Entrance Hall: Sun Palace, Cairhien

The Entrance hall is a large chamber, with its high, domed ceiling, centering in something that could be called a very large hallway, leading to the Great hall. The side walls are decorated with shiny, ancient and empty armors standing guard, with one colorful dressed guardsman standing between each pair of two. Tapestries featuring the rising sun of Cairhien and portraits of late rulers hang above the armors and the guardsmen.

During summer days, it can actually be a little damp in here, but disappears at night, as the cool summer evening spreads its fresh air inside. The Entrance hall bustles with morning activity. Palace servants and staff hurries across the hall in their early chores, and nobles can be seen heading down the stairs, ready for the morning-meal.

To one side is a ramp leading up to the North Tower, to the other you see the massive stairway leading up to the Sun Tower. Behind you the open Palace gates allow you to walk back out to the courtyard. A narrow, not very visible staircase between the exits to the Sun Tower and the North Tower takes you to the servant's Hall..

Jerlon, Gaylwin, Xera, Trivan, Aravin, Irinya

Many of the nobled gathered start to move toward the doors to the Grand Hall. The doors are not opening yet however, and Irinya still stands with the guards in front of it, holding out her hands, gesturing for patience. A faint smirk curls Irinya's lips upwards to one side as she hears Trivan's flattery starting again, this time targeting Xera. It is not an unfriendly expression though, more.. amused.

Gaylwin makes her way into the enterance hall of the palace. Her dress making soft sounds as she walks. Those eyes of hers looks over those gathering for the Queens announcement. Her cloak, has a fine layer of dust from the trip in from the countryside. She didn't even have time to stop and get properly freshened up.

Xera smiles warmly at Trivan's flattery, saying in an amused tone, "Come now Lord Trivan, one would think we were at a ball to hear you talk such..." oddly enough not offering the man her name.

The Andoran is coming. Leading Lady Serenia, Lord Jerlon heads into the entrance hall. The man is tall, that for an Andoran and certainly for most Cairhien's, his manner being a hint heavy as he looks across the nobles that are gathering. A reassuring nod is offered to Serenia, his eyes searching out hers briefly, though he seems his attentions ahead.

As she gets closer to the others a lone thin brow raises slightly at the mention of a familiar name. Turning her slippered feet in that direction Gaylwin walks towards Lord Trivan with a small smirk on her face.

Serenia leans her head in close to her husband, eyes watching the others about her without emotion, She mutters to Jerlon, "Jerlon, you'll... We're... Court... plotted attempt against..." She pats him gently on the arm, then removes her hands noticeably away from him.

Jerlon senses "Serenia leans her head in close to her husband, eyes watching the others about her without emotion, "Jerlon, you'll have to relax. We're at a High Court session, not the next plotted attempt against my life." She pats him gently on the arm, then removes her hands noticeably away from him."

Aravin allows himself to be engulfed by the crowds of nobles, not especially wishing to set himself apart. He continues to say little, and when he does speak, it is most often merely a word or two to some country lord just arrived in the city for the announcement today. His demeanor, for those typical Cairhienins who take special notice of such seemingly meaningless things, is rather serious and businesslike. His gaze, should it happen to cross anothers might appear somewhat unsettling, as might the occasional wry chuckle to himself, but nothing of special notice. He stands comfortably, if with a rather regal air, and waits for the proceedings to begin.

Something seems to happen near the doors to the Grand Hall. One of the guards standing before it leans forward to whisper something to Irinya, who nods quickly, subtly in response. People are stirring in the room, becoming more anxious to be allowed in, and for the session to start. Yet most nobles are of course trained at least in how to /appear/ patient.

Suddenly, the doors slowly swing aside, pushed open by the two guardsmen that were standing before them.

"You may now enter the Grand Hall! Her Majesty Adelina Tiigril, Queen of Cairhien, will now hold her session. " Irinya's voice rings out like bells through the room, clearly, yet she doesn't have to raise her voice much at all. Some Aes Sedai trick?

Irinya walks further along the corridor until entering the Grand Hall through the gilded doors

Jerlon nods a little reluctantly to Serenia's words, swiftly heading toward the Grand Hall at the invitation within.

Xera immediately steps forward into the hall, breaking off her conversation abruptly.

Xera walks further along the corridor until entering the Grand Hall through the gilded doors

It looks like Gaylwins surprise of Trivan will have to wait till after the ceremony. One mustn't keep the queen.

Aravin glances about for a moment before following without further ado the flow of nobles into the hall.

Gaylwin walks further along the corridor until entering the Grand Hall through the gilded doors

Aravin walks further along the corridor until entering the Grand Hall through the gilded doors

Jerlon walks further along the corridor until entering the Grand Hall through the gilded doors

You walk further along the hallway until you reach further into the Grand Hall through the gilded doors.

