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Fathers and Daughters

Closed W2 D2 LA Andrew Elariel Daerra Elariel Tamsin Landell Jansten Landell

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#1 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 30 September 2011 - 11:38 PM

Though she had to hurry, Daerra made it to the hotel in time. The meeting was scheduled in a private conference room in the Rosy Sunrise, one of the hotels House Elariel was funding. The room was lavish, and would likely flatter their guests, Lord Jansten Landell and his daughter Tamsin. Once her father had asked her to attend, Daerra had immediately began researching. Though Tamsin and Jansten were the last of the Landell line, the house was flourishing financially, and there was talk of plans for a keep. With her position as Jansten's sole heir, Tamsin was in an interesting position politically, and Daerra was excited to meet her, so that she could figure out how best to use her.

Andrew looked up when she entered. He had a glass of wine in his hand. In front of him, a small coffee table was nicely set with tea, wine, and a plate full of appetizers. The Rosy Sunrise always did its absolute best to accomodate the Elariels when they came to visit.

"You cut things a little close, didn't you? The Landells will be here any minute." As soon as he began talking, Daerra felt his soothing begin to take effect. Her bronze had not warned her, so she was willing to bet he had a smoker hidden in an adjoining room. She could still feel him though, pushing against her rebelliousness and distraction, wanting to make her obedient and more focused on her task.

"I met someone on the way, and it took me a moment to extricate myself from their company without being rude."

Andrew eyed her coldly, and then dismissed her, returning to his study of an ornate tapestry. "When the Landells get here, and the preliminary conversation is done with I want you to offer to take Tamsin aside, and leave Jansten and I to do business. There is a nearby room I have prepared for the two of you, so you can go talk of women's things. I want them separated, if possible, so they can't work together against me."

Of course, she thought, Why else would he have brought me along. It wouldn't even occur to Andrew that he might need some support himself, especially not from Daerra.

"And if she declines? Lady Tamsin is Lord Jansten's heir, father. He might insist that she stay himself."

"Then we'll make do. Just keep your mouth shut whenever possible, and follow my lead."



#2 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 15 October 2011 - 12:29 AM

Jansten was still not in the best of moods after the ball; laudanum had several side-effects, and that had been a very heavy dose. On top of that, though the day had cleared, he still tended to get short of breath. Fortunately, his gout was not bothering him as badly, though getting up and down from the carriage was something of a chore. He would insist on handing Tamsin down, too, which was ridiculous. She refrained from telling him so just then, though; they might as well not quarrel until after they were through with this meeting. Tamsin just gave him a speaking look, then took his arm on the way into the Rosy Sunrise.

Today was apparently a day to deal with representatives from Great Houses. That morning it had been Damien Deveaux, and now Andrew Elariel. The latter, however, was meeting with them in a hotel instead of at his own Keep. That meant neutral ground and a more even footing. Visiting Keep Deveaux, her proposal had taken on more of the character of…not a petition, but something further towards that end of the scale. This was likely to be a very different kind of meeting, particularly if Andrew held true to his charming-but-slippery reputation. He was nothing like Damien Deveaux had been.

Tamsin did not particularly like the plan that Jansten was developing to present to Elariel. She had told him so, but they had not argued a great deal about it, not once he had said plainly that he meant to go on with it whether she agreed or not. Tamsin knew when something was decided, and her father’s mind was made up on this. If she had pushed, it would not have been a quarrel, it would have been a fight, it would have been drawn out, and unpleasant. Certainly his idea would provide an excellent opportunity to take advantage of stupidity and greed, and those were in endless supply. Andrew Elariel was also probably the best man to approach with a plan like this. It made perfect sense. That did not mean she had to like it, all the same.

