The Marquess' eyes narrow at the tale of Mercutio's father tossing a tome of the Chronicles into the fire. Pride in herself and the Pathfinders seems to be a powerful chord that Mercutio has struck, and a kinship is quickly developed, at least from Lady Deschamps' end. She seems decidedly interested in helping take down the Vernisant family a peg or two.
Some fortune towards that end is already showing itself. Earl Calhadion Vernisant looks to be hurrying around in a panic trailing a handful of guards. Not just a few items, but the entire collection on display has been stolen by thoroughly disreputable rapscallions. What was to be a moment of triumph, unveiling the artifacts before the official Vote, has turned to ashes in his mouth.
Aurelia finds similar luck with the poor Landgrave. Between a combination of terrifying the daylights out of him with her forwardness and her legitimate offer of alliance, he is agreeing to just about anything she says. He takes the Card and promises to stay in contact. He has little political acumen or power so has few hangers-on, but he rates an office as a member of the Senate, so he can be contacted through there. If he isn't in the Capitol they can forward on any messages to his home out in the hinterlands.
As dinner starts coming to an end a presentation by the Lotheed family commences. They bring out a familiar bottle of wine to be presented to the most powerful Senators, done for the usual reasons of fame and renown. However, unknown to most a certain special someone spiced it up a bit more than usual. The century-old bottle of wine is opened and served, and almost immediately there are cries of disgust, with one Senator retching onto the floor. The embarrassment of the head of the Lotheed delegation is visibly horrified, a visual that is surely to bring a sharp joy to Lady Martella's heart.
Finally, the Taldan Senate convenes to vote on various issues, with one of prime importance. The food is cleared away and the Senators file to their seats on the Floor. Guests and witnesses such as yourselves fill the Gallery above to overflowing. The Hall spends 30 minutes arguing and voting on formalities and spending bills before reaching the event all of Taldor has been waiting for: whether to abolish the long-standing and controversial standard of inheritance.
The political ruling body of Taldor spreads out twenty feet from the observation deck of the Gallery. Dozens of Senators and their immediate aides scurry below. The cacophony of voices if almost deafening, and it seems like the ceaseless chatter will continue endlessly. Suddenly, the magically amplified voice of the Senate Speaker interrupts the noise. "Thank you all. I would ask that our observers please be silent and seat themselves. We will now begin voting on addendum number twenty-two thousands eighty-seven: the repeal of the ancient law of agnatic primogeniture, the issuance of inheritance and aristocratic title solely through first-born male heirs."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."