[center][h3][b]Zakroti Unalim[/b][/h3]
[sub]Husband of Aymiria Cassiel and Kasari Liesma[/sub][/center]

"I'm honoured that you wanted to. The truth is that I let him do it for the same reason everyone else does: He's a very powerful and very dangerous man and he doesn't take lightly to insolence as you have found. He doesn't want to be part of a family of Unalims, he wants an entire house of Nastakis and none of us live up to his oh so perfect standards. It is far more advantageous to at least retain what little favour, if you can call it that, one can with him for it might take you far. You certainly don't want him as an enemy, regardless of your station in life; As my father learnt, falling out of favour with Nastaki can have dire consequences. Few mortals, even among the Drakken, are cold enough to trade their first born son for a mere possibility of getting a chunk of land, but the Muthseran has a shard of ice for a heart." Zakroti replied with a dark look, turning to face her before realising that she wasn't dressed and turning his head away again "Are you fine to attend this feast? I understand your pride must be bruised after Nastaki's- punishment. If you would rather not attend it can be arranged."

Zakroti turned to face Miry as she dressed herself, glancing her up and down quickly glancing down to the flute in her hands. It was a well crafted thing, worth a counts ransom certainly. He took note of her clothing before glancing to the implement in her grasp, which she appeared to be inspecting. It appeared to be a flute or other such instrument, the lighting was not the best but even from here he could tell that it was a well crafted thing, worth a counts ransom certainly. 

He feigned looking away against until she approached before turning to her and listening. She was right, it was not flashy at all. Of course it wasn't; the poor girl was hardly expecting to have her clothes turn from her back and torched by hotheaded knights- at least not in plain view of the entire hall. 

"The outfit is perfectly acceptable- What is the saying?- The lady makes the clothing, not the clothing the lady." Zakroti said with a weak smile, cocking a brow as she spoke about the instrument. So it was a flute then and apparently it was of particular note to her. Perhaps it was simply a reminder of home then but in that case he was certain there were far more convenient things in that box of hers. He had overheard details of Mory and Ayltam's conversation earlier and there was certainly no way that someone of her station would have been able to afford that, there was something else to this. "Indeed. If I might inquire as to why it is so special to you? I dis catch a glimpse of it as you examined it and it is certainly valuable but I assume there is something more to it than that. And I will leave Gaikus to guard your other belongings and your pet, lest one of the watchmen decide it would make a tasty treat. If you wish to bring the flute regardless, of course you may."

Zakroti pivoted slightly as he looked her up and down rapidly, tilting his head to the left "If you choose to come to the banquet, I need your word that you aren't going to provoke my grandfather again. We are now treading on thin ice with him this evening, and I would not like to fall through it; Believe it or not from how he has acted towards me, the pair of us are actually on somewhat agreeable terms at the moment, or at least we were before the day began. Now I am not so sure. As I said before if you would rather not attend, Vain can escort you to my room and you can remain there, safe from any further harm, be it to your pride or body."
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