>>6095732ARADONESS ARARA FARARAH, HIGH PRIESTESS OF CORELLON LARETHIAN. Tall, lithe, and still epitomizing sylvan beauty, the traitor's otherwise warm features contort into a scowl the very second that you enter her awareness. Were this any other day, you would gladly do the same in turn, yet you hope to emerge from today's council meeting victorious over her, and thus allow your restraint to prevail for the moment.
SPEAKER DULNUR DARKSHADOW, SPEAKER OF THE TOWN. Like a foundry worked nonstop for centuries, the old dwarf continues his quest to pollute the air of all the Realms with the gaseous exhaust of his pipe. His severe demeanor suggests that he is less than pleased to see you again, although you cannot recall him ever wearing a different facial expression, so it is impossible to know for certain.
ARFAERN LAEL LATHALAS, HIGH SORCERER. You reread the placard once, twice, a third time, breaking into a cold sweat as the reality of what you are seeing seeps into your psyche. Coming up from several paces behind you, Lael moves toward seat with a bold stride, his apprentices nowhere to be seen. Council meetings must be boring for children - he must have sent them off elsewhere for the duration. Amaranth mentioned nothing of leaving Everlund. Perchance the two are in his care for the moment?
GUARDIAN STEN SILVERSHARD, HIGH CAPTAIN. Never without a cigarette in hand, the High Captain regards you with a nod. The bags under his eyes suggest that he has not had the privilege of a good night's rest in a tenday, but his immaculately polished armor and confident manner indicate that he is the model of readiness, even at this phase of his pathetically brief human lifespan.
MISTRESS EMITIA ROUZET, MISTRESS OF GUILDS. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. How Emitia came to be appointed as the newest Master - rather, Mistress of Guilds eludes you. Amaranth did predict that Tenpenny's successor would be chosen for the purpose of repairing the reputation of the wealthy merchants after the fat half-man's innumerable crimes. Electing one of his victims to the position could be viewed as a form of recompense by some. There is a certain burning passion in her eyes that you did not recognize when first meeting her. She greets you with a warm smile.
KEEPER WILLARD CAWLEY, KEEPER OF THE BRIDGES. This mirthless old human male appraises you with his one good eye, the other being concealed behind a patch of dark cloth. Sporting garbs that are suitable for a wealthy individual but otherwise inconspicuous, he smokes a length of rolled tobacco that is much longer than one of Sten's cigarettes, though far thinner than one of Tenpenny's cigars. As the rumors suggested, he is a difficult person to read, not reacting to your arrival in any way that might suggest how he intends to vote on the matter of aiding the Eilistraeans.