There wasn’t a trace of a frown on her face as they were shown through the hotel into the conference room, though. Tamsin displayed only calm composure. Next to her, Jansten grinned widely, and leaned with both hands on his cane to give a courteous bow of recognition. His voice was still hoarse after the ball, but cheerful all the same. “Lord Andrew – how d’you do? This must be your daughter, ha? I’ve brought my Tamsin as well.” She detached her hand from her father's arm to give a curtsy at the appropriate time, taking in the two Elariels with interest.


#3 Andrew Elariel


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Posted 15 October 2011 - 01:24 AM

Andrew smiled as his guests entered. Lord Landell had been vague in his messages, but what he had hinted sounded promising not just for Elariel, but for Andrew himself. Had another house held back details Andrew would have refused to meet with them, but Jansten had been persistent, and Landell was in an interesting position politically. With a growing fortune and plans for a Keep, Jansten Landell was making a big name for himself in the central dominance. That alone, while impressive, was not all that spectacular. There were usually around twenty houses with a chance at making it into Luthadel at any given time. What made Landell interesting was the daughter, Tamsin. When her gouty father died, she would be his sole benefactor, and the last of the Landell line. If Andrew was able to create a relationship between their houses, Tamsin could make a suitable bride for Aaron, and Elariel would profit for it.

He would have brought the boy, could he be trusted, to get the two interracting. But, though he hated to admit it, his son was not someone he wanted around delicate business dealings. As a male heir, Andrew could not send Aaron away with the excuse of women's talk, and then Tamsin would stay as well. And so, he invited Daerra. When she managed to unhide her unnatural social defects, his daughter could be surprisingly convincing. If she managed to befriend Tamsin, she could be used to bring the heiress and Aaron together.

Of course, that was just a bonus. Now that Aaron was heir, Andrew wasn't terribly worried about finding him a wife. Many women would kill to marry the future Lord of Luthadel's second greatest house. If he had any inkling of what Jansten Landell was hinting at, this meeting would be valuable in its own right. Even if he acted the proposal, Andrew was certain he could wrangle some sort of contract out of the man. Elariel was always looking for more shipping contracts, and Landell was one of the best in the business. And with the current political situation, a powerful ally who wouldn't break Elariel neutrality would be invaluable. In short, Andrew had everything to gain from this meeting, and nothing to lose.

As soon as the pair entered the room, Andrew took note of the expressions and body language and began to soothe them. As always, he started gently, barely pushing at all. He chose emotions that weren't prominent, merely strengthening what they were already feeling ever so slightly so that no changes would be noticeable. Soothing was delicate work, and if he wanted to influence Jansten significantly later in the conversation, he had to start with little changes now, so the bigger changes would not be noticed later on.

"Lord Landell, Lady Tamsin. It is a pleasure to meet you." He inclined his head out of respect to both, and then strode forward confidently to shake Jansten's hand, and kiss Tamsin's. Greetings done, he took his seat at the table, and gestured for Daerra and his guests to do the same. "Let's get down to business," he said with a winning smile. "Shall we?"

#4 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 15 October 2011 - 01:56 AM

When the Landells were announced, Daerra quickly positioned herself to best display her elegant figure, aristocratic features and fine clothes. The Landells might be wealthy enough to consider building a keep, but being a Great House was about more than money. It was about perfection. As one of the older houses in Luthadel, Elariel had several generations of breeding on its side, something that no house, however wealthy, could buy. And so, Daerra made sure her hair fell just so and that her distinctive eyes caught the light. As the Landells entered, she turned as if she and her father were in the middle of conversing, though they had been standing in silence.

"A pleasure," she said, echoing her father's greeting with a professional smile. Following her father's example, she returned Tamsin's curtsy with a polite nod, and offered Jansten her own curtsy and her hand to kiss. As the niceties were exchanged, she took stock of the Landells. Jansten was rumored to have health problems, and seeing him in person showed this was true. He looked too old for his fifty seven years. Though he tried to cover it with a smile and a strong personality, Daerra could see a slight tightness around his eyes that indicated discomfort, and though it was mostly disguised by his clothing, some swelling was evident.

