Dec 27, 2023 5:43 pm
The lady's expression and demeanor changes slightly, as though a weight has been lifted from her - or at least that it's weight has been decreased.
She clasps her hands before her in a grateful gesture, "Thank you, for your willingness. And I am gladdened that you see the truth of my words... Commander Andireg had told me you were good people, only true heroes could have done what you did, returning my children to safety.
And I fear these final steps may exceed my ability to see them through alone.", her eyes flick back and forth across the ground now, as she searches her mind for where to begin.
"So, I believe, there is only one possible path forward now...
I had been working for years with a person who calls themself Astalor the Collector. They claimed to be a dealer in antiquities, and indeed I had purchased tomes from them over the years to aid me in my research. Well...
To make a long story short, I believe this Collector has either come to work for the Shadow after some years, or perhaps they always have...
Astalor is behind the abduction of my children, he had sent an agent to me, demanding... well, the part of 'the puzzle' which I possess. He has asked for it casually, before, indirectly, in an 'academic colleagues'-fashion, and I always of course denied him. And so it seems he was driven to extreme action.
He... must have pieced together what I was doing, or been told... and knew he could complete the necessary steps, if only he knew what I knew. And so it was to be the life of two of my children, for the fate of the Free Peoples.", a tear gathers and falls from her eye.
"I turned his agent away... Am I a horrible mother for having chosen the Free Peoples?"
The question is spoken softly and distant, as her eyes gaze into the center of the earth, and really it seems to be posed to herself.
She sobs once nearly buckling at the waist, but then gathers herself and takes a deep breath, clears her throat and continues, a terrible and barely concealed wrath behind her words, "At the very least, we must stop Astalor... For I don't believe he will cease in trying to get the information he wants.
And further, if he wants what I know, so desperately, then he must know that he has his own last piece. Or whomever HIS master is must have it...
He had claimed not to have the most recent records I needed, but perhaps he lied...
Anyway, he is our next step.
I have agents of my own, and I have never known where he resides, we always met publicly to talk and transact. And after he confronted me for the lives of my children, I set my own agents to work, finding out where he lives.
I don't know if or when to expect word. I received their last communication just a couple days ago, and they're search has brought them to Gondor of all places...
But, so, for now, we wait, - we give my agents a bit more time, we rest, recuperate, and prepare... to find Astalor, and whatever it is he knows."
There is a grave seriousness that has drawn her face, lovely in it's middle-agedness, into something hollow-looking and forbidding.
She clasps her hands before her in a grateful gesture, "Thank you, for your willingness. And I am gladdened that you see the truth of my words... Commander Andireg had told me you were good people, only true heroes could have done what you did, returning my children to safety.
And I fear these final steps may exceed my ability to see them through alone.", her eyes flick back and forth across the ground now, as she searches her mind for where to begin.
"So, I believe, there is only one possible path forward now...
I had been working for years with a person who calls themself Astalor the Collector. They claimed to be a dealer in antiquities, and indeed I had purchased tomes from them over the years to aid me in my research. Well...
To make a long story short, I believe this Collector has either come to work for the Shadow after some years, or perhaps they always have...
Astalor is behind the abduction of my children, he had sent an agent to me, demanding... well, the part of 'the puzzle' which I possess. He has asked for it casually, before, indirectly, in an 'academic colleagues'-fashion, and I always of course denied him. And so it seems he was driven to extreme action.
He... must have pieced together what I was doing, or been told... and knew he could complete the necessary steps, if only he knew what I knew. And so it was to be the life of two of my children, for the fate of the Free Peoples.", a tear gathers and falls from her eye.
"I turned his agent away... Am I a horrible mother for having chosen the Free Peoples?"
The question is spoken softly and distant, as her eyes gaze into the center of the earth, and really it seems to be posed to herself.
She sobs once nearly buckling at the waist, but then gathers herself and takes a deep breath, clears her throat and continues, a terrible and barely concealed wrath behind her words, "At the very least, we must stop Astalor... For I don't believe he will cease in trying to get the information he wants.
And further, if he wants what I know, so desperately, then he must know that he has his own last piece. Or whomever HIS master is must have it...
He had claimed not to have the most recent records I needed, but perhaps he lied...
Anyway, he is our next step.
I have agents of my own, and I have never known where he resides, we always met publicly to talk and transact. And after he confronted me for the lives of my children, I set my own agents to work, finding out where he lives.
I don't know if or when to expect word. I received their last communication just a couple days ago, and they're search has brought them to Gondor of all places...
But, so, for now, we wait, - we give my agents a bit more time, we rest, recuperate, and prepare... to find Astalor, and whatever it is he knows."
There is a grave seriousness that has drawn her face, lovely in it's middle-agedness, into something hollow-looking and forbidding.