Why was she so insulted? He hadn't done anything wrong; he'd only meant to show gratitude. The man furrowed his eyebrows and paced back three. Whatever he'd done to upset her- he just hoped it would disappear before they reached the eastern shores. His eyes danced between her and the world that surrounded them. The fluffy white clouds floating through a sky painted powder blue, the busy streets beyond the vine-covered walls, the sound of guards laughing and cheering, all clearly still carrying the joys of the previous evening. Her voice trailed over his ears, giving him leave to look at her again, although temporarily. He made no comment on her fight, only to nod his head in acknowledgement. Clearly he had touched a nerve, whatever it was. 

"Forgive me-" Rhoynar simpered. "-It is a customer across the sea and within the city boundary's. It's easy to forget, I am sorry." He dropped his head and bowed briefly. Knowing it would be some time before he could even pry as to her reactions, the Knight resigned to remaining unknown. The world beyond the sea would shock Illinfer, the people lived differently there. Rich cities beyond the wealth of the West, cities rising high on hills, vast deserts with only the nomads for comfort. The legions of tribes stretching beyond the endless sands, each struggling for power. The slave caravans, the one hundred kings, the strange beasts and the customs. She'd barely last a minute with his family, let alone anyone else they encountered.

Yet, he'd been told things were changing. His friend hadn't been clear as to how but he dared to think. People were fleeing, but from what? 
"I'll have my father meet them." He spoke, his voice matching the collected and defined tone it had one they originally spoke. If things were going to be this way, Rhoynar did have power over her, land and title gave any man abilities beyond a guild. Especially across the ocean- Daeron was a family name known throughout the Second East, traders and slavers. It was their trade and their name, He knew not if her guild held any power over the water but with the number of guilds and orders fighting for supremacy, he doubted their presence.

"The ship leaves at noon. I suggest purchasing clothes from the market. It's far warmer there than you'll have experienced. Especially if we're crossing the deserts." He stepped a further pace back and gestured for her to leave the gardens. "They'll be cheaper on these shores, you'd be best to purchase them before we leave. The Free Markets aren't as regulated as Ilium's." He commented, his feet taking him back along the paved path and back towards his home.