Tamsin was interesting as well. She was pretty in her own way, though her prominent eyebrows gave her face a less refined more rural look. Where her father hid his true feelings and thoughts beneath a strong personality and a smile, Tamsin's face was perfectly composed. Fire and ice, she thought. No doubt the two would make a formidable negotiating team. Daerra immediately began strategizing. If Tamsin was going to be manipulated, first Daerra needed to find out what her motivations were. She needed to be drawn out of her shell. If Daerra could find an interest or passion, she could use it to get Tamsin talking. Once she began showing some emotion, Daerra would have a better idea of what she was working with.

"Please she said, ushering them to the table. Have a seat."



#5 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 15 October 2011 - 06:13 AM

Andrew Elariel's face struck Tamsin as the sort of man who attracted women, by virtue of both power and physical features, and was aware of it. He had a studied grace that more than suggested arrogance to her as he rose to come forward and first shake her father's hand, which Jansten returned heartily with a "Likewise." Then Andrew extended his hand for Tamsin's, holding his own out palm-upwards with the clear intention of taking hers to kiss.

She reached out her hand and clasped his with a firm grip, turning it side-wise instead to shake it. Andrew reacted smoothly, altering his intention to match her response, but he glanced down at her with an amused, patronizing expression in his eyes before he let go of her hand. It was plainly deliberate, a silent belittling message, and it was nothing that Tamsin hadn't seen before or even heard spoken audibly before. He was nothing remarkable; she was not even particularly angry, she only felt a brief irritation at the repetition, and a vague amused distaste.

Not letting any of that display on her face, Tamsin smiled to herself up at Andrew before he turned to take his seat. He was welcome to underestimate her; she did not need his opinion for a validation. She turned to Daerra, who had just given her hand to Jansten, extending it in the more conventional way with her palm down. Jansten straightened from pressing a kiss on the back of her knuckles. "So it is, Lady Daerra," he agreed again.

Tamsin added pleasantly, "Quite." She only lifted her hand slightly at first, but when she caught a hint of reciprocation from Daerra, she reached out to shake her hand just as she had Andrew's. It felt unpracticed; Daerra was plainly not used to it, from the way she had just presented her hand to Tamsin's father. Still, Tamsin was not going to shake her father's hand and then ignore hers.

Daerra resembled her father in many ways; she had the same carriage and her eyes, though much lighter than Andrew's, somehow matched his as well. She did not have quite the same aura that he did, but each motion and expression seemed considered, planned, almost posing. And that, too, was similar.

Without a need for further invitation, Jansten dropped himself into one of the chairs around the small table with an ominous creak of the carved wood. Tamsin took a seat as well, still regarding the Elariels with calm attention and interest.

"So. Having established all that," her father said jovially, "true as it is, it's straight down to brass tacks then, Lord Andrew? Been looking forward to this for a while. One of my pet notions." He leaned back slightly and folded both hands over his midsection comfortably.


#6 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 16 October 2011 - 01:30 AM

Daerra accepted Tamsin's handshake, hating herself for how awkward it felt. It was not until she moved to accept, congratulating herself on her smoothness in adjusting, that she realized she had never given a real handshake before. Her father usually kept her out of business dealings, and Daerra's goals had always been social or political previously. She'd sealed more than one bargain by accepting a kiss on the hand, or with a courtesy kiss on the each cheek if another woman was involved.

The exchange went well, with only a hint of awkwardness, but Daerra could see that Tamsin sensed it. She didn't want the woman to think she was dealing with some sheltered noble woman who couldn't be taken seriously, she was Daerra Elariel after all. It was too late to fix things now, she would have to rectify the situation during the conversation. So, Daerra swallowed her discomfort, took her seat, and gave Tamsin and Jansten her best welcoming smile.



