A New Chapter ((open))

[Sain Martel]

The last three weeks had been long, hot, treacherous. From pirates raiding the merchant ship from Delmound, to large storms. The waves rose so high on those days, he thought several times this would be the end of his life. Yet he lived through it all, the food was not as savory as he was used to. Yet he ate either way, he had a good amount of money on him. Although to flash it would be foolish, it was already a give away he was a noble. The black armor he wore gave it away, his familys crest of a red sun with a golden spear peircing it.

Sain had traveled a great distance, he was running from the terrors and regrets of his past. He hoped the greater the distance, the greater chance of finding some peace to his life. As he walked up the stairs from the bellows of the ship, to the deck. The fresh sea air brushed his cheek like the welcoming soft hand of a woman.

To him that breeze was a sign, but he did not know what kind of sign it was. Fate was fickle, and had two faces. He could only hope this land could offer him something good, something new. Walking toward the head of the ship, he looked out to the small thin strip of land ahead of him. By the morning that thin strip of land will grow, and a new chapter in his life would unravel.

That night he had the same nightmares he always had, reliving another defeat, another friend lost in battle, another child dead in the street of some nameless village. A cold sweat, the rushing beating of his heart. This is how he had been awaken night after night, with a sigh he closed his eyes wiping the sweat from his brow. The tranquil sound of the slap and splash of the waves, helped relax him. He laid back down, looking over to his right to the shelf. His familys crest on his breast plate shined in the lamp light, he shook his head. Closing his eyes again, " Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken....and I failed you."

He woke to the sounds of men yelling, the heavy and numerous sounds of boots against the wooden deck. He slowly rose from his unstable net hamock, he ran his hand through his black shaggy hair. Jumping down he landed next to his boots, slipping them on he proceeded to dress. Packing and checking all his belongings, he then made his way to the deck. The wind was calm, yet the air was refreshing. The smell of sea water filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, 'the start of a good day' he thought to him self.

The sight of the many ships was amazing to behold, the harbor littered with sails the of ships of many sizes. He had left from a fairly small village, living inland most of his life he hadn't seen many ships in his life. He felt a bit of a charge, like this was the real start to a new life a good life.

The ship made its landing near a larger merchant ship, the men unloading its goods were strangely dressed. Wearing what looked to be stretched out animal skin, hardened by the sun. The skin was bronze and shiny like real bronze, he starred as they worked. He couldn't help him self, he was amazed with all that surrounded him. Although he didnt show it, his face was like stone. He had little need to show his emotion, atleast not for now.

Exiting off the side of the ship, he walked slow his black leather armor tight to his chest. He had to becareful here, he knew nothing.of these people. The name of the land was familiar, but that was nothing more than black ink on a map. His steel armor was tied securley to his travel pack, his sword by his side as always. He made his was down the peir to the crowded streets, he received a few odd stares as he moved through the streets. He soon found him self lost, comming to a intersection he spun looking down each street. His black cape swirling with him, as he spun a scowl formed on his face. He stopped an just walked in that direction he faced, he needed to find an inn to stay at. Not just any inn, but a decent inn with good food. He needed a good meal, his mouth watered at the images of the various food he could eat.

Lost in thought he didnt notice the person in front of him, by time he noticed them he had already colided into them. Stubbling back a bit, he regaind his composure. " I apologize." He said with a bow, as was customary of his land and class. Old habbits died hard it would seem.

[Dalia Maulesel]

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With her leather bound journal in one hand and a quill and bottle of ink in the other, Lady Dalia Maulesel, sister to the Duke of Ascalon, wove through the city streets toward the river. The day was absolutely gorgeous and shouldn’t be allowed to go to waste. Rather than stay cooped up in the palace like she had been since she’d arrived in the city to visit her family, she decided to give everyone the slip and disappear for the afternoon or a few hours, tops. Where better to relax and enjoy the beauty of the day than by the water? It was her vacation of sorts; her duties for the youngest princess of Etrias had been excused for the week, giving her an opportunity to travel to her home city of Ascalon. She had plans to work on her manuscript while she had time away from her constant dealings with her sister-like charge. She loved to delve into romanticized stories of dragons and noble, chivalrous knights, adventure and triumph. Dalia planned to write her own. As she stepped around a pool of water, she gathered the skirt of her burgundy and white dress so that the hem would not drag through the puddle. Once she cleared it, she let the skirt go free and continued on her path. On the soft breeze, she could smell the brine of the bay; the seabirds’ screams could be heard from the crest of the hill that descended to the harbor. She paused a moment to appreciate the sight of the sailors and guards scurrying along the docks, the birds flocking around the newly docked ship that graced the harbor. The breeze carried a lock of her hair across her face and she tucked her journal under her arm to fix it. Today, she’d taken the time to carefully pin her flax-colored hair up with only her bangs free to frame the left side of her face. Her sapphire eyes were accented by the dark makeup that lined them, her lips colored with a pale pink. The only jewelry she wore consisted of simple cross earrings, a pearl bracelet, and a golden cross on a thin chain. Pearls lined the split of her outer skirt, framing the white and burgundy pattern of her inner skirt. Faint freckles were dusted across the fair skin of her face, rounding out the looks that she had always been proud to claim as her own. She continued along her way, her face lifted toward the sun as she breathed in the briny air. After a few more minutes of walking along the busy streets, she was just about to turn off of the street to a path that would take her around the harbor and to the more quiet, untouched banks of the coast where she would find her a comfortable place to sit and relax and write, when she crashed into someone else. Her journal slid free of her grasp and clattered to the ground, but she fortunately kept the small, fragile bottle of ink in her hand. “I apologize,” she heard a foreign, masculine voice say. Startled and stunned a moment, the lady didn’t respond immediately to the apology and bow. Instead, she stammered a bit before managing to form a coherent sentence. “I—I—no, I apologize. I wasn’t paying any mind to where I was going.” She was about to reach for her notebook when she noticed the man’s black leather armor—something that neither noble nor knight would don within the city; there was a much more conventional dress for the men within the city—and the sword belted at his hip. She caught herself staring at the foreign man’s clothing and looked away, color flooding her fair cheeks. Dalia dipped into a curtsy, unsure of his rank or status; for all she knew, he could be a foreign emissary here to see her brother. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 654 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, NOTES. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

