"You're welcome. What is it you wanted to talk about exactly?"

Wingsister gestures at a path and starts walking, glancing back to make sure Promise is following her. "Well, we want to hear more about your observations of Leareth so far, because Moondance said you had a positive impression of him, and - I'll be honest, that's awfully jarring with what we know. Though apparently we were missing rather a lot of context on him." She says it sharply, almost but not quite rolling her eyes. "Also, we would like to hear your side of things on the, er, Tayledras attack up north. I know you've already explained to other people, but we would find it valuable to hear it again directly, and with a first level Truth spell if that's all right. - Um, if you haven't heard of that, first-level just indicates whether or not you're telling the truth, it won't force you to give answers." 

"That's fine if that's all it does."

"Mmm. The meeting room is just this way." 

And Wingsister ushers her into an ancient-looking stone building, which has low ceilings and isn't really spacious enough to fly in. 

She walks. (She trips, and picks herself up.)

Savil glances back to see if she needs help, but doesn't actually offer her a hand, it doesn't look like she wants it. 

They reach a door, and go in. 

A dark-haired man rises. "You must be Promise. Um, we wanted to check if titles count as names, if it's a title you didn't get until adulthood...?"

"That shouldn't count. I don't know about titles you were born with."

"Well, that doesn't apply in this case. I'm the King's Own. The King hasn't decided for sure if he's willing to meet you face to face, but I can speak for him." 

He sits down, nods to the Herald next to him. 

Several other Heralds introduce themselves by various nicknames. 

Wingsister pulls out a chair for Promise. "Er, if you want to have a seat - I don't actually know if fairies prefer sitting..." 

Promise turns the chair ninety degrees and perches on it sideways so it doesn't obstruct her wings.

"I'm going to cast a first-stage Truth Spell now, if that's all right," the King's Own says, folding his hands on the tabletop. 

Nod.

He does so. A blue halo appears around her head; Promise herself can't see it, but the others in the room can, and relax slightly. 

"Can you tell us, in your own words, about the sequence of events that led to you meeting Leareth and, er, ending up working with him?" Wingsister asks. 

"I was in Fairyland. I encountered a tear, a sort of flimsy interworld gate known to occur sometimes in Fairyland, and went through it. I believe it's now been destroyed by my passage. At the time I was seriously injured, among other things, and fell to the ground in Leareth's territory. This set off some alarms and his people collected me and helped me recover my faculties."

"Ah." Wingsister is curious about the serious injuries and the history there, but it's not directly related to this, so she doesn't ask. "What do you think his motives were, in doing that? Either anything he told you, or your best guess." 

"I think he was curious about me."

"Hmm. Did he, er, pressure you to use your magic to help him with his mission? Whatever his mission even is, I'm not sure if he's told you anything?" 

"I did eventually start teaching sorcery but I did not feel that I was under any pressure to do so."

Nod. Wingsister still looks kind of dissatisfied, but like she's not sure how to approach it. "How long was the interval between when Leareth's people helped you recover, and when the, er, attack happened? And what were you and Leareth up to in that time?" 

"I wasn't counting sleeps - I'm not used to keeping time precisely at all, let alone by a regular day cycle, and anyway he lives underground and I live inside of a tree trunk. Not long, though, I think less than a week. I read some books, that's what set it off. They'd redacted the library of books with living mortals' names but forgot to also take out anything mentioning a god by name and Sunlord's name clicked. I didn't do anything with it, but it wasn't long after that his and the Star-Eyed's forces attacked."

"And how did that end up getting resolved? It sounded like it was a little complicated, going by Moondance's recollection." 

"I don't know what they thought would happen but I asked some questions about how gods do things with Foresight, derived the Star-Eyed's name, and demanded a surrender by planning on insisting that they both stop if one didn't materialize. She did and He didn't. I incapacitated the Ifteli army - with some help and some messiness - and then negotiated details through a leshya'e the Star-Eyed designated as her representative and let the Sunlord mostly resume his normal activities. I healed the surviving casualties of the fighting. The leshya'e conveyed a request that I assassinate Leareth but I have no idea why She thought that might work."