GatheredOnTheQueenMandorAndPetraIndex | Time Under Chaos | Game Logs | Gathered on the Queen Mandor and Petra "Hmmm?" Petra pulled her attention from the carpet - which she had rightfully written off as a loss - and regarded Mandor. "Oh, certainly. Excuse us," she said to the room at large and beckoned Mandor follow her out of the room and towards another further down the hall. Mandor followed her. The small sitting room in pale green and gold was at the end of the hall. It had that air about it of having seen little to no use. Petra did in fact have to unlock it with a key that had been hidden away the same way her trump had been. What light there was in the room came from a single low-burning wall sconce by the door. "Make this secure," he said, once they were in the room. "Even from your own." There was a fixed resolution in his face as he spoke. Petra gave him a long, considering look. He was asking a lot of her in that one sentence. It took a moment for her to come to a decision. Then she locked the door behind her, crossed the room to close the floo, did something behind the edge of a painting frame that caused another lock to click into place across the room. The inner window over the stained glass was closed and locked, and the heavy velvet curtains snapped closed before Petra turned back to face him. "The walls are soundproof." That was needless information, she felt; Mandor probably knew the specs for this ship as well as she did. "It is as secure as I can make it." Mandor seemed to slide something out of his sleeve - and then suddenly he set it to spinning - a silver ball. It looked a little too large to have been concealed about his person without ruining the set of his suit - but there it was, spinning gently in the middle of the room. Petra appeared unfazed by this anomaly. By this point, Mandor could pull a tiger out of his pocket and Petra would only ask him if it were housebroken. "And as secure as I can make it," he said presently. "I believe this attack was not directed against you, or the Queen," he said. "There may be repercussions from Kashfa and Eregnor, but you should be able to withstand those. And you will have my support. However ... " She gave him a bland look that held no surprise at his addendum. She leaned against the back of a chair and quirked an expectant eyebrow. "Yes...?" "You've attracted the attention of Helgram," he said. "And Helgram is dangerous, very dangerous. He'd like nothing more than to have Amber razed to the ground, for once and for all. The mood swings in Chaos - and I thought we were in the ascendant. But something has happened, something bad enough for the Lady Fiona to send me my daughter - and that was planned even before this absurd feud that my deranged father has seen fit to indulge in. Helgram is here and he's probing for our weaknesses ... I would prefeer nit to see you as one of them." |