Grand Hall: Sun Palace, Cairhien

The Grand Hall is magnificent. Tall marble columns in a darkly blue shades reach up all the way to the high, domed ceiling. The floor is also of blue, polished marble, and a red carpet embroidered with gilded lines reaches from the entrance gates all the way up the dais, then ends at the foot of the Sun throne. At the end of the hall, the Sun throne itself stands centered atop a wide dais of deep blue marble. The great heavy armed chair glitters with gild and golden silk. Somehow its lines are straight and plain, with the wavy-rayed Rising Sun above it.

In summer days, it can actually be a little damp in here, but disappears at night, as the cool summer evening spreads its fresh air inside. Many people heads in the direction of the Dining Hall, to have their breakfast served. Others stands in small pairs of two or three in casual conversation.

Between the columns to one side you can see an entrance to the Dining Hall, and the gilded doors facing the Sun Throne lead you back to the Entrance Hall.

Jerlon, Aravin, Gaylwin, Xera, Irinya, Leah, Adelina

Trivan arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.

Baltar arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.

Sitting upon the sun throne, the famous sun crown glittering resplendantly upon her head, is Adelina Tiigrill, Queen of Cairhien. Not a spec of emotion can be seen on her features as she calmly watches those of her nobility enter the room. A light frown touches upon her features when she notices a few foreigners, despite her efforts to keep them away; however foreign anything by marriage cannot be stopped. A light sigh escapes her, noticeable only to those who are in her immediate area. Standing beside her is a woman who looks vaguely like herself, though does not hold an exact resemblance: Lady Leah of House Ostlyn.

Gaylwin comes walking into the Grand hall with the rest of the nobles. Something about being in this place with the queen so near makes her try and straighten her dress and dust off the cloak she wears to be alittle more presentable.

With a soft rustle of Domani Silks, Irinya glides through the hall as the doors are opened, the gathering of nobles soon filling the hall behind.. Her features are serene, a coppery visage that shows no age or expressions. Dark eyes settle calmly on Adelina, as she curtsies, a dip of her knees and nod of her head, just the accoustomary respect needed, and expected. Anything more, or less would raise suspicions.. After that, she moves to stand on the opposide side of Adelina, where Leah is, her accustomary place as the Royal Advisor.

Serenia walks in, side by side, with Jerlon. She murmurs a few things to him as she makes her way through the doors. A brow lifts gently as she notices the various guards around, lips pressing together in a thoughtful manner. She allows herself to be led forward, to wherever Jerlon fancies to sit them both.

With that air of arrogance, Duke Baltar enters the Grand Hall. His stride is rather casual, those golden eyes predatory in nature, near wild, in the way they look from noble to noble. Soon enough, he gazes upon the Queen, a light knowing smile showing some amusement. He heads for his seat.

Xera is one of the first to enter the hall. She walks up towards the Queen, also offering a curtsey before moving off to the side.

Aravin is amid the flow of nobles as they funnel into the Grand Hall. He spots the Queen soon enough, and this it seems, more than any goings on in the entrance hall seems to pique his interest. Finding a place for himself more towards the back of the hall, yet close enough to observe and hear easily, he watches the queen curiously, peculiarly even. A slight flash of surprise as he also spots who appears to be her attendant, the Lady Leah.

The Queen returns Irinya's respectful gesture with one of her own, nodding her head just so; no more and no less. Her eyes then fall upon Xera, another of her personal entourage. A thin smile does grace her lips for the briefest of moments as her gaze falls upon that particular woman. There's an air of waiting about her, as though she's allowing those who enter their time to get settled before starting.

Leah nods once to acknowledge something the Queen has murmured to her and remains standing beside the throne in the usual location Ladies in wating stand. She quietly watches everyone arrive and nods or gives a half curtsey as appropriate to the various ranking nobles.

Jerlon does indeed lead them toward the place of their sitting. He mutters to Serenia, "I... High... in... Perhaps you... all... first..." His tone would suggest some sarcasm.

You sense Jerlon does indeed lead them toward the place of their sitting. "I have not been involved in the High Court, not even in Andor. Perhaps you will do all the talking this first time around for me?" His tone would suggest some sarcasm.

A brow quirks in answer to Jerlon's words, causing a small frown to appear on Serenia's lips. "If that is how you would prefer it." She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, for once not the one starting trouble between the two of them.

Trivan strides into the area a halfstep behind Irinya and turns to survey the others entering. His glance rests on one particular young woman and a smile grows on his lips, hand extending to the newcome young woman. "Over here, Lady Saldryan. " the voice seems to come from behind a knot of taller nobles so the speaker is barely unseen.

The thin, close fitting layers of Domani silk is a stark contrast to the more severe ways the majority of the Cairhienin nobles dress. The Queen's advisor is placed strategically, next to, but slightly behind the throne. A whisper, or a note can easily be exchanged without attracting too much notice. She can even slip back into the shadows, if it would be deemed necessary. No such whispers or notes are exchanged at this moment however.

