The Silver Queen [AU]

[Tethras Clan]

"Look to the east," Zevran says softly, head tilting. "When we left, I had heard that a group of refugees from Nyra were coming here. That they were preparing housing there." But what they can see to the east is not tents or even shacks but very clearly a series of plain but sturdy looking row houses. "I... suppose this has become more than temporary housing..."

[Isabela]

"But, to the southeast," she says, indicating what is clearly a series of campfires illuminating shoddy tents. "And the west," she adds, indicating a similar encampment. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Yes... I..." He squints through the spyglass towards the western camp. "I do not recognize that crest," he mutters. I don't know the names for the various Nyrian noble houses, but I at least know them by sight... that one does not ring a bell. Nor does it seem to fit standard Nyrian ascetic. "Does... do either of you know noble crests?"

[Isabela]

"Not really," admits Bela.

[Carver Amell]

"Some of them? Let me have a peek."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran hands it over without dispute. "If you cannot, then we can ask Helene. Or Cindy, come to think of it," he muses.

[Carver Amell]

"Huh," says Carver, after a moment.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran rolls his eyes and glances at Isabela. Carver always has to milk it. Drama queen.

[Isabela]

Bela rolls her eyes. "Huh what?" Guess it's my turn to play Carver-bait.

[Carver Amell]

"That's not a Nyran crest."

[Isabela]

She rolls her eyes harder. "Oh my gods," she says dryly. "Where's it from, then?"

[Carver Amell]

"Huh?" he asks again, pulling his eye back from the telescope. "Oh, sorry, I'm not trying to -- it's not a noble crest at all. I know those guys, they're the Red Bandannas. We used to make war on them when I first moved to Nyra."

[Tethras Clan]

"...we?" Zevran asks, distracted.

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah, Marian and--"

He pauses, closing his eyes for a moment, then shakes his head. He takes a deep breath. "Anyway, we were Coalies. Well, her more than me."

[Tethras Clan]

"Ah." Zevran is quiet a moment as well. "I suppose it makes sense, that... more than the nobles have fled. Given how badly Coalside was... affected..."