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Friend,

I was afield handling a lead on the matter we previously discussed.

Is this still a nascent issue?

We should meet regardless. I'll bring the blue.

    -- Aubrey
       

Lujayn,

Apologies for my hasty scurrying about yestereve; there were many voices clamoring for my attention.

Let us arrange a meeting during this week's end at a locale of your choosing. I am happy to host at the college if you have no overwhelming preference. Do you enjoy rosewine?


    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Balestriere,

Thank you for this report.

Students are barred from partaking the drink without my express permission. The Sisters have begrudgingly agreed to cease any further Sacraments without my say so as well.

The Drink is not the problem, my friend. It is the temptation of a dream not dreamed by your own mind, but by another with unknown intent.


    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Balestriere,

My thanks for this timely report.

Of all Aurelio's flaws, his heroism and dedication to this war effort are not among them. While he is mayhap neither a strategist nor an engineer, there are few who can say that they have been as involved in the sorties and campaigns against the Thousand Clans than Aurelio. I would bid you to have a measure of patience with him; he and his would-be squires are frequently setting out to engage Iakmes' forces during those strange early hours characteristic of ashfolk.

In the evenings, it is my understanding that Katya has never shied away from the challenge of the orcs and their hordes.

I confess that my duties as a lyrist have largely kept me from the new front -- a matter I am hoping to rectify in the near future. But, alas, Balladeer Aeronwy has resolutely claimed that battling the orcs is gravely beneath her own self-proclaimed purpose and stature. She believes such dangerous missions are best left in the hands of the Banda Rossa rather than herself.

If you take umbrage with her assessment, however, I would not blame you for addressing the matter with her personally.

The song, however, greatly interests me. Are you certain the thing that Narwen and the Sisterhood were singing was the same song being bellowed by the Thousand Clans?

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Friend,

We ought meet and see whether or not we can find alignment on the upcoming election.

You may be surprised by my perspective.

    -- Aubrey
       

I cannot tell if I am crazy.

What is the difference between conviction and madness?

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I cannot tell if I am crazy.

What is the difference between conviction and madness?

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Estellise,

We must meet. With urgency. Name an evening and I shall come to the Tower.

    -- Aubrey
       

Ser Hyram,

I cannot find anything in our public records about the histories of the Sibylline Sisterhood, including the circumstances under which they arrived in Ephia's Well and joined the Cinquefoil Rose.

Might you be able to better direct my inquiries, friend?

    -- Aubrey
       

Scribe Idrees,

My duties leave me sparse time for meetings save for during the evening. You are welcome to make bellows for me or ring the bell. I am also happy to field your discussion by pen.

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Edmund,

Sincere apologies for the lateness of my reply. The Cinquefoil quest requires constant attention, particularly during times such as these.

I hear you have taken on the mantle of candidate for the upcoming election. Now, more than ever, it is prudent to address questions such as these -- and seek the answers we ought herald through the chorus of the People.

I have made my fair share of mistakes. The enmity that Mae holds for me is not ill founded; there is a legitimacy to her vitriol that is built over many-an-interaction which has withered our once blooming friendship. I do not, however, believe that my efforts to run as legate and my consistent willingness to exert pressures onto the members of our league fits among those mistakes.

Politics is a battlefield, one not entirely unlike a stage. Each actor desperately vies for the spot of prima persona, navigating the twisting and ever-changing script for the prize of the audience's heart. How, then, is the audience meant to differentiate the conveyed fervor of an impassioned dialogue from the portents of an intimate soliloquy? I would attest that they cannot -- in sooth, they should not. For words are so cheaply bought and exchanged; so cheap that one cannot derive true meaning. It is a person's actions which ring most true -- on this battlefield and all others.

