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Chapter 11: Ambush
Darius sighed deeply as he sank into his chair. Being voted in as the third representative of Vale on the International Relations Council was a feat in and of itself… for a normal person. It had taken a little longer than he anticipated, but Trent was able to win over the minds of the Valean council to appoint him as their third representative.
The twelve member IRC was one of the most prestigious governmental bodies on Remnant. This was the council that decided on everything that involved cooperation between the kingdoms. This was the council where wars were formally declared, and alliances were drawn. This was where the hosts for festivals and tournaments were chosen. This was one of the most corrupt governmental bodies on Remnant.
Even though he had only been voted onto the IRC a mere month ago, Darius had learned much of what ran the council. Decisions flowed with the gold, and Atlas controlled the flow of the gold. The Atlesian councilmen were the worst sort. They walked around as if they ran the place… which they sort of did. Darius was determined to change that. He had a mission from Lord Blackflame after all.
He had studied the system. The way the council worked for determining major festival hosts, such as the Vytal Festival that was due to happen next Spring, was for the representatives of the kingdoms to deliberate on who's turn it was to host the festival. There were only two rules that had to be followed regarding who can host the festival. The first, the previous kingdom to host the festival was out of the running. This had the lovely benefit of excluding Atlas. The second was what to do in case of a tie.
There was a third unspoken rule, Atlas chooses the host.
The records Darius had acquired had indicated this to be the case for the last one hundred years. Alongside that was the oddity that Vale had not hosted the Vytal Festival in over a hundred and fifty years. Admittedly, Darius could understand the reasoning for small blocks of time. It wouldn't be wise to host such an event during times of civil war or mass terror. But to be excluded for such a long period had to mean that something shady was going on under the table. Fortunately for him, Darius thrived in shady.
The door to his office was flung open. Darius idly let his gaze wander over to the intruder. The council wasn't set to start for another hour yet standing in the doorway was Atlesian Councilman Johan Altare. A rather portly man dressed in Atlesian formal white with thick black hair and an ever-present sneer on his face. This man was the ringleader. He was the one who chose for Atlas, whether his fellow Atlesians agreed with him or not.
"Trent." He greeted rudely, taking a seat in front of Darius's desk.
"Councilman Altare." Darius responded. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I'm just here to inform you of how things will be happening in the council meeting today." Johan said with a malicious grin.
"And if I were to say I already know how things will happen?" Darius inquired, already bored of the conversation.
"Then I'd laugh and tell you that you were dead wrong. Here's how things will shake down. You and your Valean cohorts will vote for Vacuo to host the next Vytal festival. Dissent and I will make your life a living hell. Any questions?" Johan said.
"How about no?" Darius replied with a smirk.
"No?" Johan question confused.
"Listen, Councilman Altare, I don't know how things have happened in the past, but I can see you are clearly used to being able to bully Valean councilmen into doing your bidding. However, you don't scare me." Darius said steepling his fingers in front of him.
"Do you know who I am, boy?" Johan snarled.
"Councilman Johan Altare, high councilman of the Atlesian governmental council. Mentee and nephew of previous Atlesian high councilman Charles Volsean. I know exactly who you are Councilman, and I won't kowtow to your every whim." Darius said.
"Is that so Darius Alister Trent?" Johan replied.
"Yes. Vale is not beholden to Atlas, Mistral, or Vacuo at this current point in time. So why should we do what you want?" Darius asked.
"Because I have the authority to bring the full might of Atlas down on Vale's head." Johan remarked.
"And I've heard scarier threats from my own political opposition." Darius instantly responded.
"Listen here Trent, if you don't vote with Atlas, we will declare war." Johan said.
"Why? For denying you control? Johan, we are in an incredible time of peace, set aside your pride and let us vote as we please. However, if that doesn't satisfy you, how about a bet?" Darius replied.
"A bet?" Johan asked.
"Yes, I fancy myself a gambling man. So, a bet." Darius continued. "I bet I can convince the council to allow Vale to host the fortieth quadrennial Vytal Festival. Which, if I'm not mistaken would be the first time our kingdom has hosted it for the last hundred and fifty years. We've only hosted the second Vytal Festival. If it goes to any other kingdom, you win the bet."
"And what happens when I win?" Johan inquired.
"Vale will ally its votes with Atlas for as long as I am on this council." Trent replied.
