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Post by Kay on Dec 27, 2016 16:51:59 GMT
The irony of her position wasn’t lost on her. Ten years ago Kay had received land from a good friend and mentor in the middle of the chaos that swallowed the Empire whole. Ten years ago, Kay had also been forced to give up said lands when the men responsible for her friend’s death managed to track her down, and she did. She gave the land up and handed it to a wealthy dwarven exile with the encouragement that he create something out of it, and create something he did. After spending a few years abroad the woman would eventually return home only to find that the piece of forest she had given to the dwarf had been turned into a town. In many ways she felt herself responsible for the mere existence of this city, but with seventy-five years of staying alive you eventually learned to drop the ego for things that mattered. Like a sense of community, and in Haven she had found that. Despite the irony. That particular day seemed to have the rain pouring through the cobblestone streets. Street lanterns lit up the alleys and brought a soft orange sheen to the city. Living here was comfortable, the primitive sewage system might have a nasty smell spread across town during some of the more warm and humid days, but beyond that it was alright. They had fresh water flowing in from the mountains and delivered to water holes through out the town and public showers for all who desired to keep themselves clean. Heck, people were even afforded privacy where most others had little. All in all, it was a city that prided itself on its forward thinking and the advances it led to. Both in everyday magical uses as well as engineering. The irrigation and sewage system being their most recent and practical creation that utilized both. See, the water that was not used was then sent back through filters into the ocean where it was allowed to cycle once more onto the mountains. There was no reason for the city not to pride itself on it, not really. All who lived there would agree that the free access to somewhat clean water and the disposal of the dirt-ridden water was for the benefit of all. Some of the more wealthier people around town had asked for aqueducts of their own, but found themselves swiftly denied by the Guild Council who had no time for such trivial luxuries. However, beyond the water system there really wasn’t much that separated Haven from the other cities in the world. Maybe that people around here dressed for practicality over beauty, but that was hardly something Kay would ever take note of. She had done that for all her life, and as such it was no surprise to her in the slightest that most women around town didn’t even own a dress. That was mainly something the wealthy desired. The clothing that people wore did however show a mix of cultural styles. Elven, dwarven and human. In some places even Orc. All who desired to help Haven grow was welcome and the people all supported that ideal. After all, the place had been formed by exiles, for exiles. Many if not all people in this particular city had one way or another been forced out of their homes. The new generation of Haven was the first generation of children who had been born of said people. They understood the hardships and meaning of exile or the struggle to find a place to call their own. That was exactly why everyone was allowed. Even those who many considered to be dangerous by default. Granted, in many cases said prejudices had been proven to be somewhat truthful, but that never discouraged people from at least giving others a chance. And Kay had always been like that, she had always been on the run from something, and she shared that with the rest of the people in the tavern that she called home. She tossed a somewhat curious and somewhat surprised look around the bar. It was unusually crowded. Perhaps it was another suicide pact heading south towards the Darkwoods, or maybe it was just yet another merchant caravan. In either case Kaileen approached the counter and tried to get the keeper’s attention. “Zu-... Zuu-... Zuu-” She tried, but the half-orc bartender kept himself busy with the others. “Zuu!” The woman shouted to no avail. “Order for a…” The half-orc, Zuu, looked at a note attached to the underside of his counter. “Kaelan!” He announced and Kay perked her brow and approached the plate containing what she assumed to be her order. After all, the man had always had a hard time with the language, her name in particular. “Finally, Zuu, I’ve been waiting for-” She saw the order. “This is not my cider, Zuu.” The half-orc looked at her with the utmost confusion. “This not for you, Kailan. This for man there.” He pointed at a merchant. “You ask cider? When?” Kay perked a brow. “Half an hour ago? I don’t know! Alora asked me if I needed anything, and-” Zuu chuckled “Alora left. Shift over twenty minute ago.” Kay groaned. “Great.”
