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[Well. Looks like Tzilan was right about the Seelie going on the offensive. It's one of those odd occasions where Saralegui wishes the vampire wasn't always right, but nothing to do about it now besides damage control. If that happens to be good for his image, then that's just bonus points.]

I'm sure everyone is aware of the upcoming fighting by now. And I'm sure there are those who, like myself, have no skill whatsoever in that area or just no interest in it.

[Just look at him. He's a twig, and that hair is absolutely not at all practical for fighting. The self-aware, slightly self-deprecating little smile he wears is only further evidence of that. And better, of course, to play up that helplessness. He prefers to be underestimated, and the knife the Brucolac had given him is very easy to keep hidden.]

So I'd like to offer up Redgate as a safe haven away from the fighting. Others have made this offer, I know, and I hate to be redundant. But I would hate myself more if I didn't make it at all, and I can at least offer a place well out of the line of fire. It's very defensible, and kinder to shardbearers than most places have been lately -- the result of having been founded by a shardbearer, I assume. The distance might seem great, but for shardbearers it isn't really that bad -- only a few days from the nearest fairy ring in Daonna.

Truthfully, I am Unseelie myself, but I make this offer to anyone who wants it, from whichever court. The politics of this world mean little to me. I only want to see those who can't defend themselves kept safe.

[Saber had asked him as the Unseelie General to take Unseelie-aligned individuals into Redgate's care, but she hadn't technically asked to only take those from their own court. If she has a problem with how he does things, then she can bring it up with him personally.]

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[He arches an eyebrow at this sudden address, but his smile is polite and unaffected as ever.]

Of course. I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to be sure of the safety of your people. When would you like to meet?

A date and time set at your discretion within the next fortnight would be... optimal.

Sooner is better than later, if you have concern about my "policies". I'd hate to set things in motion only to have to adjust everything later. How quickly could you come?

Swift as a bird takes wing, though if it is within the day you mean to have this audience, I will not come accompanied.

And who would be accompanying you?

[He's mostly playing for time right now while making arrangements with Waver.]

A cadre of three native guard; no more.

Then I'd hate to deny you them. Would a week from now be agreeable?

That would suit me. My thanks, for your time.

[Well. He needed an excuse to put this off a bit longer while he arranges things, and luckily, a good excuse just flew on into Redgate. Saralegui returns to this message in the evening on the 13th, sounding appropriately harried and remorseful.]

I'm very sorry that this is so short notice, but I'm going to have to ask that we reschedule our meeting. There's suddenly a trial to be arranged, and I hate to inconvenience those I already had plans with, but I believe the people of Redgate have been waiting a long time for this.

I'm unlikely to meet a later date, given the movement of the armies.

Let it instead be said between us that I shall treat Redgate no differently than Caer Scima herself. Unseelie, wherever they are, shall be hunted: remoselessly and unerringly. The populations living under Unseelie rulership shall be harried no less so, 'til they learn the error of their ways.

You will be killed, Lord of Redgate. If you have any care for the people who prop you up, you shall abdicate your position and return swiftly to Dorchadas.

Should you not, I shall see all trade routes to you barricaded. I shall see Redgate, to the last child, starved. I shall poison your water. I shall visit plagues upon you. And I will step over their cold bodies without remorse, without regret, if that is what it takes to pry the shard out of your body. Resist at your peril, for I have not the compunction of the Seelie Marshall to deliver enemies unto death unspoilt.

Edited 2015-01-26 23:11 (UTC)

[The long pause that follows is almost akin to a stunned silence, and when Saralegui answers it's with a switch to video -- all the better to display the expression of restrained horror and disbelief on his young face.]

...I thought the Seelie idealized honor and protecting the weak. Are you really threatening the innocents I look after because of the court that claims my shard?

[Not "my court", because if he's gonna try for the emotional manipulation route then it's best to distance himself from the Unseelie as much as possible.]

Edited 2015-01-26 23:41 (UTC)

[ Tarz is handsome, middle-aged, dark-haired and pale-eyed, his face weathered and severe. He meets the eyes of the man he threatens, unworried, unhurried, unmoved, and says, ]

You have been warned.

[ The feed ends with a click. ]

[...fuck.]

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