"And should I lose?" Johan inquired.
"Please, if trends continue as they are, then you'll win. Shake on it, it's three to one odds anyhow." Darius replied, holding out his hand.
A twitch in the councilman's left eye was the only indication Darius had of his semblance having any impact. The councilman raised his right hand and grasped Darius's.
"I'll take those odds." He spoke.
"Excellent." Darius replied with a smile.
"So, what do you want in the extremely off chance I lose?" Johan inquired.
"Your resignation from this council and respect for the title I've earned." Darius answered.
"Like that's ever going to happen. You have twenty minutes to prepare your arguments Mr. Trent." Johan smirked as he left Darius's office.
"Keep dreaming Altare. Keep dreaming." Darius muttered to himself.
Darius entered the actual council chambers five minutes before the time was set to begin. He was the last to arrive. Johan glared at him as he sat in his designated seat between Vale's other representatives. He noted that he was the only member of the Pyre on the council. Three of the guards were Pyre members, but that was it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the annual IRC meeting. The purpose of this evening's proceedings…" Johan began.
Darius tuned out much of Johan's opening statements. Soon enough, it was time for the topic he had been waiting for.
"The last item on the agenda is to determine the host for the 48th quadrennial Vytal Festival." Altare announced. "Considering Atlas was the previous host; we are not eligible to host the festival this time. Atlas nominates Mistral to host the 48th Vytal Festival."
Trent raised a hand.
"Yes, councilman Trent?" Altare asked.
"Vale nominates Vale to host the Vytal festival." Trent replied.
"That's not how things work." One of the other Atlesian councilmen stated. "No kingdom can nominate themselves to host a festival."
"Where does it say that?" Darius inquired.
"Uh…" The councilman paused.
"Nowhere. Looking through the charter and rules of this committee, there is nothing that says a member of the Valean council can't nominate a kingdom. Nor does it say that a member of the council can't nominate their own kingdom. Therefore, I am nominating Vale to play host to the Vytal festival, for a change." Darius stated.
"He's not wrong." One of the Mistralian councilmen said, thumbing through the committee's rules.
"Thank you." Trent said, nodding at the councilman.
"Ok, then. Why should Vale be allowed to host rather than Mistral?" Altare asked.
"Can I counter with a question?" Trent replied.
"Sure." Altare said.
"When was the last time Vale hosted the Vytal Festival? Or any festival for that matter?" Trent inquired.
No one spoke up. The silence was deafening.
"I believe that last time Vale hosted anything was 150 years ago." one of Darius's fellow councilmen answered.
If looks could kill, Altare's glare would have killed the man a hundred times over.
"150 years." Trent repeated. "Why has Vale not been nominated to host a festival for over a 150 years?"
"That's not entirely true. Vale has been nominated to host a few times in the past." One of the Vacuans answered.
"Then why hasn't Vale been allowed to host a festival? Or any event purposed with strengthening international relations?" Trent inquired.
"Vale hasn't been voted for the honor, obviously." The other Atlesian answered.
"That may be, but surely, throughout 150 years, Vale would have been chosen at least once, right?" Trent asked. "Statistically speaking, it is unlikely for Vale to go that long without being allowed the honor of hosting an international event unless there was something else going on. Shady under the table deals. It almost seems like… you want war with Vale."
"That's a rather bold claim. Don't you think?" One of the Mistralians asked.
"Possibly. But you must admit, this doesn't look good from Vale's point of view. Discriminating against Vale is a surefire way to see us rise against you. Open war would not be conducive to anyone." Trent nonchalantly replied.
"Is that a threat, Councilman Trent?" Altare growled.
"No. Vale does not make idle threats, Councilman. I'm merely pointing out that actions have consequences, and the consequences of excluding Vale could be dire." Darius continued. "But that gets away from my original question. Please, tell me why Vale isn't allowed to host an international event."
A liberal application of persuasion added into his command soon saw one of the councilmen give him his answer. Surprisingly, it was one of the Atlesians.
"We don't allow Vale to host the festival because of the Sanguine Pyre." The man spoke up. "We don't want to risk that terrorist organization gaining a foothold in any of our kingdoms."
"The Sanguine Pyre?" one of Darius's fellows said. "They've been dead for over a hundred years. If that was the case, then I can understand us being denied the opportunity from 150 to 100 years ago. After that however, your reasoning falls apart."
