Night at the Opera

-Dalen Capital, Grand Theater. Evening, 2 DSTR-

The Grand Theater was next to the Bards’ college. It was a stately building, made and shaped with magic and art. They said the building itself had a soul, and therefore when good art was made inside it the theater would hum with power. Large colonnades lined the front with some decorative friezes trimming it of stories from famous bards in days past. The building was made from a grey stone that turned to a gold leaf when you entered the main hall with lights floating by magic to illuminate the room. In the assembly hall, where you looked down to the stage, a large dome rose over all those there, and inside it, the night sky was shown, the stars and moons, with all their beauty no matter if the clouds covered them, or rain or not.

Randel had been a member of the college, so securing the box seats was not a problem, they did cost him some, but not as much as others may pay. The box was able to seat seven, chairs and a couch, with a table already set with fruit cheese and wine. He had sent out the invitations earlier that day without knowing who would respond. Some he knew well, some he knew not at all. Two of his men were attending with him, armed and ready for trouble, they stood in the background trying to look as unimposing as they could.

The Overture was still playing when he sat, and he poured a glass of wine. The soft lull of music drifted up from the orchestra pit and he leaned back letting the notes settle on him, sooth him. It had been a long day, and he needed some time to relax.

He had to deal with setting things up for dinner party. He did not like using others to do his work, but that is what he had to do. A series of contacts and aliases needed to be in place as firewalls for if the flames got out of hand. He did his dealings through Jerome, his gnome assistant, and Jerome worked with only the bosses of the groups involved, he did not know the people who were to do the job directly. It was an important task but not so much that he needed to be personally involved.

Tonight though, with this opera, The Second Wife, this was personal. He had paid to produce this piece. It was subtly seditious with the message it gave about the Queen and the rights of her people. He knew that if you wanted to change the world, you needed to change the minds, and it was through art you bend and shape minds.

He knew the Queen could white wash history, change the perspective, but emotions were not ruled by logic. When people felt a thing it became true, and seeing this second wife, loved by her husband as much as the first but subject without a voice to the first, this would get people feeling a kinship with her. Feeling as though they too should have a right to speak and be heard.

It may take time, but as a half elf, he had time.

He looked up and noticed the clock, it was nearly time for the show to start.

((OOC-This is open for any to join, they may or may not know Randel and he could have sent them an invite, could even be Rising Star people))