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Ivalyn Yvarro
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Taeli Raaf
Gerwald entered the smaller conference room with measured steps. The space was enclosed, quieter than the chamber, but no less charged. Lady
Taeli Raaf
waited, composed, her posture suggesting readiness to begin. Every angle of her gaze carried the clarity he had observed earlier. She had already spoken with reason, delineating authority and the necessity of centralized control. Here, the implications were immediate.
Ivalyn Yvarro
had taken her seat opposite him. The Commonwealth’s edifice of calm and civility remained intact, but Gerwald wanted to know what was behind it. Her acknowledgment of the prior discussion struck him as filtered through desire rather than comprehension. She had heard what she wished, not what was spoken. The correction of her title lingered longer in his assessment than her words. It was a signal of something he was certain the Grand Vizier had not intended to convey. The Dread Wolf believed those who insisted on formal recognition of something as basic as a title lacked the strength to keep it. It was why he rarely enforced the formality of his own titles. He grew accustomed to using them out of necessity. It was his bias, and the Dark Councilor would acknowledge it openly.
Gerwald’s mind cataloged the situation. The Commonwealth was formally independent. That independence would remain. Autonomy, however, did not excuse actions that threatened the Sadow Campaign or the wishes of the Empress. Should Ivalyn act unilaterally she would risk feeding the chaos Taeli had warned the council against, the very chaos Ivalyn argued against. Gerwald recognized the potential in her cooperation, and the
necessity of framing it carefully. If she aligned with him and Taeli, she maintained influence. If she acted against the campaign, she risked marginalization. Abstaining from it entirely and the Commonwealth would remain intact but risk political and financial costs to compensate for its lack of contribution. What would cost the Commonwealth more, playing a role in the campaign, or an increase in the taxes such endeavors inevitably created?
He considered the duality of the council’s voices. Some advocated oversight and order. Others sought to exploit chaos and indulgence. Both carried risk if left unchecked. The Sadow Campaign required precision with alignment and enforcement. Without a singular authority to direct the action, independent ambitions would collide, and the opportunity before all of them would be squandered.
Taeli’s warning echoed in his mind:
“Not even out of the gate, and the squabbling between our disparate factions within the Empire has begun because no rules and no structure have been established.”
He had accepted command of the campaign. Its success no longer depended on persuasion alone. Yet the Commonwealth’s participation, or lack thereof, would shape the political and material landscape. Did Ivalyn not understand that her decisions would impact her government and citizens on a larger scale.
The room held a quiet tension. The Dread Wolf waited as he catalogued presence and expression. He measured reactions without needing words. This meeting was not to debate command. It was to clarify the Lord Commander’s plan, and to illuminate the strategic reasoning that cooperation served her as much as the campaign. Gerwald Lechner
wanted the Commonwealth as an ally in this endeavor.
The balance between opportunity and risk hung taut, and he held it there, steady, waiting for Taeli to speak. She would be able to help them understand each other.
At least that was what Gerwald hoped.