[@Esailia][@Meleck]

While still somehow appearing somewhat composed the structure and leadership of Solaris was clearly cracking, behind the fissures in its walls brew sights of displeasure, unrest, undermining, distrust, plotting and fear. 

Pleasantries came from behind jaded smiles, while conversations grew fake and of devious self interest. Secret meetings were happening around every corner and whispers abruptly stopped when ever a room was entered. 

It didn’t take much to put Eliona at the head of the table but in her condition appearances and commands were scarce. There were still those that sought to defy her, especially since she was aided by an avian and a technologist. 

Despite his charming support it was Roth Ivek-Patchel, head of the bards guilds, that seemed to be conspiring the most. Hision seemed to side with him along with Tholn. 
The two large men creating an intimidating entourage beside the knowledge keeper. 
His bards were spread far and wide, masters of rumours and culture they had ears everywhere. Roth however seemed to be carefully choosing what to share, when and to whom. Wielding this knowledge like a weapon.

Even the citizen began to grow divided, splitting into seperate sects and growing with unrest. Hision quelled their concerns with entertainment but his good deeds only seemed to cement his authority over them.

In the castle the servants seemed divided. Unsure who to follow some seemed to choose their own masters. Reluctant eye-rolls and poor, slow obedience was given to any lord who was not their own. Many found new positions within the house or were often found mid a secret or odd errand.

Still, no word of Drakus reached anyone’s ears. Tholn had spent much time scouting the wreckage with his wyvern rider forces, they brought back much for examination. While no proof was definitive, even he suddenly gave up.