[GrangerAirstrike]

22nd of Summer, Cycle 129

She needed to consult with her Regent and the Oracle. Together they would could come up with the next stage of their plan.

She instructed the scout to send for the Oracle and she and Carrot sat in silence for a few moments.

It would take no less than a day for the Oracle to get the Seasonal Queen's communique, courtesy of the scouts of the eponymously-like named Queensland, and not much longer for "him" and a fellow group of quote-on-quote "staff members", including a single trusted Cleric to have arrived at Chail, and soon enough to the War Council itself.

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The Oracle's Entourage includes:

• The Oracle : Of the Queensland, of Caer Sidi and perhaps further
  
  
• Eesiywen : One ( of Many ) Clerics
  
• Correl : ( Honourary Librarian(?) ) member of the Library
  
• Syllarel : Library Guardswoman

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It would be perhaps true to state that, as the four three members of the Oracle's Library made their appearance within the rich yet modestly sized room of stone walls and archways to adjacent rooms, large windows, rich red carpet, chandeliers hanging from a comfortably robust ceiling and the desks, drawers and cabinets that accompanied a small fireplace to the side of the room; the Seasonal Queen, her Regent and any of the others currently seated on rich chairs toward an equally as noble looking table may have turned to look at the new arrivals. Two were Syvsian, one was a Sidhé. One of them, the Sidhé to be more specific was wearing a long flowing robe, it's colours muted and the design though patterned, did not seem at all rich or intricate. In his left hand, nothing, but in the right was a simple looking book of indiscriminate needs, perhaps a notebook. Another of them looked like a Guard, though not one that at all looked prepared to stare down a creature of Chaosium, not at all. Instead, perhaps face down a troublemaker. A dark khaki tunic was worn alongside a pair of lighter coloured trousers ended in black boots that looked recently polished. A belt served more as a holster for various closed pouches than any support for the outfit, and what could be described as a soft chestpiece made of leather and wool; an emblem emblazoned on the front was worn against the tunic. Right hand, unoccupied but in the left, a staff made of mangrove wood painted grey and white, shaped in a pattern, a refined topaz gemstone up top. The third, a male wore simpler attire than his compatriots. A pin, large enough to see from a couple of metres at the very least was placed against a cool blue-grey tunic toward the right shoulder, and he wore dark grey and light grey gloves on either hand. A belt secured the light khaki coloured trousers to the tunic and he wore simple shoes coloured like an oak tree. A strap was fastened to his torso and hanging from it, against his back was a decently large looking sack, one that looked as if it did indeed have something in it. But the Oracle itself? The mysterious force of the Queensland was nowhere to be seen. No secret as to the identity of the three was left, however as all three would have performed respectful curtsey toward the Seasonal Queen first, and to the Regent second and with that, the one whom looked like a Guard started up in address.

Syllarel, Library Guardswoman: "Your royal highness, the Seasonal Queen
Your excellency, Regent of the Queensland. It is a pleasure that you would call for us."

The Cleric would have followed next, who appeared quite decently taller than the other two beside her:

Eesiywen, Cleric of the Oracle('s library) : "Your message reached us quickly. We're from the great Library of the Bastion, the one of the Oracle."

And with the two having given their quick addresses, they would remain quiet for Seasonal Queen Aynia and/or the Regent's response. Syllarel's free hand would begin to rest against one of the pouches against her belt, as if waiting to do something with it.