#7 Andrew Elariel


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Posted 16 October 2011 - 01:49 AM

Andrew continued soothing both Landells, but as soon as they sat down he divided his attentions, focusing on each individually. With Tamsin, he intensified his soothing, dampening everything slightly, and then easing off all but the ones he truly wanted to soothe: attentiveness, pride, and stubbornness. He performed a similar technique on Jansten, but chose different emotions to leave soothed, choosing nervousness, restraint, and boredom, hoping to make the man care more about the deal he was proposing. Since Jansten seemed to be more animated, Andrew soothed a little harder than he had with Tamsin, who seemed so reserved.

Andrew smiled, flashing his perfect teeth and took a light sip of wine, motioning for the Landells to help themselves to the refreshments on the table. He chuckled softly at Jansten's comment. When he spoke, he kept his voice light and cheery, but left a hint of danger in it. The two could not be allowed to forget who they were dealing with. "I hope you are teasing me, Lord Landell," he said smoothly. "I would hate to have come all this way for a mere musing. You indicated in your messages that your so called 'pet notion' could have great rewards for both of us."

Andrew took another light sip of wine, and stepped up his soothing a notch. "But I know you are not the type to disappoint my expectations, so let's hear what you are so excited about." Andrew quickly glanced over at Daerra. The girl was sitting demurely in her seat, if a she-koloss in skirts could ever be called demure, looking expectantly at Lord Landell. Her face displayed the perfect mix of interest and reservation. Nothing in her posture or expression gave any indication she was about to leave.

"Daerra dear, why don't you show Lady Tamsin the hotel? The Lord's Room is empty, and the view is fantastic. The servants will have it set up nicely by now, and it would be a shame to waste their efforts. I'm sure me and Lord Landell can get on well enough on our own."

#8 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 16 October 2011 - 05:54 AM

This meeting was important to Tamsin's father. It was more than a pet notion for him, it could prove to be a landmark moment for their House. She might not like the scheme, but she would not undermine him in this meeting.

So that was why he brought his daughter. To get rid of me. Her eyes flicked towards Andrew; he was still showing that smile. Tamsin looked at him steadily for a moment. Alienating the Elariels would be a poor choice, but so would simply rolling over and accepting Andrew's dismissal. That would establish her as a weak heir to Landell, and she would not accept that. She knew her father would not, either.

Tamsin did not need to look at Jansten to know she had his support and approval. That was a given; he had taught her to stand up for herself. He wouldn't step in to answer for her, of course; that would only weaken her as well, letting it seem as if she could not do this on her own terms. This was hers. If it pushed Andrew Elariel too far to give him a courteous refusal, then this business relationship would go nowhere.

"I would be glad to see it," she said, holding a gracious, calm tone, "as soon as we have had a chance to speak a little of our proposal. It interests me personally as well."


#9 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 16 October 2011 - 07:32 AM

"Of course Lady Tamsin," said Daerra's father, his voice like silk. "Let us proceed then." Daerra knew she should have been the one to suggest leaving. She had hoped her father would let her stay a little longer before trying to send her off. She should have known better.

Tamsin, however, had taken things out of her hands. "I'm excited to hear your proposal as well, Lord Landell," she said. By drawing attention to herself, Daerra hoped to displace some of the tension her father's suggestion had built between Tamsin and himself. Likely he was working on it with his allomancy, but Andrew always erred on the side of caution when soothing new people. There was a reason he'd survived in Luthadel as an active soother for thirty years without being outed, and a set of rotating smokers at balls was only half of it.

Daerra was about to say more when she felt a push against her emotions, wiping away her initiative and motivation. Her father's message was clear. Stay silent. And so she did.



#10 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 12 December 2011 - 06:06 PM

Tamsin knew that it had been a risk to say what she had, but having calmly weighed the pros and cons, it was better this way. That smooth-as-silk note in Andrew’s reply made it clear what he thought of the insistence. However, he had already formed that opinion of her, so what did it matter if she confirmed it a little further? Her eyes flicked over to Daerra. She was not sure if the other woman was genuinely interested in the business matter, or if she was simply trying to calm them down, or both. She was quite difficult to read.

