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[beitangmoran]

The Honourable Beitang Moran
In Service of the Esteemed Vannozza Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

To send men armed with blades to people who are rightly worried for the future of their homeland, is that really what the just and fair ruler of that land should do?

If a subject cannot bring a grievance to their Lord for fear that they will be accused themselves and made to be criminals, then where is fairness in the world ? Can you really entrust the future prosperity of this glorious city to one so ill-tempered he would turn on his own people without the least self-examination in his own conduct when they admonish him?

Truly, this is the mark of a weak temperament. The stars did not err when they showed me the vision of this city ruled by a strong but fair hand, that of a lady of repute who can heed the people's concerns.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
May Fortune Ever Favour Don Bonaccorso!

Comments

un: absterge

[downswing]

( In which Lan Wangji clearly misunderstands the purpose of politics: )


Your visions show but imprecise glimpses.



( He... recalls. This conversation. )

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

Whatever your opinion of them, Master Lan, they are, also, always accurate.

[downswing]

You gleaned the fate of a citadel we only but encountered?

[beitangmoran]

The stars choose what they show me. I could get visions of places and people I have not even encountered yet, and they would still be true.

[downswing]

I ask: did you?

[beitangmoran]

I just told you, and everyone else, that I did. What more do you need me to say?

[downswing]

I believe you.

[beitangmoran]

Not that I require your approval on the matter, Master Lan, but it is appreciated nonetheless.

[downswing]

( Re... jected. )


I have only my trust to yield.

[beitangmoran]

And you frequently use it to bludgeon, Master Lan. But I hold no grievance about it, I assure you.

[downswing]

You speak fairly. The people deserve their hearing.

[Text; UN: Lianfang-Zun]

[malicing]

Your visions intrigue me, Your Highness. May I inquire: was it the Lady Vannozza Spina you saw?

[beitangmoran]

That they do, for sure. Answering to concerns with violence is never a good solution.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

Do we know another lady here more deserving and whose lineage would make her a viable candidate?

[Voice]

[malicing]

[He shifts to voice to be polite, his tone unreadable.]

I can't say. You have been here longer.

But you didn't answer my question.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

I did, in fact, answer it, gongzi.

Whether or not you like my answer is a different thing.

[aprescoup]

( A fine and honoured speech, not without merit — many of Taravast share Beitang Moran's concern that violence cannot reward civilised criticism in a polite society. But some ask, Was the manner of their demonstration truly fitting? Did they bring no weapons? Break no covenants of hospitality? Why did they not carry their protest out in the Piazza, but took it to the man himself, violating that critical distinction between a political demonstration and an act of personal feud?

But many walk away far more swayed, and some contact Beitang Moran to deliver him a combined 8,000 of coins, as donation towards the care of the protesters during their one day of jail hardship.

It is up to Beitang Moran if he puts the money to that use, or keeps it for his own designs. )

[beitangmoran]

[He will spend a good half of the money just for that, and make it known, and then the rest will be punted to Xunxian to become more numerous.]

[Voice]

[malicing]

Evasively. You could have another lady in mind.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

My dear sir, if you are unable to follow rather transparent allusions, I fear there is nothing I can do for you.

[Voice]

[malicing]

Am I hopeless? [He laughs lightly.] I can't help keeping an eye on the court's beauties.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

Are you?

[Moran doesn't believe that. The man has bene very anxious to catalogue as much information as he can since he arrive, and he is clearly observant. He pegged Moran as some sort of royalty in less than a few minutes of interaction. And also...]

You don't look the type to run after women, gongzi.

[Voice]

[malicing]

Aren't we all in some way?

[Guangyao watches those around him like a hawk and his memory is quite good. It has to be or someone will catch onto his sins and see justice done.]

I must admit that my wife pursued me.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

Married, and yet you have eyes for the ladies here, gongzi?

[Voice]

[malicing]

I watch them and I care for their futures. I never said I had any inclination to bed them.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

I do wager the court beauties here do not need you to care for their future, but would much rather have you in their beds, as often happens in these places.

Court ladies are snakes, Jin Guangyao. Survival mode is how they exist on a day-to-day basis and they are good at it.

[Voice]

[malicing]

I was raised in a brothel. I know those games well. [He keeps his tone calm, refusing even now to reveal that he is the Inland Taipan of court snakes.]

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

Then you would know there is no need to care for their futures. They probably have it all planned out in excruciating detail.

[Voice]

[malicing]

Showing care has never harmed anyone. The plight of women is not easy I have found.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

No, I guess not.

[Voice]

[malicing]

I remember how poorly my mother was treated and she was incredibly ambitious.

[Voice]

[beitangmoran]

That would certainly be hard to deal with as a child.

But these ladies are not your mother. To burden them with your own feelings over what happened to a woman that was dear to you might not be welcome, even if you are well-meaning.

[Voice]

[malicing]

I am watching, only. If my interference is needed or welcomed, I will make that decision in the future.