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[rowancrowned]

Your mother may have listened-

[ no time. he glamours himself with ease- hides the glow, the shine of his hair, the point of his ear, the glow in his hand. he needs to be able to run through hightown without fear or drawing attention. ]

We will keep them safe, Beleth. In the Gallows, they might be protected. Madame will do well with the viscount, she did well to go to him. We do not need the nobility worried about a Dalish invasion.

[ in the streets now, murmuring low in his throat: ]

Tell me of Thalia. What does she fear? How might she be appealed to?

[arlathvhen]

Sorrel's told me a little about her--he's already gone to meet her. He says that she's very kind, but she's...a bit of a risk taker. More than Deheune, anyway. If that wasn't clear by now.

And...she would do anything for Sina. Their whole clan would. We can probably use that as leverage.

[ It's not a lot, but it's all she has to go on. A few deep breaths, interrupted by her giving orders to those who man the ferries to and from the Gallows. ]

Creators, this is a nightmare. One wrong move, and--This isn't just some random Dalish clan, either. There are members of clan Ashara there. My family, just sitting in the middle of Hightown, surrounded by a pack of shemlen. This is fantastic. This is just! Great!

[ She might be getting herself just a little worked up. ]

[rowancrowned]

As clear as glass. [ he despairs of some of these elves. and then he remembers they're just children, and how do you expect anything of children? ]

Beleth. [ stopping, to make sure she's heard him, and stopped her running thoughts. ] We will keep them safe. They will not want to risk more deaths. We will simply speak with them until they grasp the situation, and then they will be moved.

[ he'll carry them out if he has to. he will have no elven blood spilled in this city. ]

[arlathvhen]

[ It's an odd thing. No matter how anxious Beleth gets, head crammed with the worst possible scenarios, whenever Thranduil assures her of something, she easily believes him. There's a way that he speaks, that reminds her almost of her mother. It's so assured, as if he knew the world itself would not dare to bend any way other than the one he wills it to.

She takes a deep breath, and allows herself a few moments. ]

Alright. Yes. You're right, I apologize for losing focus. We can do this.

I'll be there shortly. And thank you, Thranduil.