Tris sighs as her father speaks, "Were this one of those purile Nayvar novels that Draya likes to read, I'm fairly certain I'd win the single handedly, find my prince charming, and return in triumph to over throw you for such an injustice." the girl says softly, only for her father's ears. "As it is though father, I will leave you with a bit of advice that even you may be able to understand. Ashkair does not want weak allies, falling all over yourself and mewling like a scared kitten to assure the ambassador of how afraid of the elves we are does a disservice to the empire, and to your house." she whispers, emphasizing her use of the word your as opposed to our.
This outcome was truly not unexpected, her father liked to consider himself intelligent and clever, but in comparision to his daughter he truly was a mental midget. The fact that he never paid attention to what was going on around him made his pronouncement that no one would want to wed her ludicrous when she'd been seeing suitors that her mother had introduced her to since her father was always too busy when it came to her.
Stepping back from her father she speaks loud enough to be heard by the others in the group around her. "Its nice to be loved. Being as you love your daughter, and wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to her it is so very generous of you to see to it that we have absolutely everything we could need, else the preperations that she has made might come into effect and that would be a very bad thing for house indeed. Not so great a tragedy as the loss of a child, but still very unpleasant to have to deal with ones past indiscretions, especially at such a trying time." the tiefling girl says sweetly, trapping her father into gving her whatever support she wanted to get her job done. It was either support her as she asked, or because of the public nature of the conversation show the ambassador that the Tieflings were a fickle and uncaring race that would even turn on their young, making an allience with them a very questionable one.
Tris wasn't joking when she talked about her preperations and her father's past indiscretions. As smart as she was, she knew what her father's character was like. Towards the end of protecting herself from his excesses, the girl had been following his dealings very closely, following and recording. It was an easy thing to do when you are overlooked as often as she was by her father. Her death, or the report of her death reaching the city would put those notes in the right hands, or wrong hands depending on one's view, all around the city, going to the members of the Black Circle. With multiple copies, none of which were in the manor, it would be impossible for her father to stop. The only reason that she didn't try to use it to get him to rescind his enrolling her in the army was that she didn't being in the army, and had considered joining it herself.
"It will be an honor to serve the good of the Empire." the blue haired tiefling announces. Turning to Malek, she looks him over for a moment and the tiefling can feel that her eyes are measuring him in evey possible way. "If you are in my unit and under my command, then you will obey orders. If the situation is reversed at some point I will obey your orders. This is the way an army works, and if you are unable to follow the commands I have no doubt you shall be home in short order, carried in a casket."