Kaelen Silverblood
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Dec 27, 2016 19:03:27 GMT
Haven, a city to the South of Marston along the Western coast. It was of interest to Mystmarch as a potential trade partner. Some information about it had been given to them by Ashdell, but until someone actually took a look around it was unconfirmed if it was true or false. So Kaelen volunteered to check it out himself. He needed a break from the various trade deals and military engagements. It was all he had been doing with no real break for years, and he could use some time away from both. So when he had the chance to get away from it all in the guise of scouting he jumped on it. Kaelen found himself in Haven with little problem along the way. The occasional bandit raid, but nothing serious enough for him to reveal his true identity to repel. Outside his sword, Stormedge, and a brigandines he was wearing nice yet practical clothes.So as far as the caravan he had joined and the citizens of Haven were concerned, Kaelen was just a silver jewelry merchant just recovering after his business fell through. He had found himself in a tavern in the city. The first thing he did was order an ale from the half-orc bar tender. After that he had sat down to take a look around. Humans, elves, dwarves, and all other kinds of races all intermingling together. It seemed like much of the continent he had seen so far was rather multiracial, but that might be because they had all been for trade deals. Coin tended to bring everyone together and cared little about their race. The name Kaelen was eventually called. He turned around to get up but saw that an elven woman went to pick up the cup. Had he heard it wrong and it wasn't his order? He watched as the woman and the bar tender debated for a bit then was pointed to. Why was he being pointed at? Did he do something wrong? He just smiled and watched as they got into more chat. Seemed it was his order and the woman was having some kind of problem. Kaelen got up and walked over to the counter. He smiled and said as he got to it, "This the drink for Kaelen? If it is then I will just be taking that." He reached over and grabbed the cup of ale before he got an answer. He then reached down into his pouch as he added, "How about you get the pretty lady her order right away?" He slipped a silver coin out and laid it down on the table in front of the bar tender. He gave Kay a wink as he waited to see what the bar tender did.
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Post by Kay on Dec 27, 2016 21:39:27 GMT
Kay had always fancied cider. There was something about the smell that reminded her of her mother and something about the taste that spoke of her father. Needless to say it was a drink she found bittersweet in more than just the one way. It had of course been forty long years since their passing and the pain from the memory had since faded. Not that such matters meant a lot when a stranger was offering you a drink. A smirk fell on the elf’s lips as she perked her brows and eyed the man up and down. He was young, relative to her anyway, and he was buying her a drink.
She had the sneaking suspicion where that would go. Nonetheless,
“Well, I am not one to turn down the kindness of strangers.” Well, actually she was, but she didn’t mind indulging him. “Pour me that pint of cider then, Zuu.”
The half-orc nodded his head and went to pour her drink. Kay turned to look at the man before her again.
“Pretty lady, huh?” She snickered. “You know I’m most likely twice your age, right?”
The wink told her he most certainly did. “Actually, don’t answer that. You probably are aware.”
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Dec 28, 2016 22:03:02 GMT
The elven woman was friendly enough, and seemed to be willing to let him buy her a drink. This trip might be interesting for him after all, not that he had any real objective to reach this time. The half-orc bar tender went to getting that cider ready as he pocketed the silver coin. Kalen nodded to the man before turning his attention back to Kay . A little small talk was all that was given, but small talk was better than no talk at all. "Well I certainly am aware of that, but there is possible way you are older than forty five." Kaelen replied as he gave her a little wink. "And I was wrong earlier when I said you were pretty. Beautiful is more accurate." Kaelen took his first drink from his ale and the cider was set in front of her. The taste of the ale was good, but not what he was use to. The ale back at Marston had a completely different taste than the ale here. The ale from Stormhold was not like either of the ales here or at Marston. The people were much the same as well. These people of Haven so far were busy yet friendly and the roads relatively safe with the patrols. They were looking to be a good trade partner to consider, but first he wanted to see more of this elf woman. "So does the exquisite, elven lass have a name? I am Kaelen." Kaelen asked as he set his mug of ale on top of the counter.
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Post by Kay on Dec 29, 2016 18:39:39 GMT
Small talk, Kay had learned, was the easiest way to keep people entertained. When she was sent by the Groveswind officials to other settlements and courts to handle some of the foreign matters that needed a less ‘subtle hand’ she had found that small talk had a tendency to make people open up and share details on matters that usually was beyond her. No real big secrets, but gossip was always useful when it came to building trust in others. She smiled at his compliment and fluttered her eyelashes as she looked upon the ground and then back at the man. He was fun for a stranger at least, she would give him that.