Nothing to concern herself too much about; it was done with. It was time to go ahead, now, and sound out the Elariels on the venture. Next to her, Jansten grinned again, a little wolfishly, and launched into his explanation. “Hold out a faint hope of great reward in front of a man, and a certainty of something much smaller, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred he’ll leap for the big prize. Can’t believe no one’s already taken full advantage of that resource, but there you have it. Gambling is low and rather vulgar, something only done in back-rooms of taverns. My proposal, Lord Andrew, is to establish a new sort of gambling hall. An exclusive club, catering only to young gentlemen and ladies of class. Give them music, lights, entertainment. Make it fashionable and refined and they’ll swarm in to throw away their money.”

He glanced over at Tamsin, and she knew her cue to speak. "For traditional games of cards and dice, the hall can take a commission from the pot. There are a number of possibilities for other games of chance that will mathematically allow the hall to make a consistent, reliable profit. If you would like to see an outline of the expected percentages, I have the figures here." She slipped a slender folder onto the table, without quite passing it to Andrew. He would have to reach out for it, and visibly display his interest, if he wanted to see it.

Jansten took up the thread again. “All of this leaves young lordlings of good society indebted to the gambling-hall, of course. And the more deeply they fall into debt, the more determined they will be to get themselves out the easy way, winning the big payout.” He left the implication unsaid: that Elariel and Landell, of course, would have leverage over these same lordlings.


#11 Andrew Elariel


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Posted 23 December 2011 - 10:59 PM

Andrew immediately began dissecting Jansten's proposal. As he went, he adjusted his soothing slightly. Tamsin, he left mostly alone. If Jansten wanted to let his daughter parrot his words for him, that was his business. Andrew had read through multiple reports of the man's illness, perhaps letting Tamsin talk for a while gave Jansten time to deal with the pain and regroup. Or maybe he thought letting her outline his ideas would give potential allies confidence in her as an heir. Whatever the motive, the point of the matter was whether she was there or not, Andrew needn't concern himself with Tamsin beyond her support for her father. If only he had managed to send her away.

Patience, he reminded himself. There would be another opportunity. In Jansten, he altered his soothing, pressing a little harder on restraint and doubt, and letting up on energy and confidence. Jansten was obviously excited about his idea, and the more Andrew could encourage that excitement, the more likely he would be able to influence Jansten without noticing it. It would also make the man more likely to make a mistake.

When Tamsin set the file in front of him, he made no move to reach for it. He knew how these games were played. He couldn't show his interest too soon, no matter how enticing the idea was. Though he could already see the potential extended far beyond making money. Such a place would be the perfect trap for potential black mail victims. Young lordlings who didn't want their fathers to know where they spent their stipends, ladies who thought onlookers were too busy with games to notice a quick rendezvous with a secret lover, and drunks who made stupid mistakes would all pay through the nose to keep the wrong people from finding out about their transgressions. Elariel might even be able to guage the state of other House's finances by how much people were bidding.

Most importantly, by opening such a truly exclusive venue, Andrew could establish himself as an unofficial judge of social class, including desirables and keeping the rabble out. Admittance could be used to reward lower ranked allies, and he could bar those of higher rank who displeased them. I'd like to see Mia Casuana try to insult me then.

All his thoughts he kept to himself, keeping his expression perfectly neutral. If he wanted to get a favorable deal, he could not let the Landell's know how much he liked the idea.

"I've always seen games of chance an outlet of the desperate, Lord Landell," he said carefully after a moment. He kept his posture relaxed, and still made no move to reach for the folder. "Last ditch attempts by fools who can't make their own money to absolve their problems. Do you really think men and women of calibre will be taken in so easily?" Lightly, Andrew pressed back down on Jansten's confidence, and soothed away the slightest bit of pride. That's it he thought as he waited for a reply. Convince me.

