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Sekhandur's quiet enjoyment of his tea was short-lived, as a tallish girl with brown hair and rose-red eyes made herself known. She sidled up to him and made a variety of comments about the brew he was drinking as well as the individual that had made it. Her voice sounded familiar, but Sekhandur could not place where he had seen her previously. It was supremely lucky for her that the tea was easing his headache considerably, or he would not have been in the mood to entertain her overbearing demeanor. If he had been feeling less patient, he would likely have been mulling over what form of facial mutilation would best teach her to mind her manners. As it was, he instead humored her opinions on tea.

"[color=aba000]Common things have their place.[/color]" Sekhandur answered in an even tone. "[color=aba000]The king's road winds high above all others, but from his place of privilege he enjoys the beauty of every path.[/color]" He drained what remained of his tea, and set the ceramic cup down on the nearest stall counter.

They were quickly joined by Kiara, and Sekhandur returned her friendly greeting with a polite smile. Then soon after her, another oddly familiar girl appeared, also asking about tea. Sekhandur felt his restrained smile becoming forced. He was not quite upset by the sudden crowd forming around him, but he had a feeling that he had just been sucked into a conversation that he didn't have any real interest in. Honestly, who cared that much about tea? You drank it for breakfast if there was no coffee, or if you were feeling sick, or if you were eating with your grandmother in the royal gardens. It wasn't [i]that[/i] interesting. Regardless, he still felt the need to keep up a decent appearance in front of Kiara, and tried to keep his expression placid.

"[color=aba000]Yes, [i]do[/i] tell us. Regale us with your expertise.[/color]" He said to the red-eyed girl, doing his best to not sound too condescending as he feigned interest. He folded his arms over his chest, causing his jewelry to chime gently, and looked down at her with gleaming golden eyes, like a desert cat's.