[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]
A stifled grunt was all Adora's explanation of the offending tea received as Kagan stirred the honey in. It was nice to see the girl had some experience with tea though. Saved him the trouble of experimenting with his own mixes or buying from a supposedly reputable dealer, only to be screwed by his own lack of knowledge or the general distaste for the brew in the region. [color=5ec4b3]"I'll pass on the cream. Agitates my stomach."[/color] He grunts, finally sipping from his mug again, the concoction now sufficiently sweet to his taste. It was still offensively floral for his taste, but she was not lying about it helping push away his remaining grogginess (albeit slowly). 

He was about to suggest the gem look through the small package of tea he had picked up earlier in the week before she snatched at his hand, her sister bride mumbling something as the lilac haired gem examined the wound. The Kinner boggled at Adora for a moment, both by her sudden lack of sultriness (which was new), her rapid apology, and her...to him, overreaction to the cut. [color=5ec4b3]"Its...Fine Adora."[/color] He says lazily as the gem tore through her trunk for a promised salve. [color=5ec4b3]"Just a scrape from a gentlemen who tried to cheat me out of the both of you yesterday...Already cleaned it."[/color] He stops and sips, thinking for a moment. [color=5ec4b3]"Mace is from him too. Trade for my sword. Very thoughtful about the whole exchange that Holg."[/color] He adds, grinning into his cup. 

Last he saw of the drakken in question, someone had dragged him off the field. Still alive, weirdly. Choking on his own blood and speaking gibberish (well, gargaling gibberish was more accurate), but very much ‘alive'. Kagan almost felt sorry for him. He mostly felt sadistically giddy that the poor bastard was likely not even aware that he didn't even have two coins to rub together for a Kinning, but he also felt almost sorry. His musings on the likely hell he had rained down on the dumb bastard who thought it smart to try and steal a kinner's tithe by Aubree, finally speaking loud enough for him to properly hear her. He stares at her for a second, slightly amused at how nervous she seemed to be. [color=5ec4b3]"Between the two of you? Excetionaly well."[/color] He says before bitting into a pear. 

He took a moment to look over their respective clothing, weighing weather or not he wanted to order them into something fancier. Ultimately, he decided agaisnt it. He really couldn't be ass'd to figure out if what they were currently wearing WAS formal wear for their people, and the sheer tops and crotchless ‘pants' (more like vague collections of silk that were roughly assembled into pants) normally associated with brides of highlords would be a pain in the ass to get a hold of on short notice. Also he always thought the outfits looked more than a little silly. 

[color=5ec4b3]"We will be getting your collars and brands done first thing. Then I'll take you shopping for a little while before a meeting I need to attend."[/color] He says, idly informing the girls of the coming labors of the day. [color=5ec4b3]"Depending on how long all this takes, we might be able to be on the road back home before dark."[/color]
[hider=Summary] 

Kagan continues to be a tea snob. Is easily amused by the worried medical ramblings of Adora. And the presumably brain dead status of Holg. And by Aubree’s considerable discomfort. Informs everyone he intends to take the gems to get branded, then shopping, then meeting with the worlds WORST boss. 
 [/hider]