I will confide with you a simple truth: The threat I made over the bellows was naught but bluster. Have I the authority to foist a person from our league? Certainly not! But neither did I have the legal mandate with which to overturn the villainous edicts of conscription and slavery laid forth by the League of Gold. And yet, I blustered! I was fitful! I was tireless! I made demands! I called to the folk to my left and right and said, "Is this not an indignity most insufferable? Shall we let tyranny reign in place of hope?" And soon thereafter, the People cried "Nay!' with all the breath they could muster. They cried aloud with such a furious conviction that I led a march to the pyramid to have these injustices overturned by the very man who instated them -- and so by the mandate of the People, Argent did.

It was imperative that Alexandria Sayburgh win her election. We have not had a candidate in the White League with such potential since Domhnall Guivarch. And what I will count among my many mistakes is the squandering of Domhnall's potential. I would not see history repeat itself. To abandon Alexandria for a greedy braggart like Zina or a moss-laden octogenarian in Marcellus would have been a condemnation of our league's ability to ever enact change in Ephia's Well.

And look at us now -- evoking change with every passing day, giving goodly gifts back unto the People, and on the journey towards a thriving future in spite of the tribulations of the past.

If I must occasionally play the role of the heavy-handed and villainous intruder to see done what needs be done, then so be it. But know this: My intrusion on the White League is a product of a passionate belief that the tenets of the Lillies are the surest path unto the Paradise the Cinquefoil Rose seeks for Ephia's Well.

A good legate is not made from a bundle of promises and a surfeit of deals. Were this the case, the avaricious merchants within the Gold League would have crafted a utopia out of Ephia's Well. No; a great leader is that person whose heart compels them to act for the betterment of all, even when it is most difficult to do so. Especially when it is most difficult to do so! For if we uplift ourselves from the muck only to thrust our neighbors down to replace us, the world we are creating is no Paradise at all.

And so you must ask yourself, as you endeavor to step forth onto center stage: How shall you comport yourself when the audience leans forth and gawks waitingly for your next act?

Good luck in your primary. You shall need it.

Truth in Action,

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

I knew I was going to really like this PC when she started her career handing out business cards. She did not disappoint.

I know the Balladeers were a bit of a struggle before this, but I was glad to see you bounce back and I enjoyed getting to watch Linlett develop.

moving out, finding a place to stay, moving in.

especially sparse playtimes for a bit; expect aubrey to show up only during CST evenings.

Balestriere,

Your concerns are not unreasonable.

Should you witness any member of the College of the Lost Hearth imbibing the Drink in the future - or, worse, handing it out to the public - I would appreciate a report.

The Cinquefoil Rose has no intentions to wage a rebellion against the Sultan or Baz'eel; pray dispel any of those thoughts and notions.

Thank you for your eyes and thoughts. We shall speak in person soon.

    -- Aubrey Domergue
       Lyrist of the Lost Hearth
       

Oh, Lyrist Aubrey speaks so sweet.
Her voice drifts down in rhythmic beat,
Through bellows wide, she fills the halls,
With words like waves-so grand, so tall!

She speaks and speaks, oh what a sight,
A thousand words before goodnight!
Her stories swirl, they loop and spin,
By verse or speech, she'll surely win!

The Cinquefoil Rose is her great pride,
A Lyrist true, so dignified!
To be Legate? Oh, one day soon!
She'll fly right over the moon!

Yet hush now, hush! She's drifting deep.
A queen of words, now fast asleep.
Good night, Grandma Aubrey!

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Oh, Lyrist Aubrey speaks so sweet.
Her voice drifts down in rhythmic beat,
Through bellows wide, she fills the halls,
With words like waves-so grand, so tall!

She speaks and speaks, oh what a sight,
A thousand words before goodnight!
Her stories swirl, they loop and spin,
By verse or speech, she'll surely win!

The Cinquefoil Rose is her great pride,
A Lyrist true, so dignified!
To be Legate? Oh, one day soon!
She'll fly right over the moon!

Yet hush now, hush! She's drifting deep.
A queen of words, now fast asleep.
Good night, Grandma Aubrey!

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be a real man and plot the death of your competitor so you can steal their shit.

buy a property and run your mercantile endeavors out of there.

apply for a stall placeable next to your "base" after you've made a name for yourself.