It's rabbit season - Erebor, diplomats

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night Experience must be lacking. Tiphon regards the pair coolly. A yearling and a newcomer still delving in politics are at his door. They are hospitable and professional enough but entirely inexperienced. Curiosity piques in the deep corridors of Tiphon's thoughts but no one could tell by the stoic manner in which he glances between the two of them. "A pleasure," he remarks with a roll of his shoulders. The last time the Chamber presented themselves here, Rodrik held the throne. Has it already been so long ago that there is new monarchy? Neither carry the blood king's scent. Instead, they both reek of the familiar pines but also of a mare. A new queen, perhaps? The question is easily enough dismissed as the mare speaks up in a more informal tone. Tiphon's assumptions are concluded rather quickly and his head inclines in response. "Queen Straia? What happened to Rodrik?" Their kingdoms were never bitter toward one another nor were they entirely friendly. There was something dark in Rodrik, something that Tiphon couldn't bring himself to trust. And that, unfortunately, extended to the Chamber, but he doesn't voice this aloud as of yet. "The Dale is doing well," it's the generic response that is said about most kingdoms. No one ever wants to over inform outsiders. "And what of the Chamber under this new ruler? Tell me more of her." His eyes gleam with interest to hear who was worthy enough to replace Rodrik. Tiphon infection and starlace

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