Enter Alyssa

[Anastasia]

A young man's voice, "Page Willary," he calls, "I have news for you, ma'am."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa stands and shifts her clothes into her full regalia, and moves to the antechamber area of her rooms.

"You may enter, Page."

[Anastasia]

The page is young, a teenager who quickly bows to you. "M'lady," he resumes, "The Order of the Red has arrived, and has a message for you. Ahem." Clearing his throat he takes out a ribbon-wrapped scroll and hands it to you.

[Iron Dragoon]

I mean to ask before, but how fine is my control with my SLA telekinesis? Like, can I open this scroll for example, or is it just general moving of things?

[Anastasia]

That's fine, it's pretty much flavor anyway. Feel free.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa uses her telekinesis to float the scroll in front of her, opening it with her magic and looking over it.

"How many of the Red Order arrived, Page Willary?"

[Anastasia]

"Over a hundred for now, including support staff and camp followers," Page Willary responds, "Including several clerics of war who are already collaborating with our defensive specialists. Er...er...or so I heard."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mmm..."

She absently makes an approving sound as she reads the scroll.

[Anastasia]

"I send them once your desire to accept was clear. They'll help stiffen your forces up. You'll have to feed them in time, though they come with supply for a few weeks."

So the scroll reads, no signature on it, as if it needed one.

[Iron Dragoon]

She rolls it up and considers the time. "Page, have the Red Order arrange for a representative to meet with the Regent Council later in the morning. Dismissed."

[Anastasia]

Cool. Next move then?

[Iron Dragoon]

Kill time until the meeting. Intro this Red Order leader to the Regents and ask about this cleic that's supposed to serve me.

[Anastasia]

You're 30 minutes into going over things and preparing for the meeting when there's a knock on the door.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Enter," she says absently, focusing on her notes.

[Anastasia]

This one didn't highlight, whoops.

The man that enters has a strong, square jaw. That's what you notice first. He's wearing a simple breastplate colored red and carries a sword sheathed at his side. He has brown hair kept short and a few scars on his face.

"Alyssa," he greets you, bowing.