| [his dinner invitation to ser aymeric de borel is printed in the finest hand that he can muster, written on a leaf of vellum parchment sourced from one of ishgard's finest bookbinders. it cost him 150 gil for a page, which was 150 gil he did not actually have, but stephanivien keeps loose books over at the skysteel manufactory, and the bag of gil was sitting there, and, well — no one in francel's family knows what he is planning yet, and he isn't about to tell them until he has it in his hand.
francel secures the best of everything, at least for one night. stephanivien will be at the manufactory; aurvael will be at camp cloudtop with laniaitte; his father is on a trip to inspect monument tower and speak with the house durendaire guardsmen at whitebrim front; his mother has undergone a kind of monastic retreat with some of her friends, during which they will do little but sew and gossip and weave religious tapestries for the holy see. this leaves haillenarte manor in francel's hands. the servants have all been briefed.
he is anxious, for a time. ser aymeric receives a great many invitations to dinner — why should he assume that the lord speaker will agree to dine with him? he may be the son of a high house, but he is only the youngest thereof, and perhaps he isn't important enough, perhaps...] |
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