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

ethandrew said:
Keefe...follows the rest out with his eyes before moving toward Emiran ambassador, bowing in their custom and addressing him in Emiran, "My lord, I humbly wish you grace in your endeavors and promise you that your daughter will be well cared for, by my honor as a Lyantaclis." Keefe bows once more....

Nyrazha snaps her head in the direction of her father and the prince at his promise. "I thank you, my lord. My father trusts me to take care of myself." What could he possibly have to gain from this promise? Does he know what that promise entails from him? Does he knows what it portends for me?

[sblock=Sense motive on Keefe and the ambassador.]On Keefe, why did he make his promise and what does he mean by it: 1d20+5=15; On her father, how is he interpreting the promise made: 1d20+5=16[/sblock]
 

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Kae'ari says to Nyrazha "I would prefer a mild horse, It would be very kind if you could fine one for me. I am heading off to the temple to pray for our safe and quick journey and negotiations."
And to tell the priests about that great evil she thought

[sblock=since we're all making skill checks]
Sense motive vs Keefe's bluff
1d20+2=8
[/sblock]
 

"You honor me greatly, Kae'ari. I shall find you a steed of mild temperament." Nyrazha bows briefly, and exits. As the king's nephew follows her, she turns to him outside the doors.

"I apologize for my abrupt manner earlier." She pauses, obviously seeking for the right words. Finally, speaking in Emiran, Nyrazha says, "Your vow to my father is very kind of you, my lord. I hope you can keep the spirit as well as the letter."

Father says I must remember my place. How can I remember my place, if the people I associate with don't know my place? Where do I fit?

Appearing very uncomfortable, she glances through the closing doors, then casts her eyes downward. "I hope we can continue as we had been before my outburst."
 

Keefe raises his eyebrows in interest as Nyrazha speaks, finally he raises a hand dismissively as she carries on. In Azgundi he replies, "You needn't apologize. What you consider an outburst I feel is us getting to know each other. This will be a long trip with naught but the company of us three, so it'd be best if we didn't dance around social niceties." As they make their way to the royal stables, where Keefe's horse awaits, he continues on casually, "You had a very witty repartee back there, makes me feel like this whole ordeal won't be as arduous as I first considered."
 


Nyrazha glances at Keefe quizzically as they continue on. "You expected to be bored? Or do you prefer to not be bothered with the 'social niceties' diplomacy requires?" Again, a smile appears ever so briefly behind her veil.

He is a puzzle, that much is certain. Why did he make that promise? He doesn't seem bothered by it. Nyrazha shakes her head slightly at her thoughts. More importantly, why did my father accept it?

OOC: As soon as she can, Nyrazha is going to ask a servant to have her things ready to go when she gets back so they can simply leave.
 

Keefe smiles as he starts to like this Emiran woman more and more, "No no, you misunderstood, perhaps it's the language barrier. I expected to be bored on the way to Lord Nolan's, not once I'm there. It's all about company, really." As they walk and talk, a small servant boy turns a corner in front of the two of them, spots sight of Keefe and lets out a small shriek, running back where he came from whick elicits a small chuckle from the royal nephew.
 

"Oh, so it was my company and the angel's you were not looking forward to sharing?" She arches a brow in challenge.

As the servant boy runs away, Nyrazha makes a vexed sound. Keefe gains her undivided attention with his chuckle. "I don't suppose you know how we are going to be ready to leave within an hour if the servants run from you in terror?"
 

Keefe smiles deviously, waving over a servant woman to take Nyrazha's orders, "Not all the servants flee in terror from me, only the ones we habitually flay." His smile widens at the mixed look of shock and disgust transforms the face of woman. "And really it wasn't your company I was dreading, although you never know from someone who is constantly veiled, but more so the angel's. They can be a real killjoy, and very judgemental for being so good and pure." Before the servant is dismissed, Keefe requests that his travelling gear and riding boots are summoned as well.
 

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