Paths of Legend: Lord Noran's War (IC)

[Yttermayn]

Ahote closes the gap between himself and the table. "It is good to see such well mannered retainers..." Ahote trailed off as he gave a smile and a nod in Phai's direction.

OOC: You got the meaning perfect, blackdraco.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Shajrom mutters something in dwarven when the elf approach.
"And who ye be master elf? I have seen ye, a wile far in time from now. Short visits, some shopping, and that was all, ye left as fast as ye come" The Dwarf inquires narrowing his eyes.

OOC: Do you like my pill?

 

[Yttermayn]

"Lord Noran knows of me. If he sees fit, you may also." Ahote replied. "But not until then." he added, with all the finality of a coffin lid slamming shut. Ahote then looked on to Lord Noran to patiently await instructions.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Shajrom muttered something in his tong. Certainly not pleasant.

 

[blackdraco]

“Well, my name is my own to give.” Phai says with a big smile, and put out his hand to shake the newcomers “and it is Phaidadru.”

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Fool, secrets gives power, and you have just lost one" Shajrom thought, looking with his grim narrowed eyes at Phaidadru.
Then he looked straight in the eyes of Noran "What does he have in mind? Damn humans!"

 

[shadowmask]

Nyrazha struggles to hide her shock at her father’s easy acceptance of the Minister’s suggestion and the offer of the use of the king’s nephew in return for her services.

She breaks accepted protocol just enough to say in Azgundi, “My pardon, Father. If I may interrupt? My apologies, gentlemen and Kae-ari, this is a private matter.” Bowing to her father, hands to heart, lips, forehead, then extended, Nyrazha says in Aquan, the only language she can be reasonably certain no one except the angel can understand, “I apologize for stepping out of bounds, Father. Why am I to be sent alone with these others? Particularly the king’s nephew? The angel I’m not so worried about.”

At Kae’ari’s suggestion that she leave Zephyra behind, Nyrazha confronts the angel. Her eyes turn to the color of a storm-tossed sea. She snaps, “I will NOT leave Zephyra behind. We have never been apart, and I will not consent to do so now.” Calming, Nyrazha says in a milder tone with a more subdued demeanor, “We can certainly be ready to leave within the hour.” What could frighten an angel so that she forgets common courtesy?

At Keefe’s outburst and dismissive glance her way, Nyrazha gazes directly at him. She lifts her brow high in question; a mocking smirk can be seen ever so slightly through her face veil. “So long as we are agreed that we don’t suit, there is little your uncle’s minister can do about it.” As if I’d accept him as husband in any case, handsome and king's nephew or not. Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches Keefe confront the Minister and young angel in his own way. What could he possibly offer us or our cause?

 

[Lynx_The_one]

"Pardon me, but who is Zephyra?" Kae'ari asks. "Also, if you fell so strongly, than we may ride, but we must leave soon, and I must have a mount before then."

 

[shadowmask]

"Pardon me, but who is Zephyra?" Kae'ari asks. "Also, if you fell so strongly, than we may ride, but we must leave soon, and I must have a mount before then."

"Zephyra is my horse, but more." Nyrazha pauses, as if searching for the correct Azgundi phrase.

"In the Emirates, particularly in the deserts of our home, we depend on our mounts to find fresh water that is safe to drink. Our lives are literally linked. If we do not take proper care of our horses, our horses cannot take proper care of us. To leave our horses behind, especially in unfamiliar territory, is to invite death."

She looks at Kae'ari, "If you wish to find a good mount, perhaps one of us," she glances at her father, "or my brother can aid you."

 

[Lynx_The_one]

Kae'ari replies, less alarmed "Thank you for such a gracious offer, your assistance in finding me a suitable mount would be greatly appreciated, for I have little experience with such things."