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Emhyr deals with the aftermath of the attempted coup.
“I am not under your rule, Emhyr.” Meve glared at him.
“No, you are not.” Emhyr agreed, nodding. “However, you are my guests, and I am trying ever so hard to prove to my southern lords that the northern lands are filled with people and places just as great as their own. One of the hardest things to shake in all this, is the idea that the north is filled with uncultured barbarians. One I know for a fact is not true as I have been to the north, been to Tretogor and Ard Carraigh in Kaedwen. Beautiful places, beautiful people.”
“Ah, but they are only beautiful if you are not different.” It was Three Jackdaws. “Their cultures, their music, their food even! I cannot rave enough about northern food. What little they get; they make excellent use of. But heaven help you if you are a species whose names don’t begin with H. But I do believe we are getting far from the topic at hand. We have brought you a gift, the betrayers. And one more should be arriving…”
