Friendly Face

The ornate carriage belonging to Kaedwen was allowed passage while under the watch of Ciaran, Sif, Iorveth, Risryn, and Sieglinde. Each was ready to cut down the guards as well as everyone within the carriage should things look sketchy, though they didn't expect such a bold move from a country they'd easily beaten in all-out war.

Reima and Asgore stood outside the city waiting for them to arrive, both having remarkably different assumptions of the reasons for this visit.

Reima thought that Kaedwen and Radovid as a result was trying to save face, bargain for terms they had no right, or position to try claim. He'd aired these thoughts to Asgore who shook his head,

Asgore "I believe this King Radovid wishes to avoid further conflict with us, fighting a war against the Nilfgaardian empire is taxing enough, add us? The North would fall in a matter of weeks or months."

Reima nods, "I guess that sounds right, he's supposed to be a genius commander, negotiator, and politician... Among other things, though, I'm wondering who he's sent to try and quell the conflict?"

Asgore "I am still not familiar with this world, nor it's inhabitants but I suspect it will be someone you know personally." he guesses.

Reima "Well, we'll get to see soon... Look." he says pointing at the entourage moving in their direction with a carriage in the middle of them.

Due to there not being a proper road built yet it takes it's time, trundling across the dirt, burnt remains of plantlife and shards of metal from the battle.

It eventually crawls to a halt a good distance away from the city, as per Reima's command. The people under his control stand at attention near it as the door to the carriage opens, someone stepping out and revealing familiar blue clothing...

Reima "Roche?" he asks, the Temerian Blue Stripe uncomfortably looking around, knowing that for all intents and purposes, he was now their enemy.

Roche "Reima." he says, slowly walking towards them, leading Ves who's the next person out of the carriage.

Reima goes up to meet them, grasping Roche's forearm ina friendly gesture before doing the same to Ves, "I don't understand... Are you escorting the Kaedweni King?" he asks, doubting that Roche would accept the position.

Roche rubs his chin and neck sheepishly, "No... I've been given the position by King Radovid." he says, with an apologetic expression.

Reima leans his head to the side, "Huh, what'd Radovid offer you for that? Enough gold to build a country?"

Roche shakes his head, "No, he made an offer a patriot couldn't refuse... He'd assist in retaking Temeria, he vowed to not interfere in its reformation and even promised to provide funds, men and supplies to get started..."

Reima "Are you so sure of Radovid's ability to take Temeria from Nilfgaard?" he asks

Roche nods, "I am. He may not strike people as perceptive, or even sane... But he knows military tactics like the back of his hand, he knows how to manipulate men as if they were his own kin... I believe if anyone is going to push back Nilfgaard then it would be him."

Reima shakes his head, disagreeing as he thought Radovid would have lost already if he'd not interfered in defending Skellige. "Oh, right... This is Asgore, the Priminister of Ichor." he says gesturing to the large humanoid goat behind him.

Asgore "Greetings, I am Priminster Asgore, former King of the Monster race."

Roche and Ves's eyes widen but they quickly regain their composure, having already spent enough time within this city to know it was not as normal as the rest of the world. Roche bows respectfully, "We haven't met yet, I am Vernon Roche... King Roche of Kaedwen." he corrects himself.

Asgore "Shall we talk over some tea? Seeing as you are old friends I don't see why we need to keep the hostility between our countries."

Roche nods, "I know what you are all capable of, if you still wished to conquer Kaedwen then I'd send the news to Radovid that it is a certainty." he states, following Asgore and Reima as they head towards Kaer Morhen keep, Ves quickly trailing Roche.

The group eventually reach a room with large windows, allowing the sunlight to stream in. On one side of the room is a small table, decorated with a vas holding a single yellow flower.

Asgore "Hinky? Be a dear and retrieve some extra chairs for me." he asks the air, two extra chairs appearing next to the table as if it were normal. He then walks to the other side of the room where a small kitchen had been set up, Asgore quickly preparing some tea as Reima, Roche, and Ves sit own opposite each other.

Roche "I must say, this city of yours is coming on well... Though, I must question the need for every building to be plated in gold." he asks while looking out of the window.

Reima "I've got more gold than this world probably has in its mines, it's just a valuable metal, so why not use it for something decorative?"

Ves "Yes, but most people simply have jewelry made, not plating a city in in it."

Reima chuckles, "Well, I'm not most people, am I?"

The three of the laugh, Roche continuing to press for answers, "May I ask where all those new... Monster residents came from?"

Reim shrugs, "Same place as the Prospects and Chaos servants... Another world entirely." he says.

Roche and Ves look at each other, a familiar look they'd give each other when facing unwinnable odds. "How this world has lasted so long with the presence of your ancestors is a complete mystery to me, maybe your just the best of them? Or the most ambitious." he wonders aloud.