2.16 – Houses
“The Vetter family isn’t <em>that </em>important, globally speaking,” Sammy said. “Mostly, I’m just concerned you don’t know the name. It means you didn’t do your homework.”
“Homework?”
“I’m not from a noble house, either, you know,” Sammy pointed out. “So your situation isn’t <em>that </em>rare. Maybe not from down south like you, the middle of nowhere, but what’s that matter? I didn’t brush shoulders with nobility growing up, so I didn’t know their names because I had y dates with them. Had to learn. But I did, because I knew it’d be important,ing to T.”
“Right.” Natalie recognized the mild scolding.
But, Natalie figured, she had Jordan for that sort of thing. And, unfortunately, Sofia, who probably knew more about the political situation in T than even Jordan. Y’know, seeing how she pretended to be one of them, all the time.
But, exining that to Sammy probably wouldn’t fly. Make her sound dependent, even. Which was … kind of true. She <em>was </em>dependent on Jordan. Maybe Natalie should put more effort into this sort of thing.
“Anyway,” Sammy said pointedly, raising her eyebrows in minor chastisement. Natalie took it for the good-hearted concern it was. “Gabriel Vetter—or House Vetter—is one of the most influential houses aligned under House Ainsworth. You know who <em>they </em>are, I’m assuming.”
The words were sarcastic, but at Natalie’s nk look, Sammy gaped at her.
“House Ainsworth,” she repeated. “Nat. They own half the city.”
“Right …” Natalie said. It was starting toe back. “They’re one of the five major houses.”
Sammy stared at her, baffled that it had even taken a second for Natalie to remember. Maybe she was a little more than ‘behind’ on this. Maybe she’d been willfully ignorant, even.
Just, really. Who cared? Politics. What everyone <em>should </em>be worried about was their ss, their skills, and the dungeon.
“Yes,” Sammy said tly. “One of the major houses. You know those, at least?”
“The Beaumons. Parda-Halt. Valeria. Uh …” What was thest one? “The nerd house.”
“The <em>nerd </em>house?”
“The tinkers and mages.”
“House <em>Gylver?</em>”
“That’s the one.”
Sammy seemed torn between amused and incredulous. “Well, you <em>know </em>them at least. That’s a low bar to clear, but it’s <em>a </em>bar.”
“I’ve got the big picture,” Natalie said dismissively. She took another drink.
“Do you? The currentndscape?”
“Who’s friends with who?” Maybe. Again, she knew the broad strokes, because she hadn’t lived under a literal rock, just the metaphorical kind. “The Beaumons and Valeria stay together. They don’t like Parda-Halt.” A hang-over from the whole, ‘tried to overthrow the monarchy’ deal. That’d been a while ago, but old grudges lingered. “Ainsworth only cares about money,” the merchant House, “and Gylver only cares about magic and technology. So they stick together.” Profit and advancement—hand in hand.
Sammy narrowed her eyes. “That <em>is </em>the general idea. You’re not as clueless as you’re pretending.”
“Nah. I am. That’s all I know. Never heard of ‘Vetter’.”
“Still, you’re not catastrophically uninformed. Just not nearly where you should be.” She pursed her lips. “Like I said, Vetter’s one of House Ainsworth’s major allies. Not one of the five major Houses, but important.”
“Rich as sin, I’m taking it.” Natalie had gotten that impression from Evie.
“Anyone allied to Ainsworth is, usually.”
She nodded.
A brief lull.
“There’s a Beaumon in my ss, you know,” Natalie said. “Liz. We might go on a delve together.”
A sentence like that would’ve had someone back home gaping at her, but Sammy just raised her eyebrows. Big names didn’t mean much at T—not even the royal family.
“And you know what that’ll say, if you do?” Sammy asked.
“It’d be throwing my lot in with them?”
Sammy seemed satisfied Natalie had at least considered the idea. “Maybe not instantly. Not this early in the semester, and just a test delve. It won’t close any doors outright, but maybe … inch them toward being closed.”
“And?” Natalie asked. “Gotta pick <em>someone</em> to cozy up to, right? Isn’t that how it works?”
Sammy shrugged. “The real experts know how to cozy up with everyone. Like Evie. She’s good at that. Ainsworth in general is. They’re friends with everyone, Parda-Halt <em>or </em>Valeria.”
“That’s ‘cause money talks.” Being richer than the royal family had a way of making people <em>want </em>to be cozied up to.
Sammyughed. “That’s true. But there’s a skill to it. Making friends without making enemies.”
Natalie wrinkled her nose. Political deftness. Yeah … she had a feeling that wouldn’t ever be her specialty. Didn’t intend to try. Way too much of a headache. “Well, Liz is nice. And like I said, if it needs to be someone, then I wouldn’t mind being friendly with <em>her</em> family.” The most powerful, individually, of any house.
“Just think about what you’re doing,” Sammy said. “I’m hardly going to tell you what to do, but <em>think </em>about it.”
Natalie was about to ask who Sammy ‘aligned’ with, but the question fizzled when a crash rang through the room. She winced, head snapping to the noise.
It took a moment to make sense of the chaos. One of the infamous ‘brawls’ had broken out. Only a portion of the party-goers—again, the healer’s guild was <em>packed</em>—bothered to watch. To be fair, the conflict didn’t seem to be a particrly interesting one. Two men had started swinging, a woman on the sidelines holding her head in one hand, seeming more irritated than concerned. A story as old as time.
She watched, interested, for a few moments, critiquing their wrestling forms. Drunk, it wasn’t particrly elegant—definitely a substandard brawl considering these were T students, regardless of their role background. She winced as the losing boy made a viciouseback, mming the other’s head into the floor with a resounding <em>smack</em>. The floor tile cracked. Definitely upper years. They were fighting faster, and stronger, than they ought to, even clumsy as they were.
Nobody seemed concerned by the scuffle, only entertained. That was maybe the best proof that this sort of thing was routine. What else would she expect, stuffing hundreds of men and women whose professions were violence into a crowded party hall—then adding alcohol?
“Why’s it so easy to get booze, anyway?” Natalie asked, the questioning naturally in her head, but probably sounding random to Sammy. “Seems like T would care more than they do.”
“Dunno,” Sammy said. “Like I said, it’s not <em>that </em>easy to sneak in.”
Natalie quirked an eyebrow. It wasn’t a few bottles that had been arranged for this party. Whoever the party organizers were, they’d smuggled in whole racks.
“But not that hard, either,” Sammy conceded. “Why they don’t care? I mean, I guess you’d have to ask the Dean, or someone equally high up. I’ve got plenty of theories, though.”
“Like?”
“To vent pressure?” She gestured at the fight. “Better a drunken brawl than <em>actually </em>letting things boil over. And forcing everyone to be secretive about it makes it more dangerous, not less.” She gave Natalie an amused look. “I’m a member of the tank’s guild, remember, so I’ve done my fair share of stringing these events together. I would know.”
“Huh,” Natalie said. The fight was wrapping up. There didn’t seem to be a clear victor. It was degrading into a verbal spar, with different groups helping peel the two boys apart. For all the legendary reputation, and Liz’s ims of ‘casualties’, the party wasn’t that different from the ones Natalie knew. Besides all the crystal sses and fancy clothing, obviously.
Sammy downed the rest of her drink. “Anyway, you wanna head back? As much fun as I’m having, I feel like there’s more exciting things we could be doing.”
“Like each other?”
“Please, Nat. Leave it to subtext.”
“That’s not really my style,” Natalie grinned.
Natalie finished thest of her punch, then was pulled along by Sammy.