[i][h2][color=MediumSeaGreen]Lora Kadar[/color][/h2]
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Lora paid no ounce of attention to the man who dismounted while the crowd gathered until he addressed her directly. Even then, the attention was slight, a quick glance away from the Prince to spot who was speaking. The man was skinny and tall, barely older than her, and even with his lavish clothing he was still entirely unimpressive beside the Prince and the rest of the Sentinels. The hat was especially pathetic. This undeniable evidence combined with the way his arms folded over his chest and the urgency to speak before the Prince got a chance to take a breath caused Lora’s quick decision that she did not like this man. She did not give him the respect of her attention as he continued talking, instead turning back to address the Prince with a tight lip and an itch in her spine. She spun nothing but the truth for her Prince, and as such she listened to no reactions of that truth that came from anyone else.

Another horse trotted into the group, stepping between the Prince and the Contemptible, and the woman on top said a few words that seemed to rustle Contemptible’s feathers. Cade, hm? Contemptible Cade. That had a nice ring to it. The woman continued on to back her up to the Prince, assuring the lack of fantastical elements and the heavy dose of fact. Lora smiled pleasantly, if not without a hint of smugness and fang, towards the woman and the Prince.

Her eyes darted to the side when Cade moved suddenly, and they stuck there as she watched him pull his cry for glamour off his head and bow towards her. Dark eyebrows converged in confusion, the extremely unexpected gesture surprising her. The words that sprang from his mouth actually shocked her into silence for a few moments. Rudeness was solved by displays of aggression until one backed down and begrudgingly asked for forgiveness, not by sudden changes of heart and humble apologies. 

He straightened back up and introduced himself, his first name in fact Ennis (and not the trait she had deemed him). He made no hesitation in trying to reconstruct his previous statements, which earned a long groan from the woman and a poorly concealed smirk on Lora’s behalf. He stepped forward and the woman, Vesta, grumbled lowly. Lora rearranged her face into a polite smile and met the man halfway, bowing gently. Apologetic and in the Prince’s company, she supposed he deserved at least that. 

“Loredana Kadar, pleased to meet you. No—I make no living with stories and certainly don’t tell false ones for entertainment. I’m pleased you enjoyed what I had to say, but it was nothing more or less than the truth of the encounter, told in full detail to best serve my Prince.” She hesitated on the title, rudeness almost forgiven but diction duly noted. “I have no more purpose in this village than those who saved it—I’m simply passing through. I was in Barcea on business, and I’m heading back to Gurata where I serve as Beta of the Kadar tribe.” She stepped backwards to readdress the head of their traveling party. “I am in no rush, though, and would love to—well, I would be happy to—That is to say—It would be an honor,” she amended with no lack of enthusiasm despite her fumbling, “to assist any of you any further, in any way I could.”