#12 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 26 September 2017 - 12:37 PM

Jansten was feeling a sudden sense of uncertainty. He had no doubt in his own idea; what he had laid out was an irresistible draw, and it would work exactly as he had said it would work. But Andrew Elariel was refusing to bite down on the bait. Surely he could not fail to see the truth in what Jansten was saying - it was undeniable. But no, Jansten decided, this was a play to try to set him off his balance and push him towards a weaker position. Less business partner and more supplicant. Logically, his proposal made too much sense to just brush away. Andrew Elariel was too intelligent not to see it, just as Jansten had laid it out, and all the further implications that it would have for House Elariel in general, and for Andrew Elariel specifically.

So the cantankerous old nobleman laughed out loud, a deep belly laugh despite his slight sense of nervousness. "Oh, Lord Ruler. Men and women of calibre are no less foolish on the whole than any others. Riordan Casuana, Efram Lekal, Etienne Deveaux... Rust and Ruin, I would have been there in my salad days."

Daerra had been silent throughout the entire discussion. Jansten was perfectly aware that she was there only to get rid of his own daughter, which was meant to weaken him, and to treat his heir like something less than what she was. She was expected at this point to keep quiet now that her purpose had been foiled. Andrew Elariel clearly thought little enough of women.

Well, Jansten could take his opponent's strategy and turn it completely on its head. Change the rules of the engagement completely. Since Andrew had seen fit to bring his daughter and then fail to include her in the conversation at all... Jansten could do precisely the opposite. Why not give Daerra a voice in this, and see what came out when she could not avoid it? She was not Andrew's heir, but she was certainly at least Tamsin's equal in standing. Why not treat her accordingly, where Andrew had treated his own daughter with veiled amusement and contempt?

Jansten turned to Daerra Elariel and gave her a grin. "What do you think, Lady Daerra? These are your peers, and you are well known to be a wise and thoughtful woman. You must also be a shrewd judge of character. Do you suppose that young men and women you know will be pulled in towards this proposed sophisticated den of iniquity?"


#13 Daerra Elariel


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Posted 27 September 2017 - 05:06 AM

Daerra maintained her serene expression, though she seethed within. How dare Lord Landell use her like some prop; a mere weakness of her father's to be exploited. Of course he had to take advantage of Daerra to try to turn the tables on Andrew. Andrew was obviously impervious--so perfect and without foible that his flawed and feeble little daughter was the only way around his peerless intellect and polished stratagems.

Jansten would of course be aware that he had put Daerra in an impossible situation. Every word she spoke would be in contradiction of her father's instructions, while remaining silent or playing demure and letting Andrew retake the lead would reflect poorly on her and on her house. The fact that she had watched the maneuver happen, knowing full well where it would lead, without being able to do anything to stop it only increased her fury.

While some part of her knew that her anger was being displaced, and that Andrew bore the lionshare of the blame for her current predicament, that part of her was snuffed out by the part of her that wanted desperately to show Jansten Landell the error of his ways. Her father thought she was a monster anyways, why not show him just what a monstrosity she could be?

"You flatter me, Lord Landell." A pleasantry, useless but for the few seconds it bought her to plan. "I had not thought my reputation for... perception so noteworthy." Jansten had the money to open his little gambling den. If the deal went through Elariel, or Andrew personally, would surely contribute, if only to preserve acquire an enforceable interest in the Venture. The Landell's were known for the wealth. What they needed was Elariel's name, that mark of status and prestige which, if applied correctly, would make Jansten's glamorous vision a reality.

"Reputation is an interesting concept, isn't it?" Daerra kept her tone cool and measured, but injected a bit of warmth to avoid sounding cold. Perfume and sweet music to cloak the sound and smell of her steel. "The men you mentioned all have status, yes, but what of their reputation?" And what of your reputation, sir? Do you think your 'salad days' went unnoticed by your betters? "Riordan Casuana, Efram Lekal, Etienne Deveaux, you chose them for a reason, yes? They were low hanging fruit, easy to risk disparaging because you believe doing so would be of little consequence."

