His coffee enjoyed, Ruli stepped outside of the hall to climb a set of stairs and sit in an empty courtyard. It was camp from the night's rain, but he cared little as he drank his coffee and watched the sun rise over the green beech and the soft white beach below. He was cold from the morning wind, but it was slower and less agitated than what carried the storm. The coffee helped, each sip warming his stomach, and the sun on his face was something he'd dearly missed from being in Aera's court. 

Ruli sat alone, enjoying his morning drink and the view that accompanied it, until Ysaryn sat beside him with a huff. At once, she folded her arms and her legs, and Ruli raised his eyebrows at her in question. 
"[i]I knocked on your door last night.[/i]" She said with an edge to her voice. 
"[i]I was sleeping.[/i]"
"[i]Soundly, apparently.[/i]"
He smirked. "[i]What did you want?[/i]"
Ysaryn turned her lovely face toward him, and Ruli froze, wondering what it could have possibly been that she'd look so annoyed over missing out. "[i]I did not like being caged again.[/i]"
"[i]I did not like the idea of being put in cuffs.[/i]"
She blinked, studying his face, gathering from that comment that he'd worn them before. She knew so very little of his past, same as everyone else. Her gaze fell to his wrists, but there were no scars on his wrist that suggested he'd been chained. Ysaryn had only seen his arms a few times, and knew there were many other scars from the life he made of thieving and fighting, but nothing around his wrists. Perhaps it was just a phobia. 

"[i]So what did you want?[/i]" Ruli asked again, sipping his coffee. 
"[i]To spar.[/i]" She admitted. "[i]To take control. Know I can win. I knocked on Zeck's door, after, but he refused.[/i]"
"[i]Why would he refuse to have his ass handed to him by a pretty elf in the middle of the night?[/i]"
"[i]I don't know, either.[/i]" Ysaryn sighed, and Ruli chuckled. Her eyes narrowed at him. "[i]You were teasing![/i]"
"[i]Of course.[/i]" He nodded. "[i]No one wants to go out in the pouring rain to be picked on by an angry elf.[/i]"
Ysaryn huffed and adjusted her weight on the bench. "[i]My men would have.[/i]"
"[i]Then you should have asked them.[/i]" Ruli pointed out, earning a glare. "[i]Look, if we don't find any combat today, I'll spar with you as long as you need.[/i]" Ruli promised, rising to his feet. "[i]Let's go see how the others are waking, and we'll go.[/i]"
Ysaryn wiggled again. "[i]No. You made fun of me.[/i]"
Ruli chuckled and wandered off, feeling her annoyance follow him for his nerve at walking away.

"There you lot are." He said, sliding into the second hall he came to to find the Amrian officials. He sidled in, refilled his cup, then sat nearby. His gaze went from Kire to Narda to Ed. "Hey." He said to the male. "We haven't been formerly introduce, I'm Rulitus. Everyone calls me Ruli." He did not offer his hand to the empress's cousin. Sipping his cup, instead, Ruli narrowed his gaze at Kire. "Did Ysaryn give you her weird alcohol last night?" She reeked of that unique taste seaweed had.
Giving his head a little shake, he dismissed the topic. "Speaking of Ysaryn, I partially hope theres something to sic her on at the gate today, as apparently she's looking for something to stab." He jerked his chin toward Kire. "You look like you know the feeling, maybe you can get her to calm down."