Nations on the Brink (storyline)/On Razern Wings (vignette)

On Razern Wings - A NotB Vignette

"What was he thinking?"

It's a question Fennelis Asja, the Envoy of the Ardenai Court, had been asking a lot lately. More recently this thought was directed toward Adresin Ostrylae, a member of her own House who had swept into Ta'Illistim full of energy but little sense, and just as swiftly crossed over the Dragonspine and vanished. "Making my job here that much more difficult," she groused, rubbing her temple and willing away the headache that threatened to form. She had been doing that more often as well.

Her musings were interrupted by a rapping at her window where a large glossy raven was perched upon the sill.

Fennelis set the letter she was working on aside for a moment to open the window and let in the raven, before both she and it settled back down at her desk. "I'm going to need you to carry a message for me," she told the raven, which bobbed its head slightly and made a peculiar mechanical clicking noise. "But before that, I need you to get the other, there's someone I need them to keep an eye on."

The other headache seemed to be making moves that the Inquisitors were unable or unwilling to look into. She had brought him up at the end of her own questioning, and with few resources of her own to call upon in Illistim territory, Fennelis was starting to grow a little irritated. Seeming to sense her frustration, the large raven clicked a few times before taking off, leaving behind a razern-hued feather.

"What is he thinking?"