"The Pyre's dead?" One of the Vacuans inquired. "That can't be right. There was a report of live executions of non-Pyre members three months ago."
"Thirteen individuals, two faunus and eleven humans. That is the incident you are referring to, is it not?" Trent asked.
"Yes." The Vacuan answered.
"You are correct, they weren't members of the Sanguine Pyre. Then again, no one in Vale is a member of the Sanguine Pyre. You can't be a member of a dead organization." Trent said.
"Then the execution?" The Vacuan prompted.
"They were lawbreakers. Four of the humans were arsonists, the faunus were White Fang terrorists, and the other seven were members of a gang in Vale's eastern quarter. All guilty of numerous crimes." Trent's fellow Valean replied. "It's harsh, but the Valean council sees prevention as better than a cure, and execution is the best preventative measure to crime."
"Now I'm curious. How did the Pyre die?" One of the Mistralians inquired.
"It was a coup. Does no one learn of the Week of Scorched Earth?" Darius asked.
Many of the members shook their heads no. Altare and the other Valeans nodded yes.
"Schools these days." Trent muttered. "The Week of Scorched Earth was the last act of the Pyre. The people didn't like that the Pyre was gaining so much power in Vale. Huntsmen and Huntress helped the citizens form a militia and staged a coup against the organization. Their main target was the Blackflame manor. The known headquarters of the leader of the Pyre."
"The Blackflame patriarch, right?" A Vacuan inquired. "But I thought he survived and continued the organization in secret."
"Unknown. No one really knows who headed the Pyre, only that he lived in Blackflame manor, and that the Blackflame's supported the organization. The fighting was intense, but on the seventh day, arsonists razed the building to the ground. The foundation, a few Blackflame family heirlooms and the Briarheart heir were the only things that survived." Trent explained. "The people elected a council of twelve, set forth a new constitution, and Vale was never the same. But the Sanguine Pyre was thoroughly destroyed."
"Something you would know if your kingdoms actually taught history as it happened. Not conspiracy theories." One of Trent's fellows snarked.
"Again, the Pyre can't be your main reason for voting against Vale." Darius said. "So why not? Vote Vale, let us have this opportunity."
"No." Altare spoke up. "Atlas is voting for Mistral."
Darius raised an eyebrow at Altare who responded with a glare. Darius turned to the councilmen of Mistral and Vacuo. They were deep in conversation with each other.
"Gentlemen?" He prompted.
"Vacuo votes for Vale." One of the Vacuans said.
Darius smirked.
"Mistral also votes for Vale." The Mistralian head continued.
"Thank you, gentlemen, Vale is honored to be allowed to host the 48th Vytal Festival. We hope to see you all attend." Darius said as the meeting was concluded.
The meeting was adjourned, and the various councilmen left the building and were making their ways back to their respective kingdoms. Darius couldn't help but smirk at the glare Altare sent his way as he left. The balance of power had shifted, and things were coming up Vale.
Darius looked around. Once he was sure he was alone, he opened his scroll and placed a call. The secure line rang for a few seconds.
"Hello, I'm sorry but the line you're trying to reach isn't in use. Please try again later." A voice too feminine to be robotic said.
"Doesn't matter sweetheart," Trent replied. "I have good news for Lord Blackflame."
The line went dead for a minute as the transfer was made.
"You have news?" The voice of Agreus came through.
"You have a new secretary?" Trent responded cheekily.
"Trent." Agreus greeted. "Yes, I have a new secretary, now tell me what news you have. I'm a bit busy at the moment."
"I just figured that you'd be happy to hear that the Sanguine Pyre, sorry Vale, will be the proud hosts of the 48th quadrennial Vytal Festival." Trent said happily.
"Really? Wonderful. I'll leave the organizing of this up to the council, but this gives us quite the leg up." Agreus said, mostly to himself.
"Of course, sir." Trent said as he hung up.
He continued his trip back to his home in Vale, whistling a rather jaunty tune the entire way.
…/…
"You know, you don't have to come with me, Master Arc." Amber said as she packed her things.
"I know, Amber. However, your father would not appreciate it if you were attacked on the way back to Vale." Orion explained as he helped his apprentice with her things.
"True, but Guardian Qrow will be there." Amber countered.