Once settled, Aravin watches the procession of nobles intently, and among others, his gaze lingers on Lord Balter a bit longer than some. Always though, his eyes are drawn back to the Queen..or more specifically perhaps to the crown she wears.

Leah 's attention is split between the advisor taking her place and his sister who is approaching. Prudently, he simply stays where he is.

As soon as every one settles, the Queen rises from the throne, her smaller form masked by the height of the dais which supports the golden chair. Brown eyes settle briefly upon each of the nobility present this night, her lips thinning thoughtfully. Holding out a hand, she signals quiet within the room; the light glints off the gold of one of her rings.

Jerlon settles into his seat, nodding lightly to Serenia's words. He does go silent, catching the Queen and the Lady beside her. He also takes notice of Baltar, noting Jerlon's cousin is not with him.

Serenia finally takes her seat, as indicated by Jerlon. From the expression on her features, she's slightly annoyed at something.

Leah remains standing adjacent to the throne to serve whatever need the Queen may require of her. Such a large gathering and the gazes drifting over her from tiem to time bring a faint hint of color to her cheeks.

Trivan quietly guides his sister to a chair where both have a good view yet are not prominently forward. Seems his position tends to be more one a soldier would choose, backs protected by a wall.

Baltar shifts in the seat, leaning pulling it away from the table and leaning back with his leg crossed horizontal to the floor. For the moment his attention is up ahead to the Queen, though with that woflish blood, he likely is not missing much. He's likely doing his best not to take notice of the Aes Sedai within the room.

"Many of you are probably wondering why I called this session." The Queen begins, her voice speaking out in an easy manner. There is a patient expression upon her features as she watches those who sit within the hall. "Well, its simple really. We've received a missive recently from this man called the Savior." A smirk enters her eyes, belying the Queen's regard for the man.

Irinya's dark, almost penetrating gaze drifts from person to person, lingering longer on some, making mental notes about manners and expressions shown, while it glides past other. Baltar receives one of the longer inspections, while no indication is offered what she is thinking herself. As the Queen speaks, the Advisor makes sure to try to catch as many of the reactions as possible. It may be of value to know where people stand.

Aravin listens attentively and with interest, but his expression reveals nothing of his thoughts on the matter other than perhaps a sense of seriousness.

Jerlon shifts his gaze from the Queen to Serenia, giving her a questioning look that likely needs to answers.

Leah is making her own quiet perusal of the area but she seems more to be noting who attended and who did not. She ttttils her angle just a little to permit herr too spot some of the ones tucked in here and there and turned so a little less visibble. On soptting Aravin, her gaze lingers for a fewmoments and she gives a tiny nod.

Tirvan sits quietly, eyes narrowing a little and growing just a bit cool at the mention of the Savior.

"This man has asked the permission of the courts to allow Ambassadors to come to Cairhien. In his missive, he explains that in writing, he is extending us a," Adelina pauses a moment, motioning delicately with her hand as she continues, "or rather an expression of good will by doing so. He would like to open trade negotations between Cairhien and Tear, as well as enter into negotations between our respective lands to retain peace between ourselves."

No answers can be found on Serenia's features. A calm remains with her, even at the announcement that this involves the Savior. Though, a wry expression does take root in her eyes. Smoothing over her skirts, she folds her hands in her lap afterwards.

Aravin listens silently, still making no reaction, other than the slightest hint of a nod towards the Queen's attendant even though Leah's gaze has already moved on to others, though he might as well have been glancing at his shoes for all it appears a sign of recognition.

"SInce the missive arrived just a short while ago, I still have time to answer in an appropriate amount of time." The Queen continues, eyes once more washing over her subjects; for even in nobility that is who these people are. "I seek council on how I should state Cairhein stands."

Cairhein

The advisor with red fringed shawl across her shoulders will of course, when the time for words come, have both opinions and suggestions on the matter, but is waiting for a good oppurtunity to speak. It may also be better to way until a few others have ventured their opinions first. Full, almost square-shaped lips purse thoughtfully.

"To help fund his crusade?" Baltar states with a smirk, moving forward in the seat with a hungry and unsatisfied gaze. "Who would benefit from such trade relations? He would, insuring he has needed supplies when he heads for his next target. Though I am willing to hear advantages of this, if we know where he is heading next, if anywhere at all?

Aravin finally reveals something of what he might be thinking when the Queen speaks her final words asking for council. A slight grin comes to his face, and his eyes flicker with...expectation? It would take much for anyone farther off than the person standing next to him to notice the slight variations however. Perhaps he finds it amusing, or even ironic, that a queen would gather all her most powerful rivals and ask them for advice. But a wise move or no? He isn't sure himself.

Malachai arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.

