The contact is quick and free of static. "What can I do for you Lladd?" your father asks.
~A few questions, if you have a minute or two. Such as, do you know anything about large flying disks over Amber?~
Brand quirks an eyebrow. ~Discs? Plural? There's more than one?~ he asks.
Lladd shakes his head, looking moderately amused. ~Figure of speech. So you know about them, then. Any idea who's responsible?~
~Of course I do,~ he replies smugly. ~And Everyone's responsible,~ Brand remarks.
~Interesting,~ Lladd responds, becoming serious again. ~Is that Everyone in Amber, or Everyone as an entity?~
~Indeed,~ Brand responds simply. He studies you for a moment then expands on his comment. ~That is, Everyone who bought into willingly, or unwittingly, the load of bunk that was my father's 'vision'.~ He all but spits out the last word.
~I see.~ Lladd pauses, not entirely certain he wants to continue the conversation at this point - possibly antagonizing Brand in the process. But at the same time, no reward for the faint-hearted. ~I'm not really familiar with things pertaining to Oberon. What vision was that?~
Brand gives you a curious look, almost like he doesn't entirely believe you, but he decides to answer. ~Well, I will assume you at least know the finer points behind a monarchy. Whether you agree with it or not is another matter entirely,~ he begins. ~Now lets go back a few millennia. Back before Amber existed and the Courts were still young.~ he pauses here, thoughtful. ~You know what, this is going to take a little time. Would you like to come through and have lunch? Or are you pressed for time?~
Brand holds up his hand. "Just a moment." He appears to be concentrating on a Trump call. He looks back at you. "It appears I will be visiting Amber a bit sooner than I anticipated. Would you care to join me?" he inquires.
Lladdwyr shrugs. "You haven't finished your story yet, so I think it's a yes."
Brand rises and comes around the desk extending his hand to you. As soon as you touch his hand, the scenery changes. You are now standing in a study, similar in some respects to the one you just left but definitely different. The main difference is Flora is sitting behind the desk going through some file folders and Rochelle is leaning against the doorjamb just inside the study. "Hello ladies. Is there something I can help you find? Or would you rather just rifle through my papers?" he asks, smiling.