With the end of his bow he watched the young lady, in her hesitence to answer. She was the most beautiful lady he had seen in awhile, her eyes a beautiful shade of blue. He gave a grin as she struggled to reply, he moved his hands out to her palms up. Moving his hands straight forward, then spreading them out to his sides palms still face up. " I should be more aware of my surroundings, my lady." His voice was deep and proper, Sain knew she was in a high position. Her attire was the give away, the last thing he needed was a problem with nobility or royalty.

Bending down he picked up the book from the ground, brushing it of dust. He had noticed her examining him, he had noticed the other men here wearing odd wears. They were almost like dresses for men, it was amusing but he would not say so aloud. " you'r book, I hope there is no damage." Handing her the book, " I'm Sain Martel, I come from across the seas..." With a pause he thought quickly of why he should be here, other than the truth. "...im exploring the world for my own eyes." He quickly finished with a simle and nod.

" Do you know much of this city, Im in need of good lodging. Would you be able to assist me?" He asked hopful, he needed a guide and a lovely guide was even more welcomed. She had to be intellegent, she had a book and ink. She was obviously educated, so he had to be dealing with some sort of nobility. He must also take care around her, he could not let all be known. The reach of evil could be long, he could not know the limit of that reach.

" If it is interupting something important, I can take my leave. I do not wish to hold you." He added, although he hoped she would offer help.

[Dalia Maulesel]

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“I should be more aware of my surroundings, my lady,” he said before stooping down to retrieve her journal from the street. “Your book. I hope there was no damage.” She thanked him after he brushed it off and handed it to her. “I’m Sain Martel. I come from across the seas.” Dalia at least had a name to put with his face and the lack of a title meant that he couldn’t be a foreign ambassador. If his omission of a title was any indication, her rank was well above his own. “I’m exploring the world for my own eyes,” he added with a small nod. His deference to her helped her compose herself and her usual confidence began to settle into place. “Do you know much of this city? I’m in need of good lodging. Would you be able to assist me?” he sounded hopeful—of course, who wouldn’t be hopeful that a noblewoman would provide a tour through the city? She knew nothing of this man other than the information he provided and if the intrigue that occurs in court was any indication, a fraction or all of what he just said could be false. There were a few things about him, however, that she suspected were true: He was from another land and he needed somewhere to go in the city. Dalia was, however, cautious despite all of her confidence. She recognized that she knew very little of this man and also that she had no escort to protect her should things take a turn for the worse. “If it is interrupting something important, I can take my leave. I do not wish to hold you.” The lady of Ascalon shook her head. “No, it would be no trouble to show you to an inn,” she replied with a smile. “I am Lady Dalia. My brother, Amalric Maulesel, is the duke of this fair city.” She turned and started walking into the city once more, away from the water. So much for writing for a few hours. But that was hardly an issue; she could write any time. It wasn’t often that she was in a position to boast about her home; the people she encountered already knew about it. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 374 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, COMPLETE. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

She had warmed up to him, he had done well. He had avoided conflict, he could relax more now. She being of noble blood, she would ve used to him relaxing. Any person of low class would have been worried in a small incident such as this, so he would try his best to play the part of peasant. When she offered her help to find a place of lodging, he gave a smile and bowed. His arms out to his sides like a birds wings before flight, "Ostia gives thanks." He spoke humbly, giving the proper words of thanks.

Rising he followed at her side, but giving her space between them. He did not wish to worry, she did know little of him. To be close could bring suspiscion of his intentions, that would only bring trouble his way. Just then he realized the formal traditions of his land let some of identity slip, this was a minor slip up. He would of rather spoke more of his country than his city state, but the basics of the land would sefice for her if asked.

" I am honored to have such a kindhearted noble woman, to offer her help to such a lowly person as my self." He praised, the sister to the Duke of the city. He had met a noble of a powerful house, if today turned to be well. He might ask for work, he could easily say he was a sellsword. Participting in wars from other citystates in his land, maybe fate smiled upon him today. " May I ask the name of your lovely city, my lady?" Sain was a little curiouse of this land, this city was well bulit and large. He could only imagine the lavishness of the dukes estate, just by her attire he knew they had riches. Duke of a city this large, he would have a large coffer.

