Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"He...he's dead."

 

[Bront]

"Gralas, let's break from all these bad memories for a moment. You're alive, and I'm here. Let's celebrate the reunion. You need not bear your burden anymore."

She givies him a soft, tender kiss and smiles.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"But...but...I am so very wretched...I don't deserve a happy reunion...just an ignoble death."

 

[Bront]

"Nonsense" Vasha says as she stands and offers Gralas a hand. "Come on, Bertram's a pretty good cook."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, Vasha...You are too kind..."

 

[Bront]

She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek "I'm my mother's daughter" she giggles.

"Bertram, you have anything special to drink on you? I've finaly found my lost uncle Gralas." she says with a bright smile.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"How about a nice Rowaini wine, fine vintage?"

 

[Bront]

Vasha smiles "Perfect." She looks around, hoping to find perhaps a table, plates or other such furnishings in the building.

"Gralas, this is Bertram, a friend of mine who helped me find you."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*There is a smooth flat rock formation that could easily act as a table.*

"I came for the detector, but I guess the Dragonlords have that..."

"Oh, you're...yes, I am very sorry, but it is gone now..."

 

[Bront]

Vasha works with Bertram to do what they can, and soon a miniature banquit is setup. The food, while rough, is better due to the company, and Vasha tries to put a smile on Gralas's face by telling him of some of her happier moments since she went to Amarathia.