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[pontificus]

( Seelie )

[It is too soon that she stands in this place once again with her locket pointing at her. It is clear she is emotional, her state of dress frenzied. Lucrezia has been crying, that is for sure, but she wears a sterner look now.]

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the death of Governor Fortuna of Treun. [It has long been unsafe here, but with such a bold move again, she shakes her head.]

First his dear sisters, and now he seems to follow them. I have little details myself, but whoever has done this-- [Her jaw tightens, flexes for a moment.] I would reward anyone handsomely for anything they could tell me.

[But she is not just a grieving family member. She is a diplomat. So Lucrezia takes another deep breath.]

Regardless of who the city may elect, I will still honor all trade and all alliances that have been thusly made.

[She rubs at her nose, her hand shaking uncontrollably. There is a lightheadedness that threatens her, and she knows she must lie down.]

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( The shieldmaiden in her is immediately on the alert upon hearing this news. It is frustrating that she does not know where this place called Treun is, but what she hears is that it is a settlement of strategic and economic importance. Therefore it must be protected. )

Then there is a viper within, and they must be cut down at once. Do you have means to root them out?

( Meanwhile, the politician she has become sees this for what it is: an opportunity. To help an important figure in a moment of need, to possibly earn a favour in the act of offering one. And to possibly take a step in forging alliances. If she's going to be here for any length of time, she recognizes the integral need for those. )

Regardless, I am willing to offer my sword to assist in any way you may need. ( She thinks of the take-down of Jarl Borg, and the plans in the works to nullify the threat of King Horik. ) I have some experience with such things.

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[Lia has always been bad at comforting people. She can only do so formally. Politely. And she hesitates to get involved in this at all but it is necessary. This is something worth noting.]

Was it an unnatural death then, mademoiselle?

[She asks gently. Quietly. Obviously it was but few details are better than no details.]

I am so sorry for your loss and your upset.

[foraneye]

[Élise is not well acquainted with this woman or any who govern Treun, but the extremity of her reaction and the wording—'done this'—tell her more than the words do.]

It was murder, then? What has happened?