[h3]Lissa[/h3]

Lissa paused as she beheld the man on the ornate wooden throne. Commanding authority, he clearly had character, if his tattoos and battle scars were anything to go by. 

She crooked an eyebrow at the general, unamused by the bipolar nature of his responses, but turned away as he was interrupted by another. She responded to her question with a slight inclination of her head. [b]“Yes, indeed! I thought that I should drop by, at least, to see how things were doing. An envoy should not be kept in the dark, no?” [/b]she decided to reply, mostly neutrally, knowing that injecting herself into local politics like this was a dicey thing, as it had been for the past couple hours, already. 

Although the tension was palpable, she continued with her own positive demeanor. [b]“Yes, it’s a pleasure! It’s not a problem. I understand things have been difficult lately,”[/b] she commiserated, prodding for information at the same time. 

She continued to smile politely even as Marushka was all but ordered out of the room. As the others vacated the room, she stepped forward at the enthroned man’s gesture. 

[b]“Ah… it’s not a problem. It was a little rough earlier on with the Kyrsa, but I appreciate the Yagan hospitality,”[/b] she replied, with a bob of her head. [b]“That explains their undue hatred of merchants, at least. What was the story behind that? But where are my manners? I am Lissa,”[/b] she continued, looking a little flustered as she affected a polite bow with her hand flared out, as was the custom for addressing some lords that she was familiar with.