Daerra glanced to the side, holding Tamsin's eyes in her own for a moment before returning to Jansten. Let her feel what it was to be used. I see her Jansten, and I'm not reaching for her yet, but if I decide to you can't stop me. "While I cannot speak for my father, my supposition is that your proposal will require some measure of discretion if it is to be successful." Daerra added a hint of amusement to her tone. She wanted to seem as if she were humoring him, playing along with his game at her discretion, and not because he had cornered her. She needed to sound like she was indulging a passing fancy if she wanted her barbs to have maximum effect.

"For your venture to outlast its own novelty, lords and ladies of high status and reputation will need some reassurance that their patronage will not come back to bite them at the next day's luncheon." Daerra gradually transitioned away from amusement, hoping to end on a professional note. "It will be a delicate dance. How do you propose to manage it?"

Belatedly, Daerra felt the familiar touch of her father's allomancy, smothering her initiative, confidence, and rebellion. Normally she could sense even the subtlest of Andrew's manipulations without bronze, but in the heat of the moment, Daerra's anger had overpowered her other emotions and obscured Andrew's allomancy.

Andrew's expression remained unchanged. His casual posture, his subtle but knowing grin, and those amused yet calculating eyes made it seem like everything was going according to his grand design. His gaze flicked back to Jansten, nodding for the other Lord to answer as if his permission was required.

He didn't know to soothe my anger because he didn't realize I was angry. Daerra allowed herself a small moment of silent self-congratulation. Whatever the consequences of this meeting, she had bested her father, and his failure to notice her victory only made it sweeter.



#14 Tamsin Landell


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Posted 27 September 2017 - 01:57 PM

Tamsin kept her surprise under control. She'd seen her father's move, understood it - she saw each move in this dance, but she hadn't anticipated the knives. They were there in the look that Daerra gave her. While she could understand that at the moment she and her father were playing against these two, why was there such viciousness in the woman's pale grey eyes? Jansten had even shown Daerra a kind of respect.

"No, I'm really not given to flattery, Lady Daerra," Jansten answered. His grin hadn't diminished. For the moment he focused all his attention on Daerra, his eyes only briefly sliding to Andrew. He noted the little nod, that part of the game. "If you know anything about my own reputation, you know I'm a cantankerous old bastard who tells it like it is whether people want to hear it or not. Some people like that, some people hate it; but the other part of my reputation is that Landell always follows through. Lord Andrew wouldn't be here today if he didn't know that."

"So," Jansten continued, and looked to Tamsin now. She was tense, uncertain if this was the right move from him, or what part in this game he wanted her to play. "I taught my daughter, and I trust her to do the same. What do you see right now, Tamsin?"

"I see," Tamsin said slowly and carefully, "that she gave no real answer out loud to your question. You asked what she thought the nobles she knew would do if this was in front of them, and Lady Daerra went around answering that by turning it into her own question. The answer to Lady Daerra's question is already right in front of all of us, I think everyone in this room is aware of it, but if it needs to be said out loud I suppose I can do that. So: Lord Andrew knows perfectly well that people of reputation will be drawn to this. He wouldn't be here himself for any other reason." Her gaze flicked to Andrew instead of being divided between her father and Daerra, addressing him directly.

Tamsin didn't like him. She found his gaze as disconcerting as the venom in his daughter's look, even though it was far more veiled with Andrew Elariel. All the same Tamsin maintained an icy-cool composure as she spoke. "My father could have approached someone else within your House, perhaps someone who wasn't disinherited so many years ago, instead of you. He didn't. This is an incredible opportunity for House Elariel, but it's also an incredible opportunity for you to increase your own personal power and you know it. All of us stand to benefit. House Landell benefits financially, and from the grace of the Elariel name attached to the establishment granting greater success, as Elariel is known not to be formally allied with any other Great House above another. House Elariel benefits financially and socially. Andrew Elariel benefits by virtue of gaining knowledge and leverage over others on a regular basis."

