Luke is talking to an angry Kashfan nobleman, jabbing his cigarette in the man’s face emphatically.
“I don’t care what they’re doing to your damn grapes. Your wine tastes like piss anyway and you know it. I need those troops there to support the Resistance in Eregnor. If Begma takes Eregnor, the first lands they seize next will be yours. Use your head man. The troops stay. ”
The man is flushed and obviously wants to say more but he bites his tongue, bows low, and mutters, “As you wish, your Majesty,” before backing out of the room.
Luke looks up, “Oh, hey Merle. Sorry about that. What’s up?”
“I need a diviner. You know of a good one?”
Luke shifts about uncomfortably and says, “How good?”
“The best.”
Luke still looks like he’s not completely convinced.
“What are you trying to find?”
“My sister.”
Luke nods and begins shuffling through his trumps. Toward the bottom he finds what he is looking for and hands it over to Merlin.
“Unity. She’s very good. Be careful, cousin. She’s not the type you really want to be in debt to.”
Merlin takes the trump and says, “Understood. Thanks.”