The Threads That Bind Us (The Confidant) Aug 10, 2015 15:33:11 GMT -7
Post by Nascent on Aug 10, 2015 15:33:11 GMT -7
Several weeks had passed since the bandit crisis, as it was coming to be known, had been brought to an end for Leahaven. From the outside the town-turning-city was much as it had been, bustling with hard work and simple trade, its people going about their everyday affairs. It seemed as though matters had finally returned to normal and peace had been restored.
Garnet wasn't quite so sure.
Her people had been brought almost to the brink before the situation had finally been reined in and resolved; word of people packing up and readying to leave had been common enough and defections by workers and even a few of the city guard had been alarming news to receive. Now, clad in a plain tunic and traveler's cloak, she walked the streets of her city as though a visitor, trying to gauge the mood of the people for herself. This, sadly, was not something she could leave to advisers -- though she trusted her council there was always the likelihood of panderers and yes-men in the chain of information and, perhaps more pressingly, the bias of noble station skewing the facts. No... no matter how much Selene would later protest the recklessness of her actions, there were some truths that had to be ascertained in person. Advisers might be informed on the bodily health of the city, but the health of its heart and soul was another matter altogether.
So far, the mood was mixed. The farmer selling apples from a cart on Ploughman's Way had issued a verdict of confidence in the Lord Regent and feeling safe on his lands, while a tailor on Noble Accession had bitterly complained about a scarcity of materials due to opportunists within the Merchant's Guild and a smith up on Gilsweep bragged about how sales of swords and shields were outpacing ploughshares and sickles. She had even observed mercenaries wandering the streets offering to protect businesses and homes that paid them a fee... and somehow, their tone didn't suggest guard duty. The uncertainty may not have been at a fever pitch as it had been, but now it seemed to run across Leahaven like a cold sweat. Many, far too many people were on edge.
Yet acknowledging the problem was only half the work -- she needed to figure out a way forward, to restore not only confidence but peace and well-being as well. Still wandering, Garnet traversed her way down Jolcaim lane towards the Merchant's Guild. She was merely planning to pass by and listen to the chatter around the market stalls, for going into the Guild proper or approaching the wrong guildsman was just asking to be identified. She needed her anonymity still. And so "Garnet the commoner" walked along, enjoying a second apple from a second farmer's stand, ears pricked to the voices and pulse of her city.