Serenia's eyes remain on the queen as she leans a touch to speak with her husband, She mutters to Jerlon, "... you... matter,... you to... so. You... afterall,... have a say in such matters... of..." With that she grows quiet once more, her eyes touching briefly upon Baltar.

Jerlon senses "Serenia's eyes remain on the queen as she leans a touch to speak with her husband, "If you have something to say on the matter, I encourage you to do so. You are, afterall, my husband. You have a say in such matters as a member of Cairhienin nobility now." With that she grows quiet once more, her eyes touching briefly upon Baltar."

Leah 's glance is drawn to the more vocal reactions and again drifts over the assembly.rraises his vioce in a deep rumble that expresses his opinion, or at least partially. "Re-Establish trade? Was he that killed it adn he whose warring put some of our affiliate concerns in Tear out of business. Many of us suffered losses. " Such a polite way of saying 'don't put your hand back in the dog's mouth after he has bitten you once.

Leah 's glance is drawn to the more vocal reactions and again drifts over the assembly.

Trivan raises his vioce in a deep rumble that expresses his opinion, or at least partially. "Re-Establish trade? Was he that killed it adn he whose warring put some of our affiliate concerns in Tear out of business. Many of us suffered losses. " Such a polite way of saying 'don't put your hand back in the dog's mouth after he has bitten you once.

"Perhaps this is a good opportunity to seek alliances elsewhere." The Andoran could only be speaking of one nation, of course, seemingly encouraged by his wife's words. "I think we can all agree this Savior is more of a problem then a blessing." Jerlon's voice is rather weak, but he does set his jaw in a stubborn manner.

Xera arches an eyebrow at Jerlon's words, "And where exactly do you recommend we seek an ally?" she says drolly, her tone of voice suggesting she has an idea where he might be thinking.

"First there are two choices to make. " Irinya's room is carried out across the Grand Hall easily, without being raised more than speaking clearly. Soft and smooth, yet clear, like velved moved across well-polished marble. "Should the Ambassadors be allowed to come? If not, we take the hostile stance right away, and may not be able to find out about their intentions. If we allow them here, we may come to second choice. Accept their offers, or decline them. Decline is a notion I believe most gathered here share. " Har gaze shifts to Jerlon, and she nods slowly, partly to him, and to some thought that occured to herself.

The sound of boots clicking against the polished marble of the Grand Hall can be heard, as three armored individuals walk down the long entrance gate toward the meeting. Late, to be sure...but armored? The foremost of the trio is Malachai, and upon looking on them, the Nobles linin the hall would be able to see them as members of the Children of the Light. He stops, just short of joining the assembly, and glances around the room, examining the people inside, not appearing entirely impressed. He searches out Adelina with his eyes. The two men behind him seem deadly serious. The swords on their hips are not just there for decoration.

The Aes Sedai advisor leans slightly to the side and forward to whisper something to Adelina, as the armed Whitecloaks enter the hall. It seems urgent.

Aravin hesitates a moment, not sure whether he wants to draw attention to himself, but he finally does so. "Ignoring the man will not make him go away. We speak as from the position of power, but is this the case? It would be well to remeber nations as great as ours have already fallen to him. Such a man should not be dismissed lightly."

Xera murmurs, "Apparently it isn't only Andorans who choose to impose themselves on this meeting," to no one in particular as the Whitecloaks enter.

Nodding at each of the responses, a thoughtful expression comes to the Queen's features, "Each of your concerns are equally as important. But, are we willing to risk the consequences of denying his petition outright?" She counters, her voice taking on a questioning note. Lifting a hand, she brings her fingers to lips in a thoughtful manner, tapping them. She steps away from her throne, still remaining on the dais and paces back and forth a few feet in a contemplative manner, "Should we simply refuse to hear his words, he could outright declare war on Cairhien." Looking back to those who've attended, "Do we want to risk that? Or, would the lesser of the two evils be to allow him his brief amusements?"

Irinya mutters to Adelina, "... of... allowed... Sun... and... Grand Hall itself? What... surely... such... freedom. It must... clear who is..."

The Whitecloak's entrance seems to steal much of Baltar's attention for those brief moments. He leans back on the chair, this time taking a passive gaze from the Queen to the men entering.

Serenia sharply and very poingantly looks in Xera's direction at her comments, "If I remember correctly, those who are connected to a Cairhienin House through marriage are welcome. Let not one's heritage become an issue here when the issue at hand is this Savior, who has managed to do more destruction in the southern lands and unite more commoners under him than any other person during our time."

Leah murmurs almost to herself, yet as the only member of the Ostlyn house present, perhaps the Queen's cousin may be considering their point. And furthering discussion. However interensing or not her words might have been, they do not carry beyond The Queen and perhaps her advisor as she satnds near.

