Abrogail Thrune sighs.  She does not feel like she ought to be that scary, she wouldn't scare herself that much.  But - a fact she still stumbles over sometimes - literally nobody appears to be as strong as her.  She supposes that's why she's in charge of Cheliax and they are not.

"No, I'm not going to have you hauled up before me for a fleeting thought of fear."

"Sort yourself out.  Try to find some reason amid all that fear, once you've been given some time and peace to find it.  You have a place in Cheliax now, and a note in your Security file.  If anybody hurt you without Sevar's permission, which she gives not lightly, they would answer to her; and if Sevar gave that permission for foolish reasons she'd answer to me.  You're safer now than you've been since the day you were born, Korva Tallandria.  You'll answer to Hell at the end of your life, it is not in my power to exempt you from that, but not the chaotic whims of mortals in this life.  Perhaps that can be the favor I've done you."

"Security will notify me if there's anything else within reason that you start to actually want, and you'll get it.  Not for having asked for it out loud, of course.  It's not my intention to force you into heresy.  But Asmodeus knows you can't always control your own thoughts."

"Now, let's talk about what it is that I'd like you to do for me..."

Abrogail Thrune is scarcely any less annoyed with the entire concept of tropes than is Korva Tallandria, and it has occurred to Abrogail as well that the supposed tropes may not be what they appear to be.  But Abrogail must for now go on considering that they may be real, and planning at least somewhat on that basis, for that too is a probability; she needs no Law to understand that much.

So if there's one to do Keltham any injury, or oversee its doing - oh, it should indeed be Tallandria, the one he's harmed.  Since he's been so helpful as to harm someone, unjustly, carelessly, in the eyes of a dath ilani romance novel.

Abrogail Thrune sighs.  She does not feel like she ought to be that scary, she wouldn't scare herself that much.  But - a fact she still stumbles over sometimes - literally nobody appears to be as strong as her.  She supposes that's why she's in charge of Cheliax and they are not.

"No, I'm not going to have you hauled up before me for a fleeting thought of fear.  Sevar was obsessing over me every five minutes at the point I decided it was a problem."

"Sort yourself out.  Try to find some reason amid all that fear, once you've been given some time and peace to find it.  You have a place in Cheliax now, and a note in your Security file.  If anybody hurts you without Sevar's permission, which she gives not lightly, they will answer to her; and if Sevar gives that permission for foolish reasons she'll answer to me.  You're safer now than you've been since the day you were born, Korva Tallandria.  You'll be judged by Hell at the end of your life, it is not in my power to exempt you from that.  But not the chaotic whims of mortals in this life.  Perhaps that can be the favor I've done you."

"Security will notify me if there's anything else within reason that you start to actually want, and you'll get it.  Not for having demanded it of your Queen out loud, of course.  It's not my intention to force you into heresy.  But Asmodeus knows you can't always control your own thoughts."

"Now, let's talk about what it is that I'd like you to do for me..."

Abrogail Thrune is scarcely any less annoyed with the entire concept of tropes than is Korva Tallandria, and it has occurred to Abrogail as well that the supposed tropes may not be what they appear to be.  But Abrogail must for now go on considering that they may be real, and planning at least somewhat on that basis, for that too is a probability; she needs no Law to understand that much.

So if there's one to do Keltham any injury, or oversee its doing - oh, it should indeed be Tallandria, the one he's harmed.  Since he's been so helpful as to harm someone, unjustly, carelessly, in the eyes of a dath ilani romance novel.

Abrogail Thrune sighs.  She does not feel like she ought to be that scary, she wouldn't scare herself that much.  But - a fact she still stumbles over sometimes - literally nobody appears to be as strong as her.  She supposes that's why she's in charge of Cheliax and they are not.

"No, I'm not going to have you hauled up before me for a fleeting thought of fear.  Sevar was obsessing over me every five minutes at the point I decided it was a problem."

"Sort yourself out.  Try to find some reason amid all that fear, once you've been given some time and peace to find it.  You have a place in Cheliax now, and a note in your Security file.  If anybody hurts you without Sevar's permission, which she gives not lightly, they will answer to her; and if Sevar gives that permission for foolish reasons she'll answer to me.  You're safer now than you've been since the day you were born, Korva Tallandria.  You'll be judged by Hell at the end of your life, it is not in my power to exempt you from that.  But not the chaotic whims of mortals in this life.  Perhaps that can be the favor I've done you."

