[u]Uicle[/u]

Uicle was irritated. He had been bullied, cajoled, and corralled into over seeing the preparations. Not only by Khan, but by the Archmage himself. Ovak was finally out of his bed, and was sitting nearby, watching in amusement as the Necromancy teacher tried to keep everything under control, juggling diplomats, his golems, and other members of the College.[color=598527]"I'll get you for this Ovak."[/color]He hissed at the Archmage in ancient Yarosmerian as yet another man came up. [color=598527]"What? No they can't have their own cooks prepare their meals! We're not going to poison them or let them have a chance to poison someone else."[/color] The messenger opened his mouth again and Uicle cut him off. [color=598527]"If they complain and threaten you, politely remind them they're a guest at the College, not conquering heroes. Some steel golems will join you to make your point nicely." [/color]

As soon as that man left, another man stepped up. Complaining something about Alaira and a forge. [color=598527]"Go grab some guards and move her if she isn't out by noon. Don't use them unless she gets violent herself though, I don't need broken bones and walls today. If she refuses to move, tell her I'll...I'll lock her in a cave unless she gets out of there, and restrict access to Lyn."[/color] The man left.

Another man stepped up, arrmed and armored, he was obviously apart of some diplomat's bodyguard. Distracted as he was making sure some Golems helped College guards break up a fight between two groups, Uicle couldn't remember where his armor said he was from. "My men and I need a place to train. Is there space somewhere?" Uicle thought for a moment then said [color=598527]"Yes, go down that hall until you reach the end of it, take a right, and then take your first left. That should lead you to a courtyard. There's someone already there, but you should have enough space." [/color]With a nod the man turned about, just as the Necromancy teacher remembered the armor, and who was in the courtyard. [color=598527]"Wait!"[/color] The man paused, looking at him. [color=598527]"You're from the Eania delegation right?"[/color] The man nodded. [color=598527]"Great! Go down this hall instead, same instructions as before."[/color] The man looked at him for a moment and then shrugged and left. [color=598527]"I don't need a massive brawl after you and Djarkel's bodyguards try to out show each other."[/color] Uicle muttered.

If he had had eyebrows Uicle would have raised them both in surprise at the small group of Snow Elves, obviously a diplomatic delegation. [color=598527]"Snow Elves? What brings the Frozen plains here?"[/color] The female elf spoke simply. "Demons and war. We need somewhere to set up." Uicle sighed. [color=598527]"Of course they do and of course you do. You! Yes, you, you stupid Gargoyle! You've been in existence for three hours not three seconds! Take the Snow Elf delegation to nearby the Eania delegates. I think they'll want to talk."[/color]

A diplomat from Tidehome showed up, complaining about how he was situated to closely to the Orcs and mentioning frequently that he was a diplomat to Tidehome. [color=598527]"I-"[/color] Uicle was about to say 'I don't care where you're from or who you represent, you pompous ass! I've bigger problems than your delicate sensibilities!', or something even more rude. Fortunately, sense won out over irritation and he spoke in as calm a tone as he was able. [color=598527]"I apologize for this inconvenience. If you'd follow this steel golem, it will guide you to a better location."[/color] The man was politely but firmly bustled off by the steel golem, much to Uicle's relief.

He turned to give as best a baleful glare at Ovak as he could, speaking once again in ancient Yarosmerian a language long dead. [color=598527]"Put Uicle in charge you said! It'll be a good idea you said! Never mind that I resisted and told you how bad an idea it would be! I [i]hate[/i] playing nice with damn politicians and diplomats!"[/color] He groaned as he saw another messenger coming, rubbing a hand across his metal face. [color=598527]"Gods help me..."[/color]


[i]Althalus[/i]

Althalus was idly wandering the gardens, amusing himself by flicking his coin between his fingers as he watched the Herbamancers bustle to and fro in preparation to make everything look nice for the diplomats. Mar was resting, and thankfully calmed down and emotionally stable, and Lyn was with Ovak playing. That left Althalus with nothing to do for the first time in a long time, and he was immensely enjoying the feeling. Walking along, his eyes spotted Alaira. She was sleeping on a bench. More importantly, she was sleeping on a bench with her spear out of her hands and propped against the wall. Althalus hadn't seen this spear before, but that mattered little. What [i]did[/i] matter was how Alaira was going to react when she realized it was gone. He wouldn't steal it and sell it or break it, of course. Just hide it nearby so she'd have to put a little effort into her day to day, and get creative thinking. He might even leave hints where it was if he had enough time.

Putting his coin safely back in his pocket, Althalus crept towards the sleeping berserker, instinctively and easily slipping into an almost completely silent walk and crouch as he approached. Carefully his hand reached for the spear, eyes on Alaira's sleeping form as his fingers gently wrapped around the haft.