Spotting out Adelina, Malachai raises a hand in a gesture to the men behind them. They stay at the entrance of the Hall as Malachai himself begins to move toward the Throne. Taking off his helmet, it's suddenly very clear how amazingly young the man is, for the position he's attained. Arriving at the foot of the dias, Malachai looks up at the Queen, silently, and drops to one knee. "Forgive my lateness, Your Majesty."

Xera waves her hand at Serenia in an insultingly dismissive gesture, her attention clearly directed at the armed men who have just entered the meeting.

Jerlon backs down in his chair at Xera's comment, though his elbows come rested on the table at response to Serenia's words. He continues on, ignoring the comments. "History has taught us that men of his greed can not be compromised and tinkered with in hopes we would not be taken in their sworm."

There is an audible sniff which is directed in Xera's direction. Serenia turns her attention back to Jerlon, "Of course, if the Houses of Cairhien prefer inbreeding..." This is stated to her husband, but those seated around her can hear her words perfectly clear. An all too innocent expression comes to her features, as she makes her point.

As the moments pass, Aravin begins to rethink his decision to speak, and happily watches as a much more interesting diversion arrives. Whitecloaks, specifically. Well this should make for an eventful session in the least. He watches, as a spectator more than anything else.

Xera nods at Serenia, finishing her sentence for her, "...then they'll certainly have you to turn to, now be quiet!" she snaps.

You +warn Xera

Warning: You may be placing yourself in a situation that may be hazardous to your character. Please proceed with caution.

The young noble who was just told to be 'quiet' does nothing to even acknowledge the other woman's presense, acting as though the noble is beneath her. Serenia turns her eyes to regard the others, watching carefully how the Queen will react.

Baltar might be taking some offense to this, considering his marriage to an Andoran woman. A Duchess no less. "Always brilliance from that side of the room," he inclines his head arrogantly enough in Xera's direction, finding these Whitecloaks still a bit distracting. Especially since they seem to be welcomed.

Leah 's glance rises to sweep over the men waiting near the door as if seeking a familiar visage. None found, her gaze slides back to rest on the one who seems to be the ranking WhiteCloak, now standing so near.

Adelina visibly pauses by the Aes Sedai before Malachai makes his way to the Throne, answering her Advisor in whispered words. She mutters to Irinya, "The... of... guests of Cairhien,... as... weapons,... sanctioned guest... the... I... with that... Advisor... well..." Her tone is cautionary, yet fond as she speaks to the Red Sister. Stepping away from the other woman, she finds herself facing the crowd once more. She watches as Malachai makes his way to the front of the room. Unfamiliar with the new Lord Captain Commander, there is an obvious look of surprise which graces her features; though it does not last overly long. She starts to say something when bickering rises amongst the nobility. She directs a frown toward Xera, and issues a warning look, before turning to regard Malachai once more. "We pardon your lateness, Lord Captain Commander. Please," she motions with her hand toward those seated, "have a seat and join in on the discussions."

Bowing his head gracefully, the young Lord Captain Commander stands once more. "I thank you, my Queen. And please, call me Malachai." He swivels and examines the Nobles at the table once more, looking for an open seat, moving back to join his troops, in the mean time. When he comes to face the Queen once more, he places a loaded look toward Irinya. He doesn't look pleased.

Tilting her head slightly, Irinya listens calmly to Adelina's response, nodding slowly to this, pursing her lips slightly at that. There could have been a hint of a small frown flickering across her features for a moment, but it is soon gone. Has it something to do with the new arrival of the Children of the Light? Relations was always tense between them and the White Tower.. Let pray that it do not escalate. Finally she nods her understanding to the Queen's response, seemingly leaving whatever the issue was be for now. Her dark eyes settles for a moment on the Lord Captain Commander, making mental notes, measuring him up, getting her first impressions of this man. No, bickering and poisonous arguments are likely to make both look like fools in a situation like this. She does not offering him any greeting, nod or bow of her head. Not yet. Perhaps she is testing him? Leah is whispering something to her as well, and she shakes her head slowly before she answers.

Leah shakes her head a little but remains silent, now not the place for the discussion which might ensue further questions.

Jerlon roles his eyes at Xera's response, for the most part ignoring the woman as he turns to Serenia with a quized expression. Quietting down, he looks to the Queen with a vague stare. He mutters to Serenia, "... Cairhienin noble... was... What a pleasant change. She... seem bright,... be..."

You sense Jerlon roles his eyes at Xera's response, for the most part ignoring the woman as he turns to Serenia with a quized expression. Quietting down, he looks to the Queen with a vague stare. "Interesting... I've yet to meet a Cairhienin noble that was blunt. What a pleasant change. She doesn't seem bright, I'm sure tormenting her would not be a challenge."

Once everyone is settled once more, the Queen turns a curious gaze toward those within the room, "Then am I to take the silence on the questions I posed as my answer. We should send a response stating we are not amicable to allowing Ambassadors, denizens of peace, into Cairhien, and instead gear ourselves toward War, if not outright invasion?" She tsks at her nobles rather audibly, giving each a chagrined look. "If that is the will of this council, I shall do just that. I do not know, however, if we, you, any of us would survive such a feat."

