Liu held silent for this instance. The talking would come later. He had no hope of detecting anyone's assumptions about his origins, had no interest in defending Iberis, and had no trouble suppressing his desire to make fun of Hasufer (since he met the evil lord in a state of destitution and ignominy). Introductions were done and the lovely proctor was angling toward the end of the meeting, an end to which he and her were aligned. Truthfully, he hated this duchy. The sliding doors, the levitating things, the weird lights, the upsettingly intricate public 'conveniences.' He was made to be a rube, a perfectly polite rube at least, and that irked him more than any dismissal. What is wrong with opening the door with ones own hand?

His silent agreement to having no further questions was him rising from his seat again. This scenario was one of the few he was familiar with. Encountering enormous primordial beings and negotiating the oddities of the See numbered among the frightfully few things he involved himself with in this world and these bare, preliminary details hinted toward that domain, not that he felt reassured.

Liu leaned forward and scooped an orb carefully with both hands. The life of a noble, he felt, is not so easy. A peasant may be plagued by disease and starvation in bad times, but in peaceful times the connection to the land and the work with their hands sustains them and exceeds their rest; the land may love them gently in their toil when they dress its loam yearly for victory over dearth, and the seasons drag them by the arms and dance them until panting and glowing all their years. A noble is plagued whereas, by competition and plots, their grand halls a boulder to roll uphill, their severe ancestors glower at them from shrewdly rendered paintings that line their halls, always bigger, and better, or else. Accompanied by the friends of their parents, or possible suitors, or competitors to dominate before their time, or employees. The second son has it worst, he pitied silently. The 'plan B,' on edge always. Required to be excellent but only tossed the leftovers, only expected to rise up without shame if the dear eldest dies. Or, if the mother is a jealous one, executed upon the primogenitus' glorious rise, and relegated to the footnotes after all that work. Liu was too busy feeling sad to be offended. 

Silently and promptly, he turned leaned forward and presented the orb to Vetreus, his face and shoulders bowed a little, his height stubbornly salient. 

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[*] [color=9e0b0f]Strength B[/color]
[*] [color=a0410d]Precision A[/color]
[*] [color=0076a3]Intelligence A[/color]
[*] [color=440e62]Vitality B[/color]
[*] [color=9e0039]Speed A[/color]

[color=00a99d]Natural Armor A
Super sense C (Spatial Awareness)
Darkvision F (racial) (7)
Poison Resistance F (racial) (7)[/color]
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