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The Green Knight laughs along with the Merchant's description of the Qadiran culture. "A wonderful satire," he comments.

"It has been quite awhile since I have heard such a lively description of our southern neighbors. From where I reside, the talk is all of Galt. With their policies and moods changing every day, we have to spend a lot of our time speculating on what they are going to do next, and whether it involves us having to defend our holdings from their forces or their wandering bands of vagabonds."

"I would imagine the conversation would be much less tense if we spoke of Qadira instead. We know their intentions to strip the Gilded City of everything that shines in the sunlight they claim to own, where with Galt we are never sure of whether to pity them, help them, or fear them."

"As to the material of your armor, I believe that such an illustrious green could only come from abysium. It is a rare and extremely valuable skymetal that is quite an effective poison in its ground form, but I suppose you are living proof that it is safe to wear."

"I would certainly hope it is safe," the Green Knight says with a laugh. "The legendary version, though, he could have worn this abysium, or he could have been wearing something forged by nature itself. The details have been lost to time. It's a favorite tale of mine, and my understanding is that our hostess shares the same appreciation."

He pauses his conversation for a moment, as it is time for the Merchant to announce her action. "And what of yourself? Your costume leads me to place you somewhere in the south, if you do not mind such an observation."

"I am indeed an admirer of art and folklore. Truly, artistic merit is one of the surest signs that a piece will be more valuable than it appears on the surface. What can you tell me of the legends behind this piece, in particular, why it is made of such a rare and poisonous metal?"

The Green Knight is very mannerly as he helps the Merchant return to her feet, though he was obviously not expecting to catch her like that.

"Poisonous? he asks, obviously not expecting that adjective. "I... imagine that is possible, since the tale originates from the north, near the forest. The legends say that the knight who wore this armor was virtually invulnerable, perhaps because he was an avatar of the Verduran Forest itself. They never spoke of the armor's material, however."

Sorry that took so long. Rough week at work.

"Ah, a legendary armor of the Verduran Forest, shrouded in mystery...It I may inquire, how much did you pay for this fine piece?

"It did not come cheap," the Green Knight replies. "I might not know the final cost, since I had another take care of the payments, but I would guess around two thousand, after the etching and coloring are included."

"Does this mean that you are also an admirer of art and folklore?" he then asks.

The merchant will continue dancing with the Green Knight, or rather, with his suit of armor.

After the bit of boisterous dialogue between the Merchant and the other guest, the Green Knight resumes his conversation with the Merchant of Sands.

"Just what the armor is made of is unclear, since it is from a legend surrounding the Verduran Forest. If it is this costume you speak of, I commissioned a suit of magically-colored ceremonial plate."

I'd like to take a moment to point out something... We are up to a whopping 300 posts! Good job everyone!

"May I ask where you hail from?" She asks, her long hair swaying back and forth. The glass baubles in her hair gleam under the light.

"Why, of course," the Knight answers. "My holdings are in the Tandak Plains, east of Cassomir, though I spend four months of the year in Absalom these days. This district is splendid, do you agree?" he asks, enjoying the company of a lady.

"Forgive my boldness good sir, but would you care to dance?"

"Why, of course!" the Green Knight replies before giving the Frost Witch a bow. Just as they begin walking to the join the dance, a masked servant arrives with a closed envelope laid out for them on a tray.

"It has been years since I have played this game," the Knight comments. "If I may..." he opens the envelope, and inside is a card the size of a Harrow card.

"You've drawn the Count," he announces, showing the card to all the dancers before handing the Witch her card. "It might not mean much now, but keep track of it, because it can be a winning play later. But before that, the first waltz," he says, as he takes the Witch's arm and leads her into the dance.

The Knight's movements and his signals to the Frost Witch are very formal and rigid while he dances, as if his skill was primarily due to endless practice.