Aravin keeps his little gems of wisdom to himself now, especially with the recent arrival. The gears in his head are working overtime though. He glances about at all those present, almost excitedly.

Baltar mutters a few choice words under his breath, glaring at the Whitecloaks briefly enough. "Let them come," he states with frustration. "It will buy us time to gain more insight on this savior." That attention again goes to the Whitecloaks.

"Given the alternative, I do believe it would be beneficial for them to come." Serenia's voice rises above the place where she sits, eyes carefully taking in the image of the Queen. This young noble has had a reputation for being slightly ruthless, herself. "I do not see the harm it would do to at least listen. If we do not like what they have to offer, we can send them home."

Trivan makes a low, near growl under his breath. His expression hardens at the tone of the Queen's statements. Iw is with a gruff tone that is almost flat in intonation he responds. "Let 'em come. Be up to us to keep them from finding out what we do not want them to know, or seeing they do not carry word away of it." There is no trheat whatsoever in the words, just a simple summary of the thoughts manymust be thinking by this point.

Xera adds her own two coppers, saying, "If nothing else we can attempt to appraise the man through the men he sends to speak for him, rather more direct than rumor."

"Time. " That single world eachoes clearly between the marble pillars of the Grand Hall as Irinya speaks again. "If we are to start preparing for a possible conflict, we need as much time as possible for it. An army and an alliance is not strengthened and forged within a day. " Her gaze flickers towards the Lord Captain Commander at the mentioning of time to raise an army. He should know, for sure. "Time. And caution. If a time comes when it is best to strike, politically or by force, we have better be well prepared. "

Adelina turns her expression to Malachai, " The discussion regards whether or not we should allow Ambassadors from the Savior to grace the courts of Cairhien with their presense. Do you have an opinion on this topic?" There is a tone of respect to her voice as she addresses the younger man.

Irinya seems to be studying Malachai again, and awaiting his response, before giving away her own final vote. The man might even have something useful to say.

Crossing his arms, Malachai seems to scowl slightly, and he matches Irinya's gaze for a moment, before shifting to the Queen and softening. "If I may, Your Majesty. This, so-called 'Savior' was responsible for a great blow dealt recently to the Children. He is not to be trusted. We must all be on guard against any attempt on his part to gain intelligence on this city and it's people. He will surely attempt to undermine your own power soon."

The Queen nods her head a touch in consideration of Malachai's words, "Would it not be better to meet him on our own terms, head to head, than on terms that he arranges himself, however?" A question to be considered. "I doubt that any commoner rabble he sends to Cairhien will be efficient enough in the Great Game to see the true meaning behind words spent, if he does not become paranoid as half of all the courts are." Her eyes go out amongst the other nobles, taking note of the others reactoins. Oh, she's aware of exactly how paranoid some are.

"Appraising men," Jerlon smirks shows, his eyes lightly moving to Xera as though he has other meaning in the words before he goes on. "I believe other nations would have an interest in forging alliances against this man. Better to start now then later. Those nations directly around the Savior's land will have the most to fear, if we strike alliances with them against the Savior it will strangle his own supplies. A pipe dream I know, but better then watching him set forth. We've heard rumors of his intentions, and they not include our noble blood holding power in the lands. Any lands."

"If I may, your Highness. ", Irinya says calmly. "We cannot be certain that these ambassadors are 'commoner rabble'. I see no reason for paranoia. But underestimating one's enemies is dangerous, and can lead to danger. " She lets her gaze simply slide over and past the Lord Captain Commander, despite that she is including him in this discussion. "His Ambassadors may have skills and abilities we do not know of. "

Xera glances back at Jerlon, noting, "The assumption there being that other nations must be more trusting...or more trustworthy."

Leah silently listens, eyes seeking each of those speaking one by one. Her own thoughts she does not betray.

Malachai takes his chance to continue, looking around the gathering. "His ambassadors wil likely be darkfriends. As he himself is. Their abilities are likely unknown, and possibly even granted by the Dark One itself." With a look at Irinya specifically, and then a long glance at each of the members of the council, there's something unsettling about his gaze, as it seems to imply guilt of some sort. He searches in the eyes of every Noble present, as if looking for something.

Xera regards the Whitecloak's statements with rather open skepticism.

Aravin remains silent as well, but still pays close attention. Some might hear his opinions in time, but he gains nothing by voicing them here. He takes the opportunity to meet the brash young Whitecloak's gaze with a somewhat unsettling one of his own, but only for a moment.

