59th Winter 513
The night was cold, colder then the swamps usual chilled winter. The light of Leth lit a silvery path up to the Magistrates house. The sounds of the swamp were muted this evening beneath the sounds of a growing crowd of people. Though Boldvine would have been far larger to host such a gathering, Lorenzo Konrath chose his house within the city to host this meeting of Dynasties because it was a serious meeting and not one he wished anyone to take as a reason for a party or other social event. Things have gotten far out of hand on his watch and he intended to bring it back under control.
Tonight there are lines of benches in his foyer, he wished it was summer so that he could be out of doors but he feared the cold would bother the Rajors and other Dhani members of the house. So instead he had cleared the foyer of all unnecessary furniture and lined comfortable benches so that the Dynasties could sit. The fire place is stoked, and the torches that flicker more for other people's needs as his Akalak eyes had no need for illumination.
His hair was immaculate, his clothing tailored just so, and he stood at the front of the room even as a few early arrivals had already claimed some of the seats. Speculation ran high in the city, rumors of Rujaro and of the Qintal were taking its toll on not only the peace of mind of the Dynasty but also freeborn and slaves. A slave that was worried that he or she was going to be mutilated and killed at any moment for being a slave was not one that was as productive in Lorenzo's mind. He would wait for a few chimes more to ensure all that were coming were here before he begins.
Mica Radacke was already here, his face a dark storm cloud of rage and anger, on the opposite side of the room Orkat Draer sat with his impassive face staring up at Lorenzo, completely ignoring Mica. Lorenzo made a note at watching those two, he was no fool and he had heard the rumors of Draer dealings, and of rumors that Radacke were planning to retaliate. So far politics had stayed Mica's hand, knowing if he rose against another house with no proof that he himself would be in terrible trouble.
The night was cold, colder then the swamps usual chilled winter. The light of Leth lit a silvery path up to the Magistrates house. The sounds of the swamp were muted this evening beneath the sounds of a growing crowd of people. Though Boldvine would have been far larger to host such a gathering, Lorenzo Konrath chose his house within the city to host this meeting of Dynasties because it was a serious meeting and not one he wished anyone to take as a reason for a party or other social event. Things have gotten far out of hand on his watch and he intended to bring it back under control.
Tonight there are lines of benches in his foyer, he wished it was summer so that he could be out of doors but he feared the cold would bother the Rajors and other Dhani members of the house. So instead he had cleared the foyer of all unnecessary furniture and lined comfortable benches so that the Dynasties could sit. The fire place is stoked, and the torches that flicker more for other people's needs as his Akalak eyes had no need for illumination.
His hair was immaculate, his clothing tailored just so, and he stood at the front of the room even as a few early arrivals had already claimed some of the seats. Speculation ran high in the city, rumors of Rujaro and of the Qintal were taking its toll on not only the peace of mind of the Dynasty but also freeborn and slaves. A slave that was worried that he or she was going to be mutilated and killed at any moment for being a slave was not one that was as productive in Lorenzo's mind. He would wait for a few chimes more to ensure all that were coming were here before he begins.
Mica Radacke was already here, his face a dark storm cloud of rage and anger, on the opposite side of the room Orkat Draer sat with his impassive face staring up at Lorenzo, completely ignoring Mica. Lorenzo made a note at watching those two, he was no fool and he had heard the rumors of Draer dealings, and of rumors that Radacke were planning to retaliate. So far politics had stayed Mica's hand, knowing if he rose against another house with no proof that he himself would be in terrible trouble.