[right]Tar Valon, The White Tower[/right]
[b]Anything for the White Tower Sister Galliana and Sister Surin, I accept this task.[/b]

Galliana and Surin nodded their heads. The two then exchanged a look.

"[color=82ca9d]Sister.[/color]" Galliana said turning back to Aranya. "[color=82ca9d]You must make preparations to leave before the week is over. It's imperative you arrive in Al'Cair'rahienallen quickly.[/color]" 

"[color=8882be]Which,[/color]" Surin picked up. "[color=8882be]Means you must decide soon if you'll take a warder before you leave.[/color]" She nodded to Galliana and rose. "[color=8882be]I wish you fair winds.[/color]" With those words she swept gracefully out of the room. Her warder following right on her heels. 

Galliana poured herself a new cup of tea. "[color=82ca9d]If you need anything for your journey and you cannot get it on your own, ask for me and I will see to it.[/color]" The dismissal was obvious.

[right]Almoren, Al'cair'rahienallen, Palace of the High Seat[/right]
Lady Amarr didn't pace. Instead she lounged on one of the plush sofas in her solar. Next to her General Isede did pace. His heavy boots clomped on her fine marble floors. Whenever he looked at her she frowned. The others in the room were two men from minor houses. Lords Farim and Bashere. Lord Morin'staal had taken to standing by the door. The other adviser had taken to rummaging through her late husband's liquor cabinet.

"Oh, do be seated, Joune." Sora snapped, losing patience. "It's the exact same as last time you looked five minutes ago."

The aging adviser looked up, chastised. "Sorry, M'lady." He grabbed the nearest bottle and retreated to his seat. His wife patted his knee. Lady Kate wasn't the brightest and tended to follow her husband like a lost puppy. 

"How long are we to wait?" Lord Farim muttered as Joune situated himself.

Lady Amarr switched her disapproving glare to the offending lord. He shrunk a little, but remained defiant.

"You said he'd be here. And with him all this," He gestured around the room, "Will be more than talk."

Sora had Farim pegged since day one. He was greedy and stupid and had delusions of grandeur. But he had men who would follow him. And those men she needed. Almoran needed a strong leader. Farim believed it was him. More fool him for it.

"Peace." Sora placated. "He'll be here. I promised you did I not?" She smiled, a smile that made most men quiver at the knees. For while though she was older, she was still beautiful. She used that beauty for all it was worth. "And I always keep my promises." 

Farim licked his lips. But before he could reply, the doors to Sora's Solar burst open.