Council politics have never been normal, as far as I am concerned. Politics and war make for strange bed fellows, and such has always been the case here in the Council itself. Those who wish to get something voted on by the Council, and for the vote to win, must often make promises to the side that they hated the most. Otherwise the Council would simply vote down everything, as each side tried to block the one opposite it, with the Gem dragons often stuck in the middle. A successful vote is often made with only one or two votes more to one side, and the Gems are often the critical factor. Which is why Gemmenna's refusal to even talk about the vote, or say which way she and those who followed her lead, would vote, was so very troubling. Lord Sutton hoped that it meant that the Amethyst dragon would be releasing the gems under her lead to vote as they wished in this case. I feared the worst, and was not at all sure that was the case.

     Rumors have often been the stock and trade of those vassals who call All Clans Isle home. The Council Custodians never stoop so low as to spread rumors, but there are many more vassals who are not Custodians which frequent these halls. As Lord Sutton went to find food, I excused myself and went to find some of these other vassals. I hoped to find out more about what was going on here.

     When I met up with Lord Sutton, just outside of the entrance to our guest chambers, I was more confused then I had been before going on my mission. The vassals had been more than glad, after being plied with a few ale's, to talk about the recent happenings in Council, or what they knew of them. It seems that quite a few members of the Platform of Wyrms had shown up in the last few days. Veiled threats and hints had been tossed about inside of the Council chambers that Mykell had not been upholding her position. It seemed that a group of Council hatchlings had gone missing, and uncomfortable questions were being raised by all of the clans who had lost a hatchling. Mykell herself had stayed strangely silent, and had only allowed the debate to rage around her.

     All of this I related to Lord Sutton as he moved into the guest chambers. To which he admitted not having heard much which would shed some light on the situation, and that he would go have a talk with an old friend when the chance presented itself. It was then that we noticed that we were not alone inside of the guest chambers.

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     The old man sat in one of the vassal sized chairs, a walking staff propped up next to him, and an amused expression on his weathered face. Both Jean and Laureine stopped in astonishment at this break in protocol. No one was to enter a guest chamber without being invited in first. Laureine, an expression of anger crossing her features at this blatant breach in etiquette drew her sword and took a step forward. Fully intending to toss this arrogant visitor out of the chambers, and outside of the Council Aerie itself.
Jean's voice brought her to a shocked stop.

"What are you doing here Bahamut?" The silver dragons tail lashed in anger and his head lowered, as his legs tensed unconsciously, in preparation to spring.

     "Its a pleasure to see you again as well Jean, are you not going to introduce me to your lovely friend?" The stranger said brightly, ignoring the implied threat in Jean's stance to rise and bow to Laureine. Who was slowly lowering the point of her sword at all this.

     "Laureine, this is Bahamut, meddler extraordinary. Bahamut, this is Laureine my fathers Kindred, and someone I will kill to defend." The last part was a non too subtle threat, but the old man seemed to take it in stride as he smiled to Laureine.

     "A pleasure to meet you again Laureine, its been a while and I was in a tad bit of a rush last time we met. Tiamat and all, you understand." Her sword tip touched the stone floor and she swallowed, not being at all used to being in the presence of gods of any sort. Much less the God of wisdom and light. "As to what I am doing here, am I not allowed to check up on my favorite silver dragon?"

     Jean growled in answer to that. "After those you let die, I'm surprised you even showed yourself here. We have nothing to discuss, be gone."

     The smile faltered as the old man stared up at the large silver dragon, and Laureine felt a sliver of fear for the dragon. Then it was gone and Bahamut shook his head. "You know there was no other way, do not blame me for what happened. I showed myself here because you will need my aid to overcome what is going to occur here. Tiamat is trying to undo the Council."