Northstar Vale grandmaman

The news brought by Chaudry sent the Matriarche towards the borders with all the grace of a brewing storm. Arranging for a babysitter to keep watch of the children before she prepared to leave, she had ordered for Chaudry to follow her and now called for @Noctaryn as her newly appointed right hand.

With a voice like spitting venom, she broke the silence that herself and Chaudry had settled into. Guide-nous. Je m'en charge. Whether Noctaryn was correct in his speculation or not, it did not matter now. It seemed to Viskani that her son was looking to admit his mistakes and resolve issues with Pala, to retrieve his children and raise them the way a father should. The idea that other's would stand between the family enraged her in a way she had only felt once before.

She had lost her grandchildren once, now twice. She would not let it happen a third time.

The right hand had arrived shortly after hearing her call, his promptness driven by both his unspoken promise to never be far from the Matriarche and his want to discuss how Pala and her sons can return home to Montagne de Ciguë safely.

He approached mother and son, a reverent dip of his head to Viskani and a curt nod to Chaudry—rigid, silent, and unmistakably formal. There was still a whisper of mistrust towards the male, as if all of this could have been completely avoided if the male had fought harder to keep the mother of his children within the Vale.

Viskani. Chaudry. You called?

She offered a nod of acknowledgement to Noctaryn as he appeared, a return to his own greeting. Yes. We are going to have my grandchildren returned. She kept it blunt, simple. I want it to be a peaceful negotiation. You will come, in case it does not turn out that way. To give their little troupe better numbers, but as well as his presence helping Viskani to remain calm.

Viskani then gave a gesture of her head, signalling Chaudry to move forward for which she followed close behind.