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Well, it seemed that this rabble wasn't a welcoming party at all. Too bad. The troop she had with her were going to have to wait for refreshments and rest. Hopefully there would be something aside from a dry reliquary in the middle of nowhere for them to speak in. The air here wasn't poisonous or particularly dry but it was still air. Amahle sighed and rolled her silver eyes, stepping forward, closer to the mad Nyxian and irrelevant warlord, warlady? What exactly would she be called? Amahle supposed she would be the Daimyo of The Singing Arrow given that her father had died only a few years ago. Daimyo would be good. It normally was given to the eldest man in the family for the backward lava drinkers but if the Heir was informed correctly Zephyr had taken control of the clan. Amahle smiled to herself. At least this little trip wouldn't be totally fruitless. There was at least someone here of moderate importance. Well, someone aside from Aldin Salvar. She hadn't been sure at first because of his slightly rough appearance, but, with the missing eye, soldier's bearing, and silver hawk on a green field, it became rather obvious. 

She beckoned for Valter with a curl of one of her long fingers as she moved into the courtyard more and heard his dutiful footsteps obeying her orders. He was a good boy. Her mercurial eyes narrowed slightly as they swept from one person to the next. It looked like a Nyxian playing up on the stereotypes of them being strange and mad; a Forester with a pension for animals, he looked like he hadn't seen civilization in his whole life; the Salvar heir; the new Daimyo; a Zephyr half-breed who was probably a slave since she had sat by the Salvar boy like a obedient little pup. Interesting little group. It seemed half of them were nobility, or what passed for it in other places, and, half were common folk. Amahle couldn't help but wonder if that was intentional. Whomever had organized had a good sense of balance at least. 

Amahle looked down at the slight Nyxian and smirked at him before whispering in his native tongue, [color=00746b]"You don't have to pretend. I know what real madness looks like. I'll introduce you to my older brother someday and you can take notes,"[/color] she gave him a quick wink before looking to the others and took a breath, spreading her arm and nodding her head in greeting, a small respect for small folk, before introducing herself, [color=00746b]"It seems like we are all Sages, eh? Well, you all have the pleasure of being in the presence of Amahle Inkunziushaka Carcharhinus Albimarginatus The Seventh, Fourth Child of the Empress of All Amanzi."[/color] she closed her eyes briefly and bobbed her knees and head slightly as if buoyed by an ocean wave. The move was graceful and practiced. It looked almost like the introduction step to a dance. Amahle lowered her arms to her hips and raised her thin brow waiting for the others. She didn't actually expect much of a reaction. She was pretty sure that probably all but the Lucernan Duke's son probably wouldn't even know just how close they were standing to real power. Common folk weren't expected to know anything about politics and the demon probably hadn't had any education farther than 'stab things and make them die. Honor, honor, honor.'

She made sure to make a mental note that not a single one of them addressed her properly when she arrived. Sure they weren't her welcoming party and she could forgive that, but, they saw she arrived with a group of guards and carried herself with authority. The fact they hadn't spared her even the logical reaction of fear didn't reflect well. She supposed the little Nyxian had greeted her and her enterage in his own strange little way. She supposed that put him a step above the rest of these scroungers. Ironic that the actual scrounger had the sense to properly greet an armed group of bodyguards and warmages while the rest just either were too stupid to recognize real danger or so consumed with their meaninglessness that they couldn't pay attention to anything but snapping wolves and shifting. Amahle had never liked seeing the Zephyr do their little trick, much less graceful than the transition her own people did, but, she supposed it would be rather shocking to anyone who had never been exposed to it before. 

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Aldin's eye was locked on someone who everyone else in the courtyard had completely overlooked. His eye was fixed on the traitor himself. His right arm suddenly ached and his hand twitched toward the grip of his pistol tucked into his belt. The Nightcursed Silver Prince was here. He was right here. Aldin could draw on the scum and put him on the ground with a hole the size of revenge in the bastard's head. No healing from that. No coming back from having your head split by a Shimmer Shot. His missing eye throbbed with impossible pain as he remembered all the friends he'd lost in the war against that son of a bitch. That bastard born whore's son. His right hand stiffly wrapped around the grip of his pistol, finger slid into the guard. That- Aldin's eye blinked rapidly as a large shadow fell over him. 

He looked over, ready to draw and deliver round, but, he relaxed when he saw the towering winged demon woman bowing to Summer. His nerves misfired suddenly and he grinned letting out a hiss of laughter. His frayed nerves and the sheer silliness of what appeared to be a noble warrior from The Land of Fire bowing to a slave. He knew Summer wouldn't be a slave for long officially and wasn't really a slave right now either, in theory, but, she had been for her whole life until now. He turned his gaze up to the towering woman and let out an impressed whistle. He released his grip on the pistol and raised his hand to the brimmed hat on his head, tipping the brim back so he could get a better look at Zephyr of The Singing Arrow. He thought maybe he had heard of her clan before but was rather unfamiliar with Bastilluli politics. They had always seemed a little strange to him. They had something similar to what Lucerna did but their fixation with certain concepts and glory in war made them rather alien. All he knew for sure was she was enormous. The largest person he had ever seen really. 

[color=#c0c0c0] "Her name is Summer, Attendant to Clan Salvar," [/color] Aldin said with a smile and the extension of his hand to the bowing giantess,[color=#c0c0c0] "I am Captain Aldin Salvar, heir to Clan Salvar, rulers of the Duchy of Korin in Lucerna."[/color] he inclined his head to her slightly, making sure to use terms she would be familiar with. He was pretty sure that his noble classes didn't exist in Bastillus so best to make it understandable,[color=#c0c0c0] "It is a pleasure to meet you."[/color] he looked around to the rest of the gathering,[color=#c0c0c0] "A pleasure to meet all of you."[/color] that last bit wasn't exactly true as he narrowed his remaining eye when he looked on Valter again. The fact that his mistress had been willing to harbor a know rebel didn't speak well for her either, but, sometimes politics could be a funny thing.