A brow visibly lifts upon Adelina's features at Malachai's words, "That is to assume that they have abilities or powers or the like." Looking out over the others, she nods her head to herself a moment, "We will extend a hand to them, though a wary one. We will call a session later if offers of trade or peace are brought up. I ask that you all take care in the alliances that you form. As they will be watched, so too are you." That's a much a warning as anything, and enough to place the nobility on edge. Though, surely, the masses know word of their actions reach the Queen, sooner or later. "We will deal with this man the best we can, though I agree having time to do so is one of our best options." Then she addresses Malachai once more, "If the Ambassadors turn out to be Darkfriends, they will be tried in Cairhienin courts first, then turned over to you, as agreed. However, I'd like to work on the assumption that they are men who've been misguided by that man first, if they are men who are sent at all."

Trivan calmly returns any glances aimed his direction. That he does not approve of the ambassadors coming he permits to show briefly in his expression. It is a given that he can think of no viable alternatives thus remains silent.

"Yes. Darkfriends can be found within the most unsuspected ranks. ", Irinya fills in to Malachai's speech. And he receives his own specific look from Irinya, at what just that might imply. Tension is clearly in the air between these two, yet without open insults. That would very likely make them look bad. As Adelina speaks, she turns her attention there, obsidian waves of hair shifting smoothly over her shoulders. Her coppery visage shows only serenity and calm. "Indeed. Caution. Meanwhile. I would suggest we prepare ourselves accordingly, in case the situation of sudden conflict would arise. It may, after all be to mislead us. "

The young noble woman of House Hagon listens to the words spewed about here and there. Her eyes dimly rest on the Lord Captain Commander. Pressing her lips together, a thoughtful expression comes to her eyes, though she keeps her opinion silent. Serenia glances to her quiet husband curiously, but shrugs her shoulders and continues to listen.

Baltar's golden eyes express some amusement, but its brief. "And as we buy time, so is he, recovering from his current victories."

Xera arches an eyebrow at that, turning to Baltar, "You recommend we attack first?" she says pointedly.

An eyebrow raises at Irinya's look. Surely the woman was not implying anything about himself. An Aes Sedai Witch. It's almost comical! He forces himself not to laugh openly at her statement, but subsides himself instead with a smirk. "I will inform the Children of your decision. I will order them to act without hostility toward these...ambassadors. But don't expect them to be happy about it." Indeed, the two Children which entered with Malachai appear to be grumbling. "However, I cannot /always/ have an eye on them. In their dedication to the Light, they may act outside of my orders and decide to extract some justice from any vassal of this...Savior." Malachai tilts his head, appearing truly almost, saddened by the idea. "They would have to be punished, of course."

Xera frowns at Malachai, saying bluntly, "So kind of you to let us know the level of control you have over your men Lord Captain Commander."

The Queen's reaction is slow to come at Malachai's words. A frown forms upon her lips, "Indeed, they would. I would expect them to be reminded that they follow the laws of Cairhien when within her walls. Should they act, they will be tried under Cairhienin courts first." There's a definite crispness to Adelina's voice. Again, she delivers another warning look in Xera's direction. "That is, of course, unless they deem murder or attack without provication a crime that is blessed by the Light?" There is a hint of questioning as Adelina turns her eyes back to Malachai.

"Of course, any punishments have to come after a proper /Cairhienin/ trial and after proof. Not assumptions and decisions, opinions stated beforehand.. " Another look is given to Malachai after that comment. And there is a faint, upward quirk of her lips. But no warmth, her dark eyes are hard. Oh yes, she is implying about both Malachai and the Whitecloaks, and will continue to do so as long as his own insults continue.

Gaylwin sits beside her brother in the mix of all the nobles. one leg crossed over the other and her hands placed neatly across her lap. Her eyes shift back and forth over those there trying to learn people and associate them with the proper names. She really has spent much too much of her time out in the country instead of in the city.

Malachai looks from Xera, Adelina, and Irinya in turn. He shakes his head. "I fear you may have myself and my men confused. I'm looking only to protect Cairhein from the insinutions of the Dark. Make no mistake. I'll submit to Cairheinin laws as appropriate, and will force any of my men to do so as well. But that will not stop a war from igniting should one of them decide to take matters into their own hands. My men lost family in the battle at Illian recently, as well as a well-loved Leader. They don't take that lightly." He gestures to Adelina, his own voice crisp and smooth despite attempted barbs by Xera and Irinya. A charmismatic speaker, to be sure. "Your own people might likely have heard rumors of the man's coming, and might not be entirely eager to have the man's servants in town, meeting publicly with their Queen. I would suggest, if anything, that these Ambassadors arrive, and leave, in secret." His eyes narrow. "And that's only if you insist on bringing them here. You're sitting on an Illuminator's powder keg, your Majesty. I would suggest you tread carefully."

Leah looks toward the young woman in country dress seated beside the head of House Rhinorth ten politely lets her glance drift away and back to following the conversation in progress.

