<<This log is about how Sisay got released from her imprisonment.>>

Training Room -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)

������� The smell of sweat pervades the air despite the efforts of several overworked air purifiers. The floor is entirely covered with a firm black mat, and the walls of the room are lined with racks that hold various weapons. At any time of day or night, there are always people in here practicing martial arts, swordfighting, and weaponry of all types. There are some small classes, groups of students mimicking a teacher's maneuvers, but the majority of the people in the room are sparring one-on-one or in smaller groups. A small door to the northeast is filled with steam, apparently leading to public showers.

Players:
�Jacob������������ ��������������������������������
Exits:
�Plasteel Doors <W> leads to Swordmaster's Office -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)
�Plasteel Doors <N> leads to The Commons Wing -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)


Jacob enters the cell quietly, leaving the door curiously part-open behind him. It seems symbolic and purposeful somehow. Perhaps he wants her not to feel penned in, and perhaps he knows that she's not going to bolt for the woods on his watch. He says nothing but waits for his niece to recognize him.
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In the desolated room, the young niece sits on a chair at the table in front of her. Many paper sheets lie in apparent disorder on the table, some written, some drawn. For an agile eye, one could notice the drawing of a pack of dark-tooth wolves, a pretty realistic one, even if drawn in coal-pen. Sisay is dressed in her simple black practice uniform with a dark vest upon her shoulders. Her curly black hair hangs around her shoulders and her back. For a whole minute, the young girl didn;t notice the door unlock and open, being preoccupied with her writing, however, leaning across to take a cup of tea, she notices her uncle. Her eyes widen and fumbles with the cup in her hand, pretty startled. "Oh! H... Hello!" she says in a shivering, startled voice.

Jacob strides over, an amused look on his face. "I just can't leave you alone without you getting into trouble, can I, Sisay?" His tone is warm, and his smile small but genuine.

Sisay smiles shyly and shrugs, letting her gaze drif towards the floor. She says: "I... I didn't mean it to happen... really...". Pointing towards another chair along the table she invites her uncle to sit down.

Jacob sits swiftly and looks casually around the room. "I know you didn't, my niece. But intentions don't count for much in the realm of diplomacy. It's not easy ... the wrong word, or even glance, can often be taken in a way you never intended, especially considering other Houses are very different from our own."

Sisay shakes her head, more to herself and says: "Yes... but... " she sighs and continues all over: "I recon Master Klees and... the Countess told you what happened?"

Jacob nods gently and speaks softly. "Yes, I know everything. Rather than keep you cooped up here, I have a better proposal for you, however."

The lady's jaw drops imperceptibly. She drives the cup in her hand towards her lips, but since there is no more tea in it, she sips only air. Realizing that, she quickly places the cup on the table and shyly asks, not knowing if it's freedom or another trap. But he's her uncle... no, no traps. "Umm... yes?"

Jacob hums softly to himself, with a slight smile. "I've contracted for a tutor for you, Sisay. From the Bene Gesserit sisters. She'll be your own age, and a master in etiquette and other niceties that she can teach you. I suspect there will be things you could teach her too, of course, given your nontraditional background."

Sisay tilts her head in surprise and the beginning of a cute smile appears. "A Sister? A real Sister? How nice... You know my encounters with Lady Diana, do you? They are very nice... and secretive alright." She giggles "I think that fighting Marcinko bears would be a problem for a little Sister, don't you think uncle?" she says reminding about her past experience in the field.

Jacob smiles softly. "They look frail, but they have their ways. When you have true ability, there's no need to advertise it."

Sisay smiles secretly. "We'll see... I can show her some of my wilderness expericences alright..." she says. Gazing towards the table she asks casually. "Like my drawings, uncle?"

Jacob, having already scanned them, gives a brief glance and smiles. "Quite." He leans forward. "As of now, Sisay, you're no longer confined. You may go out of the Embassy, but you are always to be accompanied by two guards ... chosen by myself or the Countess Solude. Captain Mordel will be transferred to this list, and restored to his position in the Hasaki-Shi."

Sisay blushes, the red tinge of her cheeks contrasting with her white skin. She lowers her gaze, understanding the implicit conclusion that the Captain had been caught. She mumbles "I won't fail you again, uncle. Or it'll be the last thing I do."

Jacob smiles softly. "You'll have help, Sisay. Try to let others help you -- there's no need to do it all by yourself."

Sisay nods and sighs deeply. "I understand that now." she says in a low voice. A second of deep silence and the young lady springs quickly from her chair and hugs her uncle tightly, her strong emotions showing clearly.

Jacob returns the hug, wordlessly, for a moment. Then, he breaks it. "Let's get you out of here and back to your room, shall we? I'll have some of the guards bring up your things."

Sisay bounces and giggles like a little girl who has been brought candy. "Oh God! I knew it! I knew you'll come! I'm free!" She claps her hands, grinning from ear to ear. After her brust of emotion if consumed, she arranges her hair, tightens her vest and says in a serious tone, "May I have the honor of walking at your arm, Your Excellency?"

Jacob grins brightly and offers his arm to his niece. "Most certainly, Lady Ginaz."