"And you have a decent handle on your maiden powers, yes I know. That doesn't change the fact that backup is not a bad thing." Orion continued. "Besides, I have work that needs to be done in Vale."
"Fair enough." Amber responded. "Do you think Dad will be excited to see me?"
"Maybe. We both know he loves to spend time with you, especially since Vermillion was rescued." Orion replied. "Honestly, I think he will be more impressed than excited, especially since you've mastered dual wielding in three years."
"Yeah. You certainly didn't make it easy." Amber playfully shot back.
"That's the point. Now load up, I need to say goodbye to Joan." Orion ordered as he reentered the Arc family home.
Amber sighed and climbed on to her horse. Her father's birthday was coming up, and she wanted to surprise him. She had been so happy when he had organized the apprenticeship with her uncle. Orion had been an excellent instructor over the past three years. Though it still seemed like yesterday that she was finding a blade that suited her.
It was one of the hardest parts of the process. She had wanted to learn to fight with two scimitars, but Orion Arc had other plans. He taught her how to fight with a single sword, and then taught her how to pair that sword with her staff. The thing was, she ended up settling for a xiphos over a scimitar. The blade just felt more natural in her hand.
She learned on a practice wooden sword. Though, under Master Arc's tutelage, she was expected to treat the practice sword as though it were the real thing. And so, she did. She only had to replace it once, and that was due to the practice blade shattering during one of their spars. It was two years in when she was finally allowed to forge a more permanent blade.
The xiphos she had forged was a painted black Damascus steel sword, hardened by gravity dust and treated with aura to allow her to channel her maiden powers through the blade. As such, she named the blade Inferno. A fitting title in her eyes.
Orion exited the building and climbed on to his own horse. They began the trek to Vale. It was two hours later when a familiar caw caught their attention. Qrow flew down and landed on her shoulder. Amber smiled and continued riding.
The last three years had been rather hectic for the Pyre and the Blackflame family. First had been the discovery and subsequent rescue of Vermillion Blackflame. Amber was so confused when Agreus came to bring her back to Vale after barely a month of training. She was ever so happy to see her mother again though. Vermillion felt much the same as her daughter. The three had a very long, drawn out, heartfelt reunion. Agreus and Amber explained to her everything she had missed since she disappeared. Amber returned to visit them at least once every other month or so. Orion permitted a few days off every now and then.
The Pyre had been dealing with their own problems. With Amber essentially being the heiress to the Sanguine Pyre, Agreus made sure she knew what was going on. The White Fang had stepped up their activities, but nothing criminal could be conclusively linked to them. The Council of the Midnight Harvest had all but disappeared overnight. Harvester Killings would still occur regularly, so they weren't gone.
Amidst all of this, Agreus had garnered contacts in the other kingdoms. Slowly, but surely, the Pyre was expanding its power base. Fifty percent of Beacon graduates had joined the Pyre in the last year alone, a record year for the Pyre. With all the growth, Amber, and by proxy Agreus, was worried that the Pyre would not be able to remain hidden for too much longer. One wrong move and the veil would be lifted. A single crack would destroy the whole facade.
The ride through the forest was rather quiet. Orion and Amber would say very little, opting instead to enjoy the ride to Vale. A half hour of silence later, and Orion started to slow down. It took Amber a second to realize that he had stopped.
"Something wrong, Master Arc?" Amber asked.
"Listen." Orion replied.
Amber listened. She heard the leaves rustling in the wind, cicadas screeching from the trees, other various bugs and even the gentle clopping of their horses' hooves. She wasn't sure what exactly she was supposed to hear.
"What am I supposed to be hearing?" She asked.
"Birds." Orion replied.
"I don't hear any." Amber said.
"Exactly. Why are there no birds?" Orion questioned. "Qrow, fly around. Scout ahead. Caw once for a Grimm, twice for humans or faunus."
The corvid on Amber's shoulder nodded before taking flight. Orion unsheathed one of his blades. Amber followed suit with her own. The two rode on, keeping a watchful eye on the trees. Qrow never cawed. Either there was no danger, or it was hidden.
Orion was brought to a sudden stop when Amber's horse suddenly stopped. In front of them, Amber saw a little girl on the side of the road. Tears streamed down her face. She looked up at the two with a sob.
In the distance, Amber thought she heard a faint cawing. Twice.
