Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Bront]

"Well, perhaps it's the nymph in me, but I can't believe it's so hopeless as to give up. But surely it will not be easy, if possable." Vasha sighs.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Why ponder on it? It's rather bleak, so best to ignore it and focus on the happy things--don't mar that lovely face with a frown."

 

[Bront]

"So, I take it you are not a Dragonlord? I've seen a few of them, but you don't strike me as one."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Nope, not me. Just a simple auctioneer."

 

[Bront]

"You don't seem that simple to me" she says, smiling.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, I'd like to think of my self as sophisticated just because I'm well read, but I know that I'm really not. Mostly, the only thing I know about is slaves and how to sell them," seeing Vasha smile causes Zythryd to smile too.

 

[Bront]

"You seem to know a bit about the area. And you know how to make a stranger feel welcome. I think you underestimate yourself." Vasha says.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, I've lived here for a while, so I guess I have to learn what's here sometime, eh? As for making you feel welcome, I am truly glad that I have done so, as I felt that you were somewhat uncomfortable earlier. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know, okay Vasha?"

*He reaches over to hold her hand, squeezing it gently.*

 

[Bront]

She smiles warmly and looks back at him. "Your kindness has been a welcome change from the recient tragedy in my life. That is all I could ask you you now."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Then I am glad that I could do at least that much to help put a smile on your face, and if I could, I would do more," Zythryd replies, as a waiter comes to their table.

"Good afternoon sir and madame, can I interest you in any drinks or appetisers?"