Talinn Ryalor
Duke of Westisle
Staff member
Nobility: Duke
Minister: Innovation

Set after The Quill and the Straightedge.
The temporary Captain of the Hide lay in his bed, where he would spend most of the return journey, as even sitting in a chair proved too much for the old, wounded fox. He was alive through the efforts of Barrett, Darragh, Finnian, and the precious vial whose high cost only he truly knew, but he still looked like a shadow of the beast that had been leading them before Urk. He turned his head to look at the endless sea illuminated by the mid-afternoon sun, and stared at it for some time, before returning to look at the papers sprawled across his bed in an uncharacteristically disorganized mess. Reports from across the Imperium, his own Ministry, and other things. What he had said in the...afterlife...to his various visitors had been true. He would never be allowed to rest, not really, for the remainder of his life.
A formal knock at the door.
Talinn sighed, painfully wincing as the air forced its way down his chest, feeling like somebeast had set it on fire, before he was able to recover. The aftereffects of his treatment would linger for a long time, if not for the rest of his life. A bitter bargain to buy more time from the Kitsune. Reaching over to the lever near the side of his bed, he pulled it once, indicating that the beast summoned could come in, as his voice was too weak to do more than whisper painfully.
The temporary Captain of the Hide lay in his bed, where he would spend most of the return journey, as even sitting in a chair proved too much for the old, wounded fox. He was alive through the efforts of Barrett, Darragh, Finnian, and the precious vial whose high cost only he truly knew, but he still looked like a shadow of the beast that had been leading them before Urk. He turned his head to look at the endless sea illuminated by the mid-afternoon sun, and stared at it for some time, before returning to look at the papers sprawled across his bed in an uncharacteristically disorganized mess. Reports from across the Imperium, his own Ministry, and other things. What he had said in the...afterlife...to his various visitors had been true. He would never be allowed to rest, not really, for the remainder of his life.
A formal knock at the door.
Talinn sighed, painfully wincing as the air forced its way down his chest, feeling like somebeast had set it on fire, before he was able to recover. The aftereffects of his treatment would linger for a long time, if not for the rest of his life. A bitter bargain to buy more time from the Kitsune. Reaching over to the lever near the side of his bed, he pulled it once, indicating that the beast summoned could come in, as his voice was too weak to do more than whisper painfully.
Nashirou...what have you been playing with?