"We've got company." Orion said.
"Uncle, we have to help her." Amber stated, pointing at the girl.
"Who?" Orion asked.
"That girl. She needs help." Amber said, dismounting from her horse.
"Amber, there's no one there." Orion responded, looking to where Amber was walking. "Amber?"
The maiden appeared to have not heard anything. She knelt next to the small girl. She reached out a hand to help her. She was about to ask what was wrong.
"AMBER!" Orion yelled, slashing through the air behind her.
Amber jolted up. The girl was gone. Orion had both blades drawn. Before him were three assailants. A boy with silver hair and a black get up, a girl with green hair and crimson eyes, and a girl with golden eyes and black hair. They all wore the same dark robes.
Amber stood and drew forth both her staff and xiphos. Orion stood with his blades at the ready.
"Kill the man. The girl is mine." The black-haired woman ordered.
The silver haired boy and green haired girl charged at Orion. The Arc patriarch crossed his blades and blocked a slash from the girl's weapons. A bladed pistol was caught between his two blades. He instinctively ducked as the boy kicked at his head. He stabbed at the boy while parrying the girl.
The onslaught of blows from the duo kept Orion on his toes. However, not a single attack was able to breach the Arc's defense. A caw from Qrow drew the attention of Orion's attackers for a brief moment. Orion capitalized on the diversion with a kick to the girl's side. She was thrown back, allowing Orion to focus on the silver haired boy.
Qrow joined the fray. He saw Orion struggling against two opponents while Amber only had one. He knew they had to leave soon. Things were only going to get worse. Flying over the immediate area had revealed multiple enemies. Far more than three people could deal with.
Qrow pulled his blade from his back and charged the green haired girl that was approaching Orion. He intercepted an attack and forced her back.
"Welcome to the party." Orion grunted as he blocked another kick from the boy.
"Thanks. About to get a whole lot harrier though." Qrow replied as he slashed at the girl. "I counted at least fifteen more individuals beyond the tree line. They're quickly making their way here."
"Perfect." Orion snapped. "Help Amber, I can hold these two."
"On it!" Qrow replied, disengaging from the battle.
Amber was faring decently well in her battle. The woman mostly used fire-based attacks. With each attack, various threads and lines her robes would glow. It didn't take long for Amber to realize the woman was a dust weaver, focusing mostly on burn dust. Her weapon, however, was very odd. The blade appeared to be made out of glass shards. Every so often, she'd shift it into a bow and arrow. She'd quickly aim and fire the arrow. Whenever Amber dodge or deflected it, the arrow would disintegrate, and a blade would once more be in her hand.
The woman threw a fireball. Amber stabbed at it with her staff, and with a little application of her maiden powers, returned fire. The fireball exploded behind the woman. She had already closed the distance between her and Amber. The woman kicked Amber in the stomach. The maiden was thrown back. A blade was falling towards her neck. A more familiar blade blocked and deflected it.
"Guardian Qrow." Amber greeted. "I had that."
"Clearly." Qrow replied.
The woman scowled. She threw a fireball at Amber and blocked an attack from Qrow. The three exchanged a flurry of blows. None could breach their opponent's defense. Whatever skill Amber had before, she now realized was nothing compared to this woman. Amber scowled and sheathed her sword. She grasped her staff and called forth her powers as the Maiden of Fall.
Her eyes began glowing gold as she slowly lifted in the air. The winds picked up, and clouds began to gather. Leaves from the trees began swirling around Amber. She raised her staff, and a bout of flame issued forth. The pillar of fire she controlled targeted the woman she had been fighting. A bullet whizzed by her ear.
Amber turned and glared at the newcomer. Another person in robes was aiming at her. She sent a wave of fire at him.
Orion just watched in amazement.
"This is the power of the Maidens?" He asked Qrow, incredulous.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Qrow replied.
"Quite the show of power." Orion answered. "I've only seen a display like this once before."
"Really?" Qrow asked, blocked an attack from another newcomer.
"Yeah!" Orion yelled over the growing din. "It was her father that did it."
Before Qrow could respond, a cry of pain was heard. The fire ground to halt, and the winds died down. Amber dropped to the ground, an arrow sticking out of her chest.
"AMBER!" Qrow and Orion both shouted.
