It took a while to get to her all things considered; between the crowds and the screams and the soldiers it was an almost impossible task. Or it would have been for someone who was... a little more upset than Monty was.
Sure, he was the Human Councilman. Sure, his family had been in Faerunean government for years. And yet... He couldn’t bring himself to be as devastated as he knew Elizabeth or even his sister were.
He had done well until he got too close to where Opal was sat. Immediately putting his hands up when surrounded by Fae soldiers with sharp weapons.
“...Um, hello? Ma’am..(?) Your highness(?)” He took another step over the ruble, particularly bold of him considering the circumstances but to be fair, Monty was a human and Opal knew who he was. He wasn’t a threat to her and didn’t ever anticipate being, “I’d really like to speak with you about, well...” he motioned with his head around the ruble before calling out again, “-- Town hall being in ruin. I do have most of our files in the cloud but...I’m just a little concerned about the logistics of... This...” for lack of better term.
Like, what was Opal’s 5 year plan? What was her stance on outsourcing material from the mortal realm? Are they getting rid of certain national holidays and traditions? How were taxes going to work now? How are they going to talk about this in schools? Surely, there were text books that needed to be changed to include history about the Unseelie and that was a whole bureaucratic nightmare...
“-- Preferably without your, uh, guards pointing weapons at me. If now’s not a good time I can come back.” Monty did have a werewolf in his lake house and a sister to keep from doing something brash, “Of course, you can pencil me in whenever... But I do recommend it be sooner rather than later. For everyone’s sanity.”
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