[i]"Right, right."[/i] Pudaga swallowed and took another breath, [i]"This one is Pudaga, he is a potter. Though, he will take any work he can..."[/i]

Pudaga went over the same details that he did when speaking to Haressi. He seemed a little tense with all the formal processing, but he also seemed over the moons to have this much help at all.

While the records were being taken, Gallus stepped up beside Meesei and murmured quietly to her. "Meesei, after all this, should we let the brother know [i]why[/i] the family was taken into slavery? I remember something about a certain debt."

Tzirret grinned and failed to stifle his own chuckle as Ma'tanza laughed. He understood that it might have been confusing. "Well, they don't like to talk about [i]that[/i] part of Dibella's domain. Tzirret thinks it is meant to be more about romance and friendships."

With a sigh, Tzirret looked down and recalled something that La'khay said. Something about saying compliments that make a person [i]feel[/i] beautiful without saying it. La'khay only cited physical descriptions, but Tzirret knew that Ma'tanza would have heard them all by now. Still, there were other things that made her beautiful. Tzirret curled his lips as he thought of how to say it. He idly put his hand in his pocket and ran his thumb over his pendant. [i]Now, don't overdo it like the first time you tried complimenting La'khay...[/i]

"You know, Ma'tanza," Tzirret turned his head to face her directly, "This one notices that...there are many things that people say about you. Unkind things." Tzirret felt his knees start to quiver already, but he tried to keep nervousness off his expression. "But, you don't seem to let them bother you. Other people would get angry or sad, but you don't get upset very easily. At the same time, you are not afraid to stand up for yourself." Tzirret smiled lightly and looked at the altar again, "This one thinks that makes you special. It is...more attractive than..." Tzirret's smile lowered and he trailed off, "...y-you know..."

Tzirret's trailing off was out of a fear that he may have overstepped. His mind was taken over by an insidious regret that was waiting to be validated by reprimand.