Trivan idly reaches over to pat Gaylwin on the hand a few times, murmuring. "Don't know a handful of these myself. We'll have to learn them together." The words are pitched only for her ears.

"I honor your suggestion, Lord Captain Commander", Irinya says, her voice, calm, smooth, almost purringly soft. Her lips curve slowly upwards, a little bit more towards one side than the other, as her dark, hard gaze settles on Malachai. She turns to regard Her Majesty, the hardness softening considerably. "It would work, if it were not for the fact that these decisions have been made in front of a large body of people. It would be impossible to have so many people swear an oath of silence. This will be out among the gossipers as early as tonight. " She looks away and to the many nobles gathered.. Who will gossip? Who will spread lies and false rumours, about one or the other?

Gaylwin shifts in her chair slightly listening. A slender hand reaching up to her hair to adjust the pins making sure that they hold the hair up on her head firmly. Her deft fingers find a stray strand and tucks it back where it is supposed to be. 'There is no need to worry. I have a mind for faces. This all is quite exciting.' She gestures with a hand over towards one of the men in the room, She mutters to Trivan.

"Your council will be taken into consideration, Lord Captain Commander." Adelina's voice floats smoothly throughout the room. "If there is nothing further, the hour is growing late." Her eyes move between those present. Those that know her, also know she has a young child to take care of, when she has the time to give attention to her young daughter.

The Lord Captain Commander says nothing, merely nodding his head slightly. "I only wish to say that you have my continued support in this, Your Majesty, so long as you maintain caution in your dealings with the man. I'm also confident that you'll come to wish you had acted against the man sooner." He crosses his arms and looks over toward Baltar, perhaps because they seem to agree about what to do against the coming storm. The frown on his face seems to imply otherwise, as Malachai studies the man's eyes. Coldly, he looks the man up and down, as if appraising him.

Leah waits quietly at her position, a glance going to Adelina to pick up any of the cues they two seem to have almost unconsciously developed over a period of time. "Refreshments have been left in the Palace Gardens for any who care to partke of them. " the announcement is made in even tones that are polite in nature.

"I believe this is within the interest of the White Tower as well, Your Majesty", Irinya adds. Her eyes, too, for some reason, flicker to Baltar. Ahh. The disrespectful one. Well, he was taught hopefully a useful lesson to be more cautious in the future. She dips her knees, the silken fabrics of her close fitting dress rustling softly, and she bows her head, to Adelina. "I will go and take care of the necessary formalities from this desision together with Leah. " She inclines her head slightly to the Queen's Attendant.

Baltar continues to not look at the Aes Sedai, his eyes quickly passing past the Red when he scans the room. Though he nods in agreement to the discussion, he's obviously got a few grudges by the look on his features.

"Yes, yes, of course." The Queen answers, already moving herself toward the Kitchen where she can make her way up the back stair to her private chambers. Without any further words, she moves to exit the chambers entirely.

Adelina goes home.

Aravin glances about, and shifts slightly in his place as it seems things are wrapping up.

"I am a little tired myself." Serenia murmurs to Jerlon. Rising, she starts to stretch a bit, working out the kinks in her arms. Its hard to miss the noticeable wince as she does so, and the fact that she favors her right arm.

Trivan rises and gives a respectful deep bow as the Queen leaves, holding his position until she has exited the room, then returning to an errect posture.

Jerlon stands up in near mirror motion to his wife, offering her his arm. "Of course," he agrees quietly, taking escort of Serenia.

Aravin stands when the large portion of other nobles begin to do so as well, content to let the refreshment seeking crowd lead him along.

Xera remains where she is, letting the others file out of the hall.

As the official meeting seems to be at an end Gaylwin slowly rises to her feet. A curtsey to the departing queen. She gives Trivan a pert smile flashing that dimple on her cheek. "It is so good to see you brother. I trust you will not object to me staying for a while at your home. I do not wish to be an inconvienance?"

Leah looks toward the Aes Sedai and nods to her, relaxing enough to smile. "Most have been to the gardens before and the usual fare is set up. Perhaps we can renew some old acquaintenances for a while though.

Aravin walks through the gilded doors out to the entrance hall.

"I fear not", Irinya answers Leah. "We have many issues that need to be taken care of right away, from these decisions. " There is a faint, motherly smile offered to the attendant, as she start to walk in gliding, graceful steps out from the chamber, seemingly expecting Leah to follow. No time to waste.

With a frown, Malachai watches the assembled Nobles file out into the garden. He pays close attention to Xera and Baltar, and offers a nod to the others as they pass. To Irinya, he shows nothing but an impassive stare. Finally, he, and the two Whitecloaks with him journey into the garden, in order to mingle a bit.

Trivan says "Object? Light, Lass, I'm rattling round that big old house and the servants near worrying me to death wanting something to keep busy. My house is yours to use for as long as you like. Come, lets get some of those refreshments if you are not too tired after your trip here."