Looking over to the lady, her lovely facial features were a sight for sore eyes. He looked else where as not to stare, he didnt wish to be rude. He had hoped that he could find a decent, honest place of work. Until he decided to move on to the next city, he had.a fairly large amount of gold left. Yet it would not last forever, " Who is the ruling family here?" He had plenty of questions, but he did not want to ask all at once. He would have answer some of her's as well, he hoped to.avoid them if he could.

[Dalia Maulesel]

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“Ostia gives thanks,” he said with a formal bow. She had never heard of Ostia, but she didn’t doubt its existence. As a woman, her education covered little of geography and politics and focused mainly on tailoring her to be a proper lady, reading, writing, and topics suited to make her a suitable wife one day. She certainly knew more about sewing and clothing than she did about swordplay and politics. He fell into step beside her, leaving enough room between them to protect the sanctity of personal space. "I am honored to have such a kindhearted noble woman, to offer her help to such a lowly person as myself," he praised between admiring her looks and examining the city. She didn’t mind that he was captivated by her beauty; far from it. She loved the attention and as her confidence recovered—and they neared the center of the city where guards would be milling about—she grew more comfortable in the presence of the complete stranger. Dalia offered a small smile and a nod in acknowledgement to the commendation with which he presented her. Her pride was certainly not suffering from his attention. “May I ask the name of your lovely city, my lady? Who is the ruling family here?” “Of course. This is Ascalon, largest city and capital city of Etrias. The castle, Caer l’Aurore, is home to the royal family, the de Valore family.” She paused, studying him out of the corner of her eye. Curiosity quickly overtook her. “Tell me of your homeland, Sain Martel.” She left out that she knew very little beyond Etrias and their major trading partner to the northeast, Crymea, and even then her knowledge was limited. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 285 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, COMPLETE. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

He had been doing well thus far, she was in good spirits. Sain was manging to keep her mind off his life, she also seemed to enjoy his praise. Although he was sure she received many like it, it was always good to give praise to nobles. It was the amount of praise you gave, and the wise choice in words. Being one him self, he knew this dance of words. He'd received many him self, from common folk and lower house nobles alike. He could see through their lies, more than not he knew sincere from false praise.

"Ascalon..." He repeated as he looked toward a group of guards, he was guaging their reaction to him and the lady in which he walked with. They seemed timid to the sight, although they too were guaging their own reactions looking for suspicious behavior. He simply looked else where as if this was just another walk with a lady, if they had not moved by now all must be well. He dwelled on the name of the name of the castle, he dare not try to pronounce it.

Then the moment he dreaded, " Tell me of your homeland, Sain Martel." Her voice was as lovely as her features, yet the question still made him uneasy. Yet, he kept his composure with a smile. " Please, just Sain. I am no noble, although the life of luxury would be welcoming. The politics is a steep price." Sain smiled toward her, his deep dark brown peircing eyes making contact with her sapphire ones. He knew the politics all to well, and what happens when you do not play them wisely. Sain knew all to well.

" I am a Citizen of the country Laus, please say it with me? LAi-Os." Sain gave her time to reply, whether she did or not he continued after a short pause. " We are not like many kingdoms, our people are free." He looked to her, he wanted to see her reaction. " Yes, our cities are of the League. The largest cities govern the smaller, we are city states. A Marque, much like your Dukes govern the city states ans villiages within its borders. The Marques are of the Senate like a council, they talk among each other to resolve many conflicts and things of politics. Once every five years, a Primeminister is choosen to be the leader of all of Laus. He dose not have all control, our system of gonverment is complicated." He knew this must be odd to hear, Sain was sure he must of sounded like a mad man talking about something he just made up. He looked to her, he wanted to see how she took this in.

[Dalia Maulesel]

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As she described the status of the city and the royalty therein, she noticed that his gaze scanned the buildings and streets, paying close attention to the guards who, in turn, studied him. Who was he that had the audacity to walk alongside the Duke’s sister? He was certainly no noble; he wasn’t even in the common garb of the country. When they decided that their lady’s lack of calling them to attention was reason enough to leave the foreigner alone, they seemed to relax slightly, but she did take note that they kept their eyes warily on the stranger. The fact that the men were cautious because of her made her stand a little taller as she walked through the city streets. She received little reaction other than a smile at her question—which she belatedly realized had been more of a polite demand than anything else—which was curious to her. When she thought of her homeland, the great city of Ascalon nestled on the coast of Etrias, her heart soared with pride. He hardly offered a tight smile at the thought. The noblewoman filed that away—not that she believed she would ever use the assumption. “Please, just Sain. I am no noble; although the life of luxury would be welcoming, the politics is a steep price.” Dalia chuckled softly. “Indeed, Sain. Nobility is often both blessing and curse, but a necessary cross that many must bear.” His eyes met hers and she felt as though he were attempting to read into her thoughts. The young lady kept a pleasant smile on her face in an attