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[b]Coinage:[/b] 8 Silver, 5 Copper
[list][*]The (shredded) clothing on his back.
[*]A fur cloak.
[*]Untanned boar skin.
[*]Leather Belt
[*]Knight's Shield
[*]Knight's Dagger
[*]Knight's Longsword
[*]Dwarf's Polearm
[*]Rope
[*]Some preserved food
    Enough for two people to last a few days.
[*]Roll of what seemed to be a mat of thick fur, likely for sleeping on
    Comfortable, but only one.
[*]A heavy looking fur/cloth blanket.
    Cozy, warm and heavy. Good for sleeping in colder climates.
[*]Communication horn
    Made from bone, hollow and likely used for communication.
[*]A small pot and a ladle
[*]Frozen canteen of water
[*] Map of the Under roads.
    A map detailing some routes used by the Dwarves and Shadow Elves to travel in their subterranean homes. Its not entirely complete, but it at least shows the routes to the two most notable settlements and several other places of note. Unless you travel off the paths, you probably won’t get lost.
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Isidore took a minute or two to process everything, and once he had finished doing so, he came to a very simple conclusion. For someone who came from the same modern society that he did, Augusta was adapting very quickly. Even with all the politicking and grim business from his own past life, the concept of a purely political marriage never arose beyond vague and outdated variations of praise. Perhaps a matriarchal society would benefit her more, and perhaps she will simply always [i]just[/i] be a princess, but Isidore had his own doubts. To offer royal authority and power to a stranger with no background, all for the purpose of establishing a peace and alliance that a [i]real[/i] princess was already here to do was suspect, especially when it sounded like Augusta would be free to do whatever she wished as well. A puppet princess then? A token symbol, furthering the agenda of an existence closer to Elder Beast than mortal? It was a strange scenario…but not any more so than his own.

Anyhow, Augusta’s eyes saw all; if she agreed to it so readily, the Queen may be guileless after all.

[b]“Congratulations,”[/b] Isidore said, offering a slow clap and a polite smile. He pitied the Prince, but [i]this[/i] reality must be one that the bookish Uruthan would’ve been long prepared for. [b]“l have come across an interesting proposition as well. An individual of influence suspects the Queen’s advisor of [i]something[/i], and will be meeting me at the Rusty Ale Lake to discuss such matters. Tomorrow night.”[/b]

He glanced in Sorcha’s direction, a tinge of ironic amusement in his eyes, before turning back to the newly-titled Sirithen princess.

[b]“Augusta, lend me your eye for character during that time. And if there is merit, keep that same eye on Rullphana in the future.”[/b]