And perhaps she had seen less attractive men around. Zuu the bartender came to mind. Though that was almost an insult. Almost.
“Try seventy five and you’d be just about right.” She said and gently swayed her head side to side in jest. “Well, you see, most people call me Kay. Though my name is Kaileen, hence why our orders were mixed up.”
Kay mimicked the man and placed her own mug against the hardwood top of the counter. She gave him yet another look. Squinted her eyes and tried to make out who exactly this man was. Now, he was far too good looking for a soldier. Kay had seen the men and women in armor around town. While she certainly gave a few of them a good, long stare from the shadows, none of them really looked this clean cut. He also looked far too clean. Not that the people of Haven in general were all that unclean with the public showers and bathhouses. He was also far too relaxed to be part of a suicide pact, which in local lingo meant he most certainly wasn’t in a group of travellers or ‘heroes’ looking to head south into the Darkwoods in search of treasure.
Mercenary, perhaps? He looked like he had the money, but she couldn’t really see anyone around that struck her as a fellow mercenary. That left her with spy, but much like the rest of her assumptions none of them really had her convinced.
“So what’s your story, Sir Kaelan?” Kay asked, figuring it was just best to ask. “What brings a man such as yourself my way and to Haven?”
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Dec 30, 2016 1:39:24 GMT
The bar tender Zuu gave the elf woman a look as if he knew what she was thinking. Kaelen got the feeling the woman must be a local regular based on how her and the bar tender were interacting. A local girl showing him around would be good for his mission, but even better for his own entertainment. A visitor would only see a certain face of the city, but a local could show the true one to him. If Haven could be a potential trade partner for Mystmarch then they would need to know what this city was truly like. And Kaelen didn't to do his job of just that even if this was more of a vacation for him. It seemed that this Kay had a name very similar to Kaelen's own. He chuckled a bit at that and said, "Well you have a beautiful name Kay, even if it doesn't mean much coming from me. But a beautiful name always comes with a beautiful woman." Kaelen went to take a drink as Kay was studying him over. The ale touched his lips as she squinted at him. Seemed she was trying to figure out just what he was. Hopefully she wasn't able to, even if he wasn't hostile to the city. He wanted to be seen as just Kaelen, not Kaelen Silverblood the Undaunted Commander of the Mystmarch vanguard and 3rd son of the late Lord of Silverhearth. So he waited to see what she would say next. Sure enough, she did ask him what he was doing here. But she had called him Sir, which was completely unexpected. What made him seem like a knight to her? He figured he was the last thing someone would expect a knight to be like. "I am no knight, so just call me Kaelen." Kaelen said with a pleading smile. "I might not be a knight, but you certainly look as if you are a Queen. You have the regal grace of a woman of the highest caliber." Kaelen gave her a little wink afterwards. He was thrown off his game a bit there. Was that too much or just enough? He didn't know, but he couldn't leave off here. He added after, "I am here to see about selling some of my wares. I am a trader. Care to take a look at what I am selling?"
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Post by Kay on Dec 30, 2016 9:13:25 GMT
For a second she felt bad watching the way the man nearly winced as she used the title ‘Sir’ before his name. That was perhaps one of the more hard-to-learn lessons for Kay during the time she had spent at Lord Fremont’s court. Titles and the such had never been her strong suit because there had never been any titles where she had been when she grew up. While she might have been a mere forty years when she had found him, she had also been widely uneducated in the ways of how civilization worked. She had been raised in a forest after all. The only titles she had ever needed to know there was ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa.’
“I beg your forgiveness,” The elf tilt her head for a second in a shame. “Kaelen.”
He wasn’t even a knight, but a trader. That made far more sense and considering how many traders that Kay had seen in Haven it surprised her she hadn’t thought of that one already. Kaelen continued his flattery and Kay didn’t stop him. After a long day of having kept the southern road to Mistwood safe from spiders it felt nice to just talk to someone. She had since cleaned up and gotten ready for another night of meditative sleep on her room.
“Queen?” She gave the man a deeply amused look and a grin. “Far from it.”
Though technically he wasn’t wrong. she certainly had been close to being a queen not all that long ago. Or a countess or a duchess. Then again, with her background it was best for her to keep out of that kind of spotlight.
“I am not a woman of great fortunes, if you consider that this tavern is my home.” Kay shrugged.
