Rue
Acting Maniac
Adran Triveron (Impregnable Fortress, Geraldis)
"I'm fairly certain she doesn't want to hear anything from me but defeat Clay." Adran said with a sad grin. "It's understandable, years of feeling like an exile and doing nothing about it will make a person quite frustrated, and I don't blame her for letting those pent up emotions come to the surface. Still, I'm glad you understand the need for caution here."
"The way I see it, there are three scenarios that could play out, depending on what kind of man this new king is. Best case scenario, the king is a kind and just soul who wishes to understand the plight of the Guardians and make amends for centuries of exile, in which case we appeal to his compassion. The second scenario is that his feelings are neutral towards the Guardians but guarded due to our false reputation, in which case we appeal to his logic, and create a case for how the Guardians and Luina can work together and benefit each other. The third and worst case scenario..." he paused as he remembered the gruesome image he'd created, "He hates the Guardians just as much as his fathers before him. If that's the case, we probably wont make it past the gates of the city, and may have to fight our way back home."
"I'm hoping the latter doesn't happen, but we should be prepared just in case. I'd suggest sending an envoy of no more than five Guardians including myself. You can at least tell Illya I was planning on going whether she forced me or not. You know our comrades better than I could ever hope to so I'll trust you with deciding who should come with me. We go under a banner of peace with weapons concealed for last resort measures only, and should we be allowed to meet with the king, I'll work my magic." He was joking on that last line, felt it was important to relieve the tension a bit. He only hoped Clay would find the plan acceptable.
"I'm fairly certain she doesn't want to hear anything from me but defeat Clay." Adran said with a sad grin. "It's understandable, years of feeling like an exile and doing nothing about it will make a person quite frustrated, and I don't blame her for letting those pent up emotions come to the surface. Still, I'm glad you understand the need for caution here."
"The way I see it, there are three scenarios that could play out, depending on what kind of man this new king is. Best case scenario, the king is a kind and just soul who wishes to understand the plight of the Guardians and make amends for centuries of exile, in which case we appeal to his compassion. The second scenario is that his feelings are neutral towards the Guardians but guarded due to our false reputation, in which case we appeal to his logic, and create a case for how the Guardians and Luina can work together and benefit each other. The third and worst case scenario..." he paused as he remembered the gruesome image he'd created, "He hates the Guardians just as much as his fathers before him. If that's the case, we probably wont make it past the gates of the city, and may have to fight our way back home."
"I'm hoping the latter doesn't happen, but we should be prepared just in case. I'd suggest sending an envoy of no more than five Guardians including myself. You can at least tell Illya I was planning on going whether she forced me or not. You know our comrades better than I could ever hope to so I'll trust you with deciding who should come with me. We go under a banner of peace with weapons concealed for last resort measures only, and should we be allowed to meet with the king, I'll work my magic." He was joking on that last line, felt it was important to relieve the tension a bit. He only hoped Clay would find the plan acceptable.