A new sultan?

[Corwin]

"Nine efreet are coming over with a flag of truce," Seira announces. "If that's not indicative of their allegiance I don't know what is."

She shakes her head. "Let's receive them at the throne room and see what they have to say."

[Anastasia]

"Already?" Cresiel scowls, "Swift of them, far too swift."

Syala stands, "Nine of them? Slapping us in the face with it without a word being spoken."

[Ebiris]

"This should give us one perspective on what happened at least," Alicia says, content to follow along and observe as Seira receives her guests.

[Corwin]

The throne room in question sees little use, given that Seira prefers a more intimate setting for meeting her friends, but on the rare occasions she hosts a neutral or hostile figure to impress it can certain get the job done! Gold and opulence is everywhere to be seen, and the throne chief amongst them, prominent as it is. And extremely comfortable for dragons, which is a must for when she actually is forced to use it.

[Anastasia]

Moore?

[Nephrite]

going along with the watching

[Anastasia]

Thus everyone mitigates to the throne room. The efreet who delivers the message is slender and short, more like a jet of flame than anything else. He has a thin pencil mustache, curled upwards and wears fine chain armor and silks. He wears an open face helmet and jewelry all over. A bow from him, "My Lady Seira and friends," he says, a pleasing voice, masculine and cultured. "Greetings from the the Most Puissant of Hunters. I come with documents stamped by the Grand Sultan."

Cresiel stands right at Moore's side, arms crossed.

Antenora watches him silently, intently.

Amaryl is there, awaiting with grace and dignity.

[Ebiris]

Would a new grand sultan keep that puissant hunters title or get a new one? Alicia wonders but keeps quiet since they're here for Seira.

[Corwin]

"Approach," Seira bids him, ready to receive the communique.

[Nephrite]

Moore just waits patiently to see what's going to happen!

[Anastasia]

The efreet does so, presenting Seira with a sealed and wrapped scroll.

[Corwin]

Seira breaks the seal and takes a look.

[Anastasia]

It reads as follows:

Seira, I wish to negotiate agreeable terms to end this war as soon as possible. Please give my agents a copy of your demands and we will see to ending this war quickly and swiftly. My agent has a great deal of liberty to agree to matters in my name, though any final treaty will need to be signed by all relevant parties.

My predecessor made certain mistakes that I wish to remedy in a forthright and effective manner. I yearn to hearing your words soon, my friend.

[Corwin]

"Who wrote this?" Seira asks, raising an eyebrow at the efreet delivering the scroll.

If it's been signed or if I can tell by the handwriting, let's use that. Prime candidate is Akil, then Nasir, but it could be anyone!

[Anastasia]

"The Grand Sultan of course," he says, for a moment smiling in a simple, knowing way. "Ah but of course, I understand the question. You know him as Akil bin Faheem."