Since Daerra had given the metaphor... and Tamsin felt for some reason as if there was more to it than that, as if Daerra, while she was looking at Tamsin's gouty, lame, and overweight father, was making a pointed comment... she decided to take that theme and run with it. Tamsin smiled. "Will a gamble draw a man of reputation? This one is drawing you right now and I'll wager you just can't pass up a challenge. The door is there. You can walk out of it and turn this down if you want to. We're not here as beggars, Lord Andrew. We're here as partners. Will you dance or not?"

She left the folder where it was. This had become a power play: forcing Andrew Elariel to either reach for it or not.

Edited by Borborygmus, 27 September 2017 - 04:49 PM.


#15 Andrew Elariel


  • Disinherited Heir

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House Fathvell
  • Age45

  • Relationship StatusMarried

  • OriginLuthadel

  • Allomantic StatusHidden

Posted 15 October 2017 - 06:53 PM

Of course Daerra made a small mess of things, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. It would have been preferable if she and Tamsin had left together to tour the hotel, but no doubt Jansten had anticipated Andrew would feel that way, and had insisted the young women stay for that reason. He wasn't confident in taking Andrew on one and one, and so he insisted on playing the game in pairs on the off chance the average of his and his daughter's competencies, combined with Daerra's ineptitude, would be enough to offset Andrew's natural advantages.

He was wrong.

Andrew smirked as Tamsin finished her little recitation, Pushing lightly against her confidence to add a slight sting to his condescension. One day, he would make her pay for that barb about his place in the Elariel succession, but not when a prize like the one Jansten was proposing was on the line. Andrew turned to Jansten, Pushing against his restraint and doubt, hoping that Jansten's continued enthusiasm for his idea would govern him. He also lightly pressed against Jansten's anger and annoyance, not enough to be noticed if Jansten was watching for allomancy, but enough to hopefully de-escalate the tension in the room.

"I'm well aware of your house's fidelity, Lord Landell. I don't think either Lady Daerra or I were intending to imply you will be unable to see your project through to completion." Andrew left the dossier untouched, but Pushed hard against all of Daerra's emotions except for curiousity, hoping she would take the hint this time. Thankfully, she complied. Daerra's attempt to make her motions seem casual were convincing enough, he supposed, even if they were painfully obvious to Andrew. She began to flip through the folder idly, as if she were paging through a fashion folio while waiting for guests to arrive. At least she's good for something.

"So having acknowledged your competence, how are we to assure the lords and ladies of Luthadel's elite that a visit to the proposed establishment will not harm their carefully crafted reputations? I have no doubt they will be drawn there, whether by fashion, fancy, or foolhardy, but how do you intend to relax the purse strings, so to speak? I'll admit your proposal has my interest. Lady Tamsin is correct to point out that I wouldn't be here if it were otherwise. That interest comes with concerns though."

"For your venture to be worth its price tag, we need to earn more than we would operating a lower class establishment." Andrew continued soothing both Jansten and Tamsin, making light adjustments to make them more attentive. He wanted to make it feel easy and pleasant for them to listen to him, contrasting their feelings of discomfort and agitation following Daerra's earlier response. "So, let's problem solve, shall we? Efram Lekal and Aldwin Tekiel are itching to spend their stipends and to be seen doing it. Their money, and what information we can glean from their patronage, isn't much different from what we might earn or discover from their solicitation of a lower level, less expensive, establishment. But say Caden Hasting, wanting to be seen as part of the fashionable set, attends with them, where he might not have joined had they been frequenting one of Luthadel's existing gambling dens. Having attracted a nobleman of pristine reputation, what do we earn off of his presence, and how do we convince him to let loose and enjoy with his colleagues?"

As he finished, Andrew shifted his soothing once again, while keeping it light, trying to make Tamsin and Jansten slightly more eager to prove themselves. All right Jansten, let's see you convince me.





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