Aisling seems to melt with disappointment allowing a slight worry to trend about her. [color=ed1c24]"My Lord has no need for troops, trade routes are not what I sent for."[/color] She shifts from foot to foot nervous. Scared almost, oh what the Fall King would do if she did not come back without something good! A glint came into her eye, to another it would look desperate. Ever so slightly that was true. But Aisline was wise to the way of Fae that must always speak true. [color=ed1c24]"You said you would offer anything other than you're name, even part of that... Wilt thou give your crown for such news that might preserve thy kingdom?"[/color] She cringes as if expecting fury, rightly so. Still she holds the image of a nervous servant which only seems to grow as the trading does not fall right through.