should see to my people. The scourge that has fallen on them is most severe. I need to procure some healing devices. Given everything I don't know where the coin for that will come from, but it needs to be my top priority. I hope that my absence won't offend you? If it were any other time, I'd be there without pause." She seemed anxious suddenly, which got Ali to touch her arm, trying to comfort her.
"Oh! We understand. Tor, can't you see about some healing amulets? I know that there were a lot made..." It was a bit leading, but his brother nodded, then looked at him.
"Timon has some. I don't know where. I didn't ask." The shrug that came wasn't strictly his brother's, belonging instead to The Cordes. The Ancient King that had taken up residence inside his brother's mind. He wasn't supposed to just take over like that, in the main.
Timon didn't call him on it, since the whole thing with someone living in his head other than himself served to make Tor seem like a loon at the best of times.
Instead he smiled politely.
"We need to get with Petra on that, but we should have enough by morning, if I can find her. She's off visiting some friends for the holiday, but I'm sure she'll be willing to help, even given that."
After all, she was a good person, for all that she'd helped him run off with tens of thousands of healing amulets. Technically Timon knew where they were hidden, which was at her mother's place in County Ward, but he didn't want to mention that out loud, since everyone knew that the Wards had betrayed the Kingdom again. Except of course, they hadn't. They were playing spy.
Petra knew that too, of course and even though he hadn't mentioned it, from his facial expression at the girl's name, Tor did too. Ali didn't, and he couldn't tell with Trice, but that last one was pretty likely. What was the point of training up a new spy mistress for the Kingdom if she wasn't going to know what was going on? It didn't show externally at all however.
The last people to give a gift were the older couple that had shared the bad end of the table with them earlier. They presented a nice set of handmade rocking chairs. They were actually pretty nice, the lines matching closely enough that no one would think they weren't a perfect pair. There were differences, but Timon noticing them didn't mean they weren't well done. He noticed a lot of things that others missed.
The King said a few words to them, but it wasn't anything special. Whatever they'd done wrong, it clearly wasn't moving into full rebellion against the man, so he didn't feel the need to make a big deal out of the whole thing. Timon wondered what it was, but Trice, knowing almost everything, let her head rise a notch and simply explained softly.
"Count and Countess Lynd. They had a problem last year and their present didn't make it in time. I always suspected sabotage myself. They've been on Connie's list ever since. It's really about other things of course. No one cares that much about presents after all. Political leverage can be found everywhere, if you're willing to look hard enough. No one will call them disloyal this year. Those are some nice chairs." She grinned, but the underlying message wasn't about the gifts at all, but about what had happened at the meal. There was a reason the King spoke about that. It was considered almost foolishly trusting for a noble to eat without checking their food.
That was the point he'd been trying to make.
Timon really wanted to get things going that night, since it would take hours to arrange it all, if they were going to help people in the morning. Not that he really cared, but it was kind of the job that he'd been set, right? Though mainly that was about Kolb wanting him to not be available for his sister, which was strange. He got the basic idea, that the Weapons Master wanted his young protégée to make her own kills, as either a lesson or trophy, but if there was to be a war, didn't it make sense for her to have all