!!cxzh3hxzuC1 06/07/11(Tue)23:00 No.15191822|
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Orders are sent and supplies procured- There's only so much you can do, of course, but you do it, partially for the image, and partially for the genuine effects, earnest concern for you citizens who are costing you more and more money. Soldiers and other servitors in the region are protected against disease, then sent in to put up notices, organize treatment, and distribute supplies. Already being done, of course, but now you can help the citizens to some extent, telling them how they can effectively help themselves. It's not too much, considering how many there are, or remain, capable of wielding even minor magics, but it is something, and the prospect of hope does serve to keep your new citizenry at least peaceful, if not happy.
Azyra, though, seems to be something you must deal with personally. You encounter her in the lower levels of your lair, passing through the catacombs-come-lizardfolk-fortress.
“Ah, Azyra, I am glad I caught up to you.” you greet.
“Oh, father. You were looking for me?” she greets happily.
“Indeed. I did have something I wanted to discuss with you...” you answer. A few of your lizardmen see that you've stopped to talk, and hurry to offer you chairs. Azyra accepts an ottoman, and seeing her sit down, you accept a chair. “I hear you have found some peers within Mza...” you say, inviting her to elaborate.
“Oh...” she says, obviously surprised you know about them. “Yes. Lady Magana's daughter Clyvesta,” she says, and you recognize the name as a rather wealthy merchant magnate, “ Vienta, Admiral Masik's daughter, and, uh, a few others.” she answers, obviously expecting you to disapprove for some reason. She begins to ask a question, then hesitates, as if trying to phrase it more politely. “What... Why do you happen to care?”