"Security will notify me if there's anything else within reason that you start to actually want, and you'll get it.  Not for having demanded it of your Queen out loud, of course.  It's not my intention to force you into heresy.  But Asmodeus knows you can't always control your own thoughts."

"Now, let's talk about what it is that I'd like you to do for me..."

Abrogail Thrune is scarcely any less annoyed with the entire concept of tropes than is Korva Tallandria, and it has occurred to Abrogail as well that the supposed tropes may not be what they appear to be.  But Abrogail must for now go on considering that they may be real, and planning at least somewhat on that basis, for that too is a probability; she needs no Law to understand that much.

So if there's one to do Keltham any injury, or oversee its doing - oh, it should indeed be Tallandria, the one he's harmed.  Since Keltham has been so helpful as to harm someone, unjustly, carelessly, in the eyes of a dath ilani romance novel.

Abrogail Thrune sighs.  She does not feel like she ought to be that scary, she wouldn't scare herself that much.  But - a fact she still stumbles over sometimes - literally nobody appears to be as strong as her.  She supposes that's why she's in charge of Cheliax and they are not.

"No, I'm not going to have you hauled up before me for a fleeting thought of fear.  Sevar was obsessing over me every five minutes at the point I decided it was a problem."

"Sort yourself out.  Try to find some reason amid all that fear, once you've been given some time and peace to find it.  You have a place in Cheliax now, and a note in your Security file.  If anybody hurts you without Sevar's permission, which she gives not lightly, they will answer to her; and if Sevar gives that permission for foolish reasons she'll answer to me.  You're safer now than you've been since the day you were born, Korva Tallandria.  You'll be judged by Hell at the end of your life, it is not in my power to exempt you from that.  But you need no longer fear the chaotic whims of mortals in this life.  Perhaps that can be the favor I've done you."

"Security will notify me if there's anything else within reason that you start to actually want, and you'll get it.  Not for having demanded it of your Queen out loud, of course.  It's not my intention to force you into heresy.  But Asmodeus knows you can't always control your own thoughts."

"Now, let's talk about what it is that I'd like you to do for me..."

Abrogail Thrune is scarcely any less annoyed with the entire concept of tropes than is Korva Tallandria, and it has occurred to Abrogail as well that the supposed tropes may not be what they appear to be.  But Abrogail must for now go on considering that they may be real, and planning at least somewhat on that basis, for that too is a probability; she needs no Law to understand that much.

So if there's one to do Keltham any injury, or oversee its doing - oh, it should indeed be Tallandria, the one he's harmed.  Since Keltham has been so helpful as to harm someone, unjustly, carelessly, in the eyes of a dath ilani romance novel.

Abrogail Thrune sighs.  She does not feel like she ought to be that scary, she wouldn't scare herself that much.  But - a fact she still stumbles over sometimes - literally nobody appears to be as strong as her.  She supposes that's why she's in charge of Cheliax and they are not.

"No, I'm not going to have you hauled up before me for a fleeting thought of fear.  Sevar was obsessing over me every five minutes at the point I decided it was a problem."

"Sort yourself out.  Try to find some reason amid all that fear, once you've been given some time and peace to find it.  You have a place in Cheliax now, and a note in your Security file.  If anybody hurts you without Sevar's permission, which she gives not lightly, they will answer to her; and if Sevar gives that permission for foolish reasons she'll answer to me.  You're safer now than you've been since the day you were born, Korva Tallandria.  You'll be judged by Hell at the end of your life, it is not in my power to exempt you from that.  But you need no longer fear the chaotic whims of mortals in this life.  Perhaps that can be the favor I've done you."

"Security will notify me if there's anything else within reason that you start to actually want, and you'll get it.  Not for having demanded it of your Queen out loud, of course.  It's not my intention to force you into heresy.  But Asmodeus knows you can't always control your own thoughts."

"Now, let's talk about what it is that I'd like you to do for me..."

Abrogail Thrune is scarcely any less annoyed with the entire concept of tropes than is Korva Tallandria, and it has occurred to Abrogail as well that the supposed tropes may not be what they appear to be.  But Abrogail must for now go on considering that they may be real, and planning at least somewhat on that basis, for that too is a probability; she needs no ilani Law to understand that much.

So if there's one to do Keltham any injury, or oversee its doing - oh, it should indeed be Tallandria, the one he's harmed.  Since Keltham has been so helpful as to harm someone, unjustly, carelessly, in the eyes of a dath ilani romance novel.