is genuine warmth in her tone.

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

Cronus has left.

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

Eronian has left.

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

Kellian has left.

Theowyn's fingers brush across Elyse's cheek. "Princess," he manages in a warm tone, before making his departure with everyone else.

Reynard continues to stand guard by the doors until everyone but Guards have left.

Elyse sighs a bit, a blush coming to those cheeks. She smiles warmly and inclines her head again towards Theowyn's voice, "My Prince," her hand reaches up to take his, but briefly, before he makes his departure with everyone else.