Qrow was grabbed from behind, a dagger pressed to his neck. A pistole was pressed against Orion's head. Amber raised her staff again, but the silver haired boy kicked her in the face. She was thrown backwards. He was about to attack again when a voice rang out from the woods.
"That's enough!" A powerful sounding voice called.
It was immediately followed by a shrill whistle. Flames burst to life in a circle around the entire group. They parted to allow more robed figures enter. Including the ones they had already been fighting, Orion counted twenty. Two more than Qrow had originally seen. The last two in the procession walked forwards. The taller of the two men wore a plague doctor's mask
"I must admit, your information was most certainly correct." The owner of the voice said, clearly the leader of the group.
"Bind them." The second of the two commanded.
A few of the robbed figures walked forward and forced a strange crystal into each of their hands. The leader of the group raised his right hand. Orion and Qrow noted with fascination that his arm appeared to be entirely composed of Dust crystal, save of the skeleton underneath. His arm glowed blue for a second before they all felt the crystal in their hands growing and wrapping around their wrists.
"Cinder, if you please?" The plague doctor gestured to the golden eyed woman who they had been fighting.
A couple of the robed figures rushed forward and roughly grabbed Amber. They forced her to kneel and face Cinder. The woman smirked as she donned a white glove with black and red markings. She faced her palm towards the Maiden's face. A small black blob crawled from the glove.
Amber recognized it as a Grimm easily enough, she could only guess at its purpose. Fear started building within her.
"No, please." She whispered.
The Grimm seemed to sniff around the woman's hand. She turned her palm face up.
"No." Amber repeated.
Cinder flicked the small black beast towards Amber. A black line kept the Grimm attached to the glove. The Grimm latched onto her face with a splat. She could feel it digging into her very soul.
"NO!" Amber yelled.
To everyone's shock, a blast of flame ignited the Grimm. The glove burnt off and Cinder cried out, grasping her hand. More fire began spreading from Amber. Qrow noted that Agreus would be very happy. His daughter had indeed inherited the Blackflame family semblance. Black fires danced around the clearing. Amber had no control over them. They ignited the robed people quickly. Ash began falling from their bodies as their souls were slowly burned.
The plague doctor raised his hand again and waved it about in complex patterns. The Dust shackles on Qrow, Orion and Amber fell off and turned into walls around the robed figures. The flames died down as Amber fell unconscious. Small tongues of black flame licked at her body. Qrow knew it would scar pretty badly.
"Grab Amber." Qrow shouted. "We have to leave."
Orion nodded and ran towards his apprentice. Qrow shifted back into his crow form and flew overhead. The horses had long since fled. Orion hoisted Amber over his shoulder and ran. Qrow kept an eye on the two. They ran to the nearest village.
Orion got them a ride to Vale. Qrow meanwhile was talking on his scroll. They met up in the bullhead Orion had commissioned.
"Good news, and bad news. I managed to get her a place for medical attention, no questions asked." Qrow said.
"The bad news?" Orion queried.
"It's at Beacon academy, under Ozpin's care." Qrow answered.
"I'll keep an eye on her. You get to tell Agreus." Orion said.
"Saw that coming." Qrow muttered.
He turned to Amber's unconscious form. Her breathing was ragged. Her complexion was pale. Whatever that Grimm had done, it had certainly damaged the Blackflame heiress. Qrow was worried how Agreus would take the news.
…/…
The Dust walls shrunk back into small Dust crystals. Doc Harvester adjusted his mask as he surveyed the scene. The Maiden and her protectors, Orion Arc and the Crow had escaped. All but a few of his fellows had died. Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, Janus, and himself had survived.
The ground around them was scorched and jagged scars ran along the road. Cinder, Emerald and Mercury walked over to him.
"We failed." Cinder stated, annoyed.
"Indeed, and yet, we have gained far more from this failure than we would have from success." Harvester said.
"Saint Harvest?" Janus inquired.
"What exactly do you mean?" Mercury asked.
"We now have an in." Harvester responded. "She is a Blackflame. Her guardians are Orion Arc and Qrow Branwen. We know three people who are close to Agreus."
"Look at that Cinder, your information was actually useful." Janus snarked.
"Enough, Jackdaw." Harvester said. "You can be patronizing later. Now, we need to return. The council should know we have new information. And Cinder, it might be time to check with your previous mistress."
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