Jorvick chimes in,"Look at me drinking my fine wine with all my fine clothing and general pomp." Jorvick shows off his fine clothing and jewelry. "You would never guess that I grew up on the streets of Cassomir donned in rags, scrounging for food from whatever person would take pity on me or had enough to give and didn't have the wherewithal to hold onto it." Jorvick smiles devilishly at the last statement. "But now I am a lord in my own country and I travel around the world. I also find I can help others now that I have money to do so unlike so many I met in my youth."
"Samuel," Jorvick says quietly, "sometimes that question can be seen as improper given the possible answer if you catch my drift." Jorvick then gives Samuel a wink and takes another sip of his wine. "Also, to answer your other question to I find it somewhat difficult serving three masters myself, but I get by."
"Here Sheliantha, you can have some from my bottle." Jorvick pores the wine into Sheliantha extended glass. "It is a fine vintage from the Taldan coast from before it got flooded out; not that Sauerton Red that they make here. Not trying to be offensive, but my palate is just too delicate for such harsh 'wines'."
"I like the cut of your jib Sichelgaita. I've been around the Society for a while now, but am new to this specific calling. As you can tell by my Taldan accent I'm not from Andoran, but that has never changed my stance on cooperation and ending slavery." Jorvick takes a sip of his wine and continues, "It has always upset me the dishonor people show to others just because they are your enemy. I mean, I take precautions against them being dishonorable, but always have shown them respect." |
