Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy
The soft glow of the holo-projector flickered to life in Relliks quarters aboard the DSD-Vault. He did not ask Maldor, nor Vyllia, nor Tertius for this connection. Instead, turning to the Network to find the line needed for him. They delivered her information quietly, precisely. With him preferring to reach out on his own terms.
"Lady Ra'a'mah Numare,"
He had no intention of trying to intimidate or dominate Ra. It appeared she had a storied history if the reports were to be believed.
"Several among my banner have recently been in dealings with you. They are intelligent and your works together are for you all to determine on your own, so that is not my concern. I am reaching out tonight to request your presence at my home. There, over food and drink, I hope to move beyond the formalities and the contracts that bind us. I wish to understand the woman behind these dealings."
With his words he offered a warm smile.
"My home is within the Crucible above the city of Ravelin, upon Bastion... I understand the weight that one's past can carry shadows cast long and deep, and histories better left unspoken. Know this: within the walls of the crucible, there will be no judgment. Whatever truths you bring will be met with honesty, never condemnation. You will be safe. I ask only that you be truthful with me, as I intend to be with you. No matter what has shaped you, or what choices you have made, that will not change my respect for your strength or your right to seek new avenues for life. I wish only to know who my underlings are getting into dealings with. If you would kindly ease my mind. I would be generous in return."
He paused briefly, letting the weight of his words settle in the quiet of the room.
"There is no pretense in this invitation, Lady Ra'a'mah. No veiled agendas or tests. Only a genuine desire to know the woman behind the name"
Ra'a'mah