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Fireeza smiles, swirling the sweet liquid around. "One with your skills must know a thing or two about the social ins and outs of the Taldan aristocracy. Perhaps you may be able to assist me with becoming a Taldan in my own right? I've always been able to take care of myself but I can't help but find myself at your mercy."
With a small nod the cup of rum is returned to the bar, while she remains completely oblivious to the presence of guards. "Go home Andor. Forgive me, I am not of noble birth, although from a very powerful line of sorcerers. Spells of comfort seem to come naturally to me, and after all these years of being sent out and being used as a hammer for Osirian I would like to change sides. You see, I was not always a woman. I happened upon a cursed item which has left me in my present state. Luckily I am still able to fulfill my family's expectations of me in finding a suitable partner for continuing our bloodline, and I know that there are many fine Taldon consorts. I am still learning the aristocracy but I am hoping my dowry of both riches and prodigious powers would be enough to have the less contrary accept me to such dinner parties as these. This is an appropriate discussion for the evening is it not?" She floats high in the air and looks around at the other guests for a moment before gliding to the bar for an order of Elven Red. Once poured the cup begins to float and follow her as she coasts over to the Marquis. With a casual flip of the wrist she releases her hold her right scepter which remains steadily in place and picks up the cup of wine. "Please forgive Andor, he gets scared easily and refuses to leave my side. It's so hard to find good help these days. Ah, Elven Red, it almost sounds sweet to say. Now tell me, Rummy dear, do you happen to have a knack at the arcane arts?" She exhales loudly as she gets comfortable, sitting mid air.
A soft, high-pitch laugh sounds the entrance of a small female gnome. Her small, stout form bearing a dress of black velvet and satin stitched with pearls and diamonds. The trim a heavy, yet soft, calico. Around her neck lay an intricate holy symbol of Nethys craft of polished ivory and jet. White gold earrings and rings compliment two fantastically jeweled rods to finish her exclusive evening wear. "My, my, my, I must say that I can get used to this. What fine company, I daresay my intrusion upon such a lovely party a scandal, but I hope to enjoy myself good Marquis de Ruum. Andor, fetch me a drink."
"While I may work for the Ruby Prince I grow weary of dungeon delving. I have found enough musty tomes and wrinkled scrolls. Might I assume that our present company enjoys in the indulgences of the finer things in life?
She sniffs the rum wrinkles her nose. "And do you have any sweet wines, preferably red?" |
