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Someone told me once that it is not a sword that will change the world, but words.

[The locket picture is a bit askew. It's set on a table like a dressing mirror, showing a blonde woman sitting, the beads of a rosary flowing over her fingers.]

Then again someone else swore to me it was our duty as ladies to pray for those who kept us safe. Who fought and died for our country. It is the same concept, is it not? That wars are won and lost over words.

[Enough waxing philosophical for now, probably. It's time to face facts and there's still a polite, pretty smile on her lips even if she can't quite mask the concern in her gaze.]

It has been explained to me already but I must admit I still find it puzzling. There is no one better to explain a situation than the people living it so I beg a moment of your time. What is hoped to be gained by this or feared lost? What is needed of the people here and what might I do to make myself of use in a greater effort?

[A quick duck of her head, polite, and she glances up again as she reaches for the locket.]

I thank you most deeply for your consideration.

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Define "the people here." Fellow shardbearers? Monarchs? The proper residents of this world?

You cast a wide net.

The people whom have an interest in if battles are fought by the sword or by our words. A King and his page may have the same interest in something which affects their country so deeply, even if they do not have the same investment.

So fellow shardbearers and the populace of this world proper. The monarchs, it seems to be, gave up on the talking it out option a long time ago.

Sometimes I do believe there are no ways around war and the resultant bloodshed but sometimes one hopes. One can also gain an idea of the climate based on the thoughts of a variety of people.

In my experience, there's always a third option. Even here, and even if it's been hidden.

Of course, the climate you'll find is nothing short of hostile and divided. War's running red hot and there's anti-shardbearer sentiment among those that live here that does nothing to help.

A hidden third option? How promising that would be.

There are levels of hostile and divided, I have found. It makes it quite the challenge but not an impossibility to resolve matters. Then again when loyalties are so divided, it might be no reasonable side is victorious.

A goal worth striving for.

You've come in at a bad time. Ten months ago, things were calmer, the war wasn't on in earnest, and there wasn't so much ill will brimming at the surface. Then again, it isn't like either side has been victorious yet in slaughtering the other en masse.

[Thrall is not exactly a knight, but he acts like one to a degree, and he seems puzzled about something. Rather than hiding his face, he is honest about it. Honest about his question.]

It is... your duty? I do not understand. If your home must be defended, you pick up a weapon and you fight however you can. Your gender means nothing.

As for the point of this war... I know fairly little myself. It has gone on for longer than time cares to remember, and now the monarchs involve children in their conflict. [He doesn't care if he's saying that in public. HE DISAPPROVES GREATLY.] Children should not learn war. They should learn to be children.

I would agree, monsieur, but it is not common for a lady to be trained with a weapon. At least, not where I come from.

[She doesn't look impressed by that. So at least they are on the same page there.]

Monarchs often do not see the hardships they inflict upon their people. I Wonder if they have children whom they might worry for.

[And because Lia can't leave well enough alone.]

How young are children brought here?

That is a shame. Some of the greatest warriors I have ever known were women. [His mom, for one-- though he can't say he knew her, exactly.] I would say they fight better, for they do not quail at a little blood like some new recruits might.

I have not heard of the monarchs having children, but I've only recently arrived.

[His expression darkens somewhat.]

Thirteen or fourteen years. That is the youngest I have seen so far. Surely there are others, and anyone raised here might find it difficult to escape the war as well.

It is a shame when anyone is not free to make their own choices. I was fortunate my parents allowed me the same opportunities they afforded my brother.

I have found that many rethink their plans of destruction when it is their own blood that must be shed.

[Perhaps not in this case. She still does not quite know enough, is trying to hold in her judgment until she learns a bit more but it is difficult.]

It seems harsh, for children to be put into this position. Perhaps helping the children affected by this might be a place I could apply my time.

It is. [Lia has no idea, but she's speaking to a former slave. Oh, he knows how precious freedom is.

He isn't sure where one would start with helping the children affected by the war, but his expression eases somewhat.]

That... is a very good idea. I'm certain the children and anyone helping them would appreciate all the assistance they can get.

You would have my thanks as well. It isn't that I think myself above such things-- but I am able to fight, and so I should be defending those who cannot.

I can fight as well. I am very good with a blade. Only I wish to do what is most needed.

[If only she knew where that was, who to speak to. She's so very unused to pitching herself into a fray without orders.]

How rude of me, monsieur. My name is Lia De Beaumont.

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