This was news, and not his business, but he would most definitely be looking into it.

Eventually.

“I will have this researched,” True promised him.

“You have much to concern yourself with,” Ry stated the obvious. “However, I fear the coincidence of Marian’s disappearance, some others of my Go’Ella after her, and a small amount more vanishing as well, this happening during these times…” He drew in a deep breath. “Well, Your Grace, it makes me uneasy.”

“And you wish to find her,” Farah said.

Ry nodded. “I worry for her. Her mother was ill. She would go often to care for her. But once, she left and did not come back. Aron was not wrong. In the purest sense of our religion, it is the priests’ responsibility to protect our Go’Ella. I can assure you that many take this much to heart. I am one of those many. But as happens, this concept has become bastardized over time. I am just gladdened to understand there are hearty discussions about it. For the time is nigh.”

When all at the table simply regarded him, Ry took his cue and stood.

“I will find parchment and pen. And then I must be away home, if they will take me.”

“Your accent, you were Airenzian before you pledged to the Go’Doan?” True asked.

Ry nodded.

“Regardless, you can make your home here if aught befalls you on your return,” True offered and felt Farah’s gaze warming his profile with her approval.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Ry said on a bow of his head. He lifted it and murmured, “I’m to a parchment.”

And with that, he left the room.

When the doors closed behind him, Alfie inquired, “Has Mars learned aught yet from the Go’Ella?”

“Not that I’ve heard. But if he does, he will share,” True answered.

“Serena? Tor?” Alfie asked.

“We have, as of two days ago, one man planted in The Rising. I would wish more, and any information he might procure will take time, and I fear the quest for it is most dangerous. But they carry on.”

“News from Mar-el?” Alfie continued.

“There is some issue with the pirates,” True shared. “Aramus is calling a summit.”

Alfie nodded and pressed on. “Airen?”

Yes, his counsellor had accepted his new role.

Wholeheartedly.

True did not shout his gladness at this.

He looked to Farah, who he’d already told the news he was about to share, before he returned to Alfie.

“Gallienus has been arrested for the rape of one of his wives. He awaits tribunal.”

“By the gods,” Alfie muttered, this before he started chuckling.

True felt Farah’s fingers curl around his knee and squeeze deeply, such was her joy at seeing Alfie chuckle.

“They very much wish Farah and I, Silence and Mars and Aramus and Ha-Lah at their nuptials and are keen to press forward with them, something they intend to do quickly after the trial. Farah and I might be able to get away, it is but days on a ship, Ha-Lah as well. But I fear they will not have…” He trailed off, not wishing to bring up something that might dampen the goodness of this day.