Dreq knocks on the door lightly three times and stands by the door silently, waiting for someone to open the door. He wears his high-collared black coat, with a silver sword pin attached to the collar, black pants and shiny, polished black boots.
The weaving of Saidin can be felt from inside the cabin immediately before the door opens, then ceases as soon as it has swung wide enough to allow entry. Kaith glances up from his desk and says simply,'Enter, Dedicated.'
Dreq steps into the room and immediately salutes with a fist pressed into his chest. "The Light's blessing on you, Asha'man," he says to Kaith with his bland, passive voice. His eyes glance around the room, then rests on the Asha'man. "You summoned me?"
Kaith nods slowly and leans back in his chair. He props his elbows on the desk and steeples his fingers together, peering over them at Dreq. He taps his index fingers slowly together and says,'I am interested in what exactly transpired when you captured the Ituralde girl. Care to enlighten me?'
Dreq frowns at the mentioning of the name. "I beg your pardon, Asha'man?" he asks, his passive face taking a puzzled look. "I do not recognize the name."
Kaith stills the tapping of his fingers and says in a neutral tone,'Lady Elyiandrys Ituralde. The young woman you delivered to the Lord Dragon's Justice for channeling in Caemlyn. Does that sound more familiar?'
Dreq nods slowly as his eyes light up with recognition. "I remember now," he says. "A Gate opened in the Oval plaza and she flew through it. I attempted to assist her, but she channeled at me. A blunt flow of air, I think it was, and it was clumsily aimed."
Kaith nods curtly and resumes the tapping of his fingers. In a neutral tone, as if reciting a prepared speach he has little interest in, he says,'First, you are to be commended for capturing her without inflicting injury. Since our training emphasizes other means, that took some initiative and thought on your part.'
Dreq nods again, his face returning to its regular passiveness. "Thank you, Asha'man," he says. "I brought the girl to the farm, since she attacked me and channeled in Caemlyn. She was held in one of the prisoners cells and I interrogated her briefly before I took her to the Lord Dragon to have her Stilled."
Kaith nods slowly, then adds in that same uncaring tone,'In the future make sure that prisoners are handled a bit less roughly in the cells and are .. more presentable when taken to the Lord Dragon. There were some concerns about her health and appearance.' He finishes with a slight shrug, fingers still steepled together.
Dreq frowns with his eyes narrowed. "A prisoner is a prisoner, Asha'man," he protests with his voice remaining passive. "If I had captured a Whitecloak and 'handled him roughly,' would you have cared?" He pauses and raises his left hand to run his fingers through his hair. "And I do not believe that I mistreated the girl. Perhaps she lies, for her own gain."
Kaith shrugs slightly and waves his right hand in a dismissive gesture before settling his elbow back down and steepling his fingers again. He says as if not caring one way or the other,'Her words mean little, Dedicated Cypher. The concerns are over her appearance. You have not been accused of anything. Just go to a little more effort to make the prisoners, especially female prisoners, more acceptable before presenting them to the Lord Dragon. If they are handed over fat and rosy-cheeked wearing brand new clothes and such, then nothing need be said if they claim they are starved and neglected. You have anything further to add?'
Dreq moves both his hands behind his back and grips his right wrist with his left hand. "I have nothing further to add, Asha'man," he says as he shakes his head slowly. "I will do as you say in future incidents."
Kaith nods slowly and says,'You are free to go then. Just remember that when moving in political circles appearance sometimes has more meaning than substance. I am not sure her nobility is the reason for the complaint or just that she is a woman.' He shrugs again and adds,'Grace favor you, Dedicated. Have a good day.'
Dreq frowns at the mentioning of nobility. After a short moment, he regains his composure, his face returning to its normal blandness and presses his fist into his chest, again. "The Light's blessing on you, Asha'man." He turns on one heel and walks out of the room, his boots thumping on the wooden floor with every step.