“What mean?” Zuu chuckled. “Tavern too good for Miss Foreign Diplomat?”
“No, Zuu, I’m just saying that my pay isn’t as great as some of the other dignitaries.” The woman chuckled back and turned to her companion for the evening. “I’m a ranger, or scout of sorts. I keep the roads safe and make sure to initiate contact with newcomers on the road, you know? Get sent to talk to village elders and deliver occasional messages to far away courts.”
“Apparently that was enough to warrant a title?” She waved her hand before her to get back on track. “Sorry, getting off track here. Show me what you’ve got, Kaelan.”
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Dec 30, 2016 23:31:12 GMT
It seemed that this Kay was a rather modest one, which could be unusual for elves who lived long and told everyone ever single thing they did. It was how the elves back at Mystmarch were though. Kaelen had not met any elves from foreign lands before he came to Haven. She said she wasn't a Queen and that the fact she lived in a tavern proved it. Kaelen had no place to really call home with how chaotic his life tended to be, and he lived out of taverns or barracks or tents often. If a man of noble blood could live that way, why not a Queen? Kaelen gave her an impish grin as he said, "A Queen can make any dwelling feel like a castle, and you certainly make me wish to pay homage to your grace." Again with the bad line. Why was he trying so hard here? Kaelen was going to need to pick his times more carefully if he didn't want to get dismissed or slapped in the face. That had happened a few times over the years, so it was always a possibility when he got a little too frisky. The conversation went into an interesting direction. It seemed that this woman was a foreign diplomat for Haven. She attempted to justify it as a simple job with a fancy title, but Kaelen knew it was not how she explained it. He did this sort of work often enough on his own after all. She went around the local area to make contact with the various settlements within the Western Woods. It was certainly a large area that ran along the edge of the continent, and many resources were sure to be found. Perhaps getting to know this woman would be good for more than just some potential fun. Kaelen smirked to the woman after she changed the subject back to his trader guise. He said to her, "Join me in my room and I will gladly show you everything I've got beautiful." He winked to her after as he never dropped the smirk.
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Post by Kay on Dec 31, 2016 10:33:23 GMT
Oh Kay had not always been as humble as she was now, but humility was part of the education that Lord Fremont had offered her. Titles were part of that, the burn of getting beat by practice swords and silver tongues were part of it as well. All in all her life had been a rather fifty-fifty split between what it meant to live in the wilds and what it meant to attend life in court. The former of which was the one that spoke to her the most while the latter was something she applied in every day life. Her bow was her lifeline, her manners a tool. The elf woman’s lips thinned significantly at the man’s remark. He was trying hard to sway her. He was hardly the first that had tried it, but he was certainly more persistent than the others. It was endearing in a sense and when he finally delivered the ‘show everything’ line with heavy intonation on ‘everything’ she couldn’t help but let a snicker part her lips. She leaned against the bar for support and snickered again. He was fun. “What kind of travelling merchant keeps his wares on his room?” Kay grinned. “Now, Mister Kaelan, if I didn’t know any better I’d say the goods you want to show me on your room has very little to do with sales and merchandise.” “I mean... The insistence I am a queen, my grace, wanting to show me your everything…” She laughed. “It’s fun, I will give you that.” She looked towards the stairs leading to the guest rooms and then back at the man as she pushed herself off of the bardisk. “But we hardly know each other.” She added. “And no self-respecting woman would jump straight to the action during their first meeting with a stranger.” Eyes wandered up and down to give the man another long, hard look. “No matter how good-looking they are.” “For example, I have no idea where you are from.” Kay smiled. “My mentor from when I was younger told me it was impolite to try and guess where someone is from. If you don’t know where someone is from it is better to make a fool out of yourself and ask than to make a fool out of yourself by being incorrect.” “... So, where are you from, Kaelan?” She dropped the ‘Mister.’ “Haven is always looking for trade partners no matter how big or small, you know, and with our new harbor under construction we are more open than ever.” Kaelen Silverblood
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Jan 2, 2017 16:19:57 GMT
The small talk was shifting into more of business. This elf woman, Kay , had made some inquiries into who Kaelen was and mentioned an openness towards trade by the city of Haven. Seems this woman was as dutiful as he normally was. That was an interesting little fact, but it also meant it was going to be a bit of a pain if he wanted to really push for more.... Oh well. Not as if he really needed more than some good company right now. Whatever would come would come. The main thing right now was keeping his identity a secret for a while longer. Kaelen smirked to the elven woman as she finished her first lines. He said, "I was going to show you my goods, but you seem to think I meant my goods. Do you have my goods on your mind? Do you secretly desire to see my goods?" Kaelen gave her a wink before he lifted his cup back up to his lips. He took a drink of the ale as he pondered exactly how much he should reveal. There was no reason to lie too much, especially since he would be obviously from the March as soon as his ring was seen. Perhaps the best strategy here was to just stick as close to the truth as possible. He set his cup back down, which was now empty. "I am from Mystmarch. Silverhearth to be specific. I do not know if you have heard of my homeland. I would surprised if you have actually." Kaelen said as he looked into her eyes. "As far as a trade deal goes, that depends on if your people would be interested in my goods. I have it up in my room for safety, so if you would like to see it then we would need to go up to my room. It is certainly worth taking a look at."
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Post by Kay on Jan 2, 2017 18:34:14 GMT
Kaelen SilverbloodIn the end the flirtatious air between them didn’t bother her all that much. It had been years since last she had been put in this position. She deserved to enjoy it for as long as she could. At least for a little while longer. Besides, he was a good looking man who was quite insistent on hitting on her. It would just be rude if she didn’t play along with that. She almost owed it to them, right? “Well, Kaelan, can your goods help quench a man’s thirst? Tame a woman’s hunger?” She knew exactly what she was saying. The grin on her face would show him that before she took a sip of her cider. “No doubt if you decide to work with us you will find that we have some of the best woodworkers in the area.” That was, outside the Elven Kingdoms. She put her cup on the bardisk and eyed the stairs again, and then Kaelan. Her grin had turned into a smirk. Perhaps it was time for her to talk business with the man. “While I’ve never been to Mystmarch, I must admit you have my interest piqued.” The woman nudged her head towards the stairs. “Let me see your goods, Kaelan. Let’s see what we can do.” She took the first step before coming to a halt. Her finger raised. “And uh, goods. Actual goods.” She snickered. “Business first, that’s the rule of diplomacy.” “... I think. There is a reason they keep me as a messenger and not an actual diplomat.”
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Jan 2, 2017 19:57:45 GMT
Kaelen smirked to the elven woman at her first set of questions. He said to her, "Well my goods help men to quench their thirst and women sate their hunger. My goods though are able able to both sate and satisfy women to the point of blissful exhaustion." He gave her a wink after. The half-orc bartender gave a snort or a grunt or both as he heard the line being delivered. Kaelen glanced at the man then turned his attention back to Kay . He said in response to her second comment, "So are you a woodworker yourself?" Then the woman agreed to go with Kaelen up to his room. According to her own words, she was interested in seeing what he had brought with him to sell. He had gotten her meaning on what she was talking about, but he couldn't resist the urge to say something back to it. She didn't give him the chance though as she clarified it. She even pointed out a rule of diplomacy, although acknowledged that she could be wrong. She wasn't wrong though. It often helped to put business first as a diplomat, but there were times you needed to indulge yourself to connect with the people you were dealing with. "You assume business and pleasure have to be two different things. I for one think that doing business with you, Kay, will be a real pleasure." Kaelen said with a grin as he got up. Kaelen began to head up the stairs with the elven woman. When they came to his room, he pulled out the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. It was a sturdy lock, if not the most advanced of one, so it worked as a first line of defense for his goods. Last thing he needed was for all of his goods to be stolen and him unable to pull off his merchant guise. He held the door open and motioned with his arm inside. He smiled as he waited for her to go in first. Always best to be polite and it could lead to a good view of a certain part of the woman's body.
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Post by Kay on Jan 3, 2017 8:37:02 GMT
There wasn’t much of a response to the man’s continued flirting. The smirk lingered on her lips and she left the snort-chuckling to the bartender before they left for the man’s room. Her brows quirked ever so briefly at the woodworking comment, but not much beyond that. He ushered her through the door and curiosity filled the senses as she stepped through to see what the room was like. It quickly faded as she realized that it was almost the same room as she lived in with the exception of a slightly more fancier lock. The same woolen blankets, wildercotton pillows and mattresses as she had in her room. Double-pane windows and wooden panel walls with semi-ornate, rugged and overused wooden flooring.
At least Kaelan didn’t have a great view of the backalley from his window like Kay did. She approached his window and looked out at the people below. The rain still hadn’t let up, everyone she saw covered their head and rushed to shelter. Home.
“So then, Kaelan, you said you had goods.” She said and turned around. “While I am not authorized to speak on Haven’s behalf I am still allowed to run an inspection and give the guild my recommendation or what-not.”
Kay pulled out a chair, took a seat and crossed her legs most lady-like.
Which, for a ranger and former wild child, wasn’t really all that lady-like. But at least it made her look somewhat authoritative, right?
“You have my attention.” She nodded.
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Post by Kaelen Silverblood on Jan 8, 2017 4:21:15 GMT
The room wasn't much when compared to the room Kaelen grew up in back at Silverhearth, but compared to the barracks it was a true luxury. As Kay went over to the window to look out of it, he went to his hiding spot and pulled out a small, wooden lockbox. It was fairly simple in its design, but had a clear Mystmarch design engraved into it. A simple lock kept it secured from casual intrusion, even if a forceful approach would not be held off for long. He pulled out the small key to it and unlocked it. The click of tumblers moving sounded out. He smiled as he heard it and put the key back away. "I have some goods that will certainly catch your eye. I hope you are prepared to have your breath taken away." Kaelen said as he set the box down on the bed. He pulled out the first item as he added, "I jest, partly, but I will let my goods speak for themselves." Kaelen turned to the elven woman and held out an amulet that was completely made of silver. The amulet that screamed Mystmarch in design and the chain holding it all made of the purest of silver. He held it out to her as he said, "This was made by the silversmiths at Silverhearth in Mystmarch. Every other item was made there as well." Kaelen set the precious item down on the bed before he went in and pulled out the series of rings. He showed each one of the pure silver, and two with a precious stone inlaid into them, rings to the elven woman before laying them down on the bed near the amulet. All of them worked with the same kind of designs that was in the amulet. If she paid attention then she might pick up on the unique patterns that were the Mystmarch style. The next item he picked up was a bracelet. Like the items before it, it was made of silver with the same sort of designs but had creatures on them. Possibly dragons or some other serpentine beast. He made sure she got a good view of it before he laid it down on the bed. An impish grin crossed Kaelen's face as he pulled out the next items from his box of goods. He pulled out a pair of earrings and another amulet. He held them out so that she could get a very good look at them. The precious surfaces caught the light of candles and seemed to dance with it in his palms. The silver worked perfectly from the purest that could be found. They were more natural, more primal in their inspiration than the other items had been. From the way the woman had been behaving up to this point and the way she sat right now, it might suit her tastes more than the formal elegance of the previous ones. "Do you like them?" Kaelen asked as he looked the woman in the eyes. "If you do, then they are yours. No charge."
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Post by Kay on Jan 16, 2017 20:19:11 GMT
Kaelen SilverbloodWell, it wasn’t breath-taking but Kay’s eyes and brows certainly went wide in surprise. Not just at the fact that she was getting an offer of having them for free but the fact that they were masterfully done. It glistened and gleamed to the point where her inner child wanted to grasp at the amulet just to feel the shine in her hands. Sure, eyes wandered to the earrings as well, but not even Lord Fremont had managed to get her to pierce her ear and he had truly tried when she had been one of his apprentices. “It is part of what would be expected of you in court.” He had tried to justify it, but Kay still refused. Which in the end was also why she was sent to train with his marshal rather than attend sittings with his wife. Oh she did attend sittings, just for the sake of teaching the girl more about manners and how a proper woman behaves, but in the end not all of it stuck. She had never been one for acting like something was not. “They are beautiful.” She whispered her way through a nod before the ogling stopped and she closed the man’s hand to cover the amulet. Her disinterest in the earrings telling in the way she didn’t really look at them at all. “But I can’t. This is far too valuable to just give away, Kaelan.” “I mean, you don’t even know me.” She tried to justify it with a joke. “Gifts are usually something that happen after dinner.”
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