[ CLOSED ] a meeting

[londonbound]

Who: Rhy Maresh & Lyle Vela
When: mid-May
Where: Nott
What: Rhy approaches Lyle to discuss improvement of healthcare facilities in Nott and community investment.
Warnings: to be added if needed.



[ It's been a couple months now since Rhy sent that letter with Thancred, asking Lyle Vela if he would be willing to meet in person to discuss some potential ways the Summoned may be able to assist Nott. Since that time, much has happened -- and none of it good. It's been one thing after another: the nations flirting with war, the attacks between the Free Cities and Thorne, the kidnappings and the horrible truth behind them when it came to light what Josselyn Creed's cult had been doing to those poor people. It has not escaped Rhy that (as far as he's aware) all of the Summoned were recovered alive, while very few of the native Abraxans returned to their families. Of course, the majority of those losses were borne by Nott-- another ongoing pattern, time and again.

He knows that most of the responsibility and the ability to really enact proper change, as well as fund it, would normally rest on the governing body in Castle Thorne. But since they have shown little care for offering more than speeches (given at galas in another part of Thorne the actual affected people can't afford to go to), Rhy has found renewed determination to pick up the projects he was hoping to discuss with Vela before the abductions took everyone's full attention.

Luckily, when he followed up, Rhy received a positive response. Perhaps they are of a similar mind. Patiently, he waits to be received into Lyle's office. ]

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[The office of Lyle Vela is unchanged. The view of the lake from the large window is most impressive and the furniture simple but well made. Rhy is waved in by one of the staff to where Lyle sits behind his desk. He appears to have been writing something just moments before, but when Rhy enters the office his hands are folded beside a stack of papers. The smell of ink lingers.]

Welcome. Sit down. I'm afraid I don't have much time to offer you but I have some.

[Lyle's tone is brusque but friendly enough.]

May I offer you a drink?