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[He'd wanted to do this more formally, had all sorts of plans for what to say and what topics he needed to address. But his hand is being forced, and so quick and to the point is what he has to settle for.

Some might recognize him, but he's been busy outside the courts and so plenty might not. For those unfamiliar, the person speaking over the lockets is young and delicate-looking, with a regal sort of poise and a currently unhappy expression.]

My name is Saralegui. With the Lady Alyosha's death, rule of Redgate has fallen to me. Were things less dire, I'd have taken the time to speak on the intentions Alyosha had for the city, the hopes I have for it. Issues of rebuilding and peace, moving on from past traumas, maintaining a safe haven for both its residents and shardbearers -- anyone who wants no part in this war. But the situation is dire, and time won't permit me to do things so nicely.

[There. At least he can leave hints as to what was intended, both to soothe his own ego over ruined plans, and tease out those who might have had some interest in any of it. Multi-tasking is good. But frowning now, he focuses, voice steady and gaze intense beneath tinted glasses.]

Reynard the Fox is riding for Redgate. We've no idea when he might arrive, or what he's after, but I've seen firsthand the sort of death and destruction he can cause on his own. The city has already experienced more than enough bloodshed, is still recovering from it, and I would not see it suffer him.

[Only a little bit of a lie in there -- he knows what Reynard wants, as do likely at least a few others who are in the loop with regards with Reynard and Alyosha. But details like that aren't necessary to appeal to those who might be useful here. Those with strong senses of honor, or justice, or revenge.]

I know Redgate has its champions and allies in either court from Alyosha's rule, and there are plenty who would call the Fox their enemy. I ask for those who would stand in the city's defense, whatever the reasons. I leave myself for Redgate as soon as possible, through means faster than by horseback and fairy rings, and anyone in Caer Scima willing to help is welcome to travel with me.

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[she's on the right track, even if he'd never say as much himself. saralegui doesn't care often, and he admits to it even less, but there's something there. and though he won't analyze it at all to recognize why, her casual dismissals of a scene that had deeply shaken him irks more than anything.]

Then for what sake was it for? How do you justify the blood shed in your name? The blood that will continue to spill, now?

[because morla had promised that the coming winter would be red. and this time, saralegui likely won't be able to dance around it.]

I think I was right, before. You are cold. Your own people could die for you, I could tell your how your own mentor walked knowingly to his death so that you could do as you pleased, and you don't give a damn about any of it.

Tell me. Why did Minister Tzilan do what he did? I certainly did not send him there. [ ... ] I own a great many sins, Lord Saralegui. But I fear you lay ones at my feet that I have not earned.

[ouch, don't go there. he already feels guilty enough. but he can ignore her questions just as easily as she ignored his.]

You still don't care. You won't even pretend at an ounce of remorse.

[he'd once compared her to yuuri, but that seemed wildly inappropriate now. yuuri was a thousand times kinder. he'd have jumped to offer his own life for a complete stranger, never would have dreamed of choosing to send his people to fight.]

As you say. It must be so.

[ sansa does not show her kindness well -- certainly -- but so much of that inability rests upon the hollowing degrading experience forged in the red keep. it is hard to be kind to anyone when she still fears the gauntlet on her cheek. and so she often finds it easier to play-act what another person expects her to be. if saralegui claims she is cruel she will not fight it. let him think so.

it does not matter what he believes -- but every new self-righteous line from his locket sets a relief in her bones that she refused even a sham union with a young man who could speak so cruelly. who was he to measure the remorse in her heart! the nightmares haunting her sleep! the deep coiling sorrow she sensed when she discussed alyosha with her minister. ]

Farewell, Saralegui. I wish you luck chasing down the Fox. Seven Blessings upon Redgate.

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