[center][b][h2]Kareet of Arcaeda[/h2][/b][/center]

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Kareet, through this entire ordeal, was essentially staying in Nellara’s shadow. She was visible, but hopefully out of notice compared to the Castigator. Being that they were going to speak with this Glen, she could not see from outside how exactly the Humans were responding to these new arrivals. They had conveyed, hopefully, that these Glen were not friends, though it was admittedly more complicated than just saying they were enemies. Mythadia and the Ascendancy were not at war, and strictly speaking had “friendly” relations. They engaged in trade and carried out diplomatic exchanges. However, one would have to be quite native not to notice the rivalry beneath the peaceful facade. The Ascendancy had never come into violent conflict with their neighbor to the west, but their was an ideological conflict between them. Mythadia was a relic of an age already past, and by the Archmagister’s teaching, not one that was evolving towards a new future. They did not need to be enemies, but the Ascendancy would not let anyone stand in the way of progress. This new development, though, the arrival of the Humans…it had the potential to upset the balance between them. Even if it did not lead to war, neither side was going to give up on this. Of that, Kareet was certain.

Kareet spoke softly to Nellara just beside her. “They aren’t going to be able to speak to the Humans any more easily than we are. Still, if they know this place is occupied and they won’t have just us to deal with, that might temper their expectations of claiming this place. We should choose a place outside, in view of the fortress. Maybe try to make it clear to the Humans somehow that we are negotiating? It would be helpful if they joined us. Trying to negotiate without a language in common could take all day; that would buy us some time…”

Glancing back upon hearing some shouting, Kareet spotted a Human leaving the ship. It seemed they had already decided to get involved. 

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[center][h2][b]High District, Lenkik[/b][/h2][/center]

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Kerchek clearly had Gar’Tan’s undivided attention as he described their visitors. He hummed to himself and paused for just a few moments for more tea. “Scaleless, hairless outsiders in a land that is not their own, surrounded by unknown people to whom they cannot speak. I would be frightened too. In a situation such as this, I imagine you will want us to fly back as quickly as possible to meet with them, yes?”

The soldier, Baraw, gave a nod. “That would be preferred, yes. Castigator Nellara wants a Thought mage on-site as soon as possible.”

Gar’Tan gave a quick glance back at the pair of Inquisitors standing behind him. “I imagine the Inquisitors have the same thing in mind. Once they have made their preparations, I think we will be leaving as soon as possible. If representatives from Mythadia have arrived as well, I do imagine this situation could get uncomfortably complicated. Ah, but I have been rude, haven’t I? Neglecting the guests I have right in front of me. Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?”