Daenamaryllis (prime)/The Wrong Kind of Leader

A man like Talliver was anathema to Daenamaryllis. Listening to him speak, it took quite a bit of effort on her part not to simply stride forward and shake him violently for his complete and utter lack of ambition. For a few weeks she had watched as Talliver shunned all attempts to hand him the reins of power and she had come to the conclusion that he was a broken man unfit to lead. The appearance of humility could be useful on occassion but actually being a humble person, disgusting.

The halfling warrior, Kuthlun, seemed more likely to be able to seize power in her opinion. She seemed to be adapting well to her new circumstances and could be portrayed as a bridge between those of the old world and the new. She at least understood that sometimes people needed to be manipulated to acheive the desired outcome. Her strategem to have Talliver issue a challenge that Gaun would not be able to back down from and one that favored Talliver would have been a good plan.

The only issue was that Daenamaryllis was going to make sure it failed. Talliver was not going to be a suitable instrument for her to wield influence.

As she contemplated her next move, she became aware of the jade elf moving close enough to whisper. She had noticed him earlier, everyone surely always noticed him as it was obvious he took great care in his appearance. He seemed to exude indulgence and one might mistake him for some noble's pretty toy, but it was obvious to her that something dangerous lurked behind his veneer. The conversation they shared in hushed tones left her very hopeful for the future, a future that favored her and those like her.

Sorlu was his name and while he whispered of desire she hoped he could take action as well as he wielded honeyed words. Daenamaryllis desired power above all else, but desire was pointless without action, without ambition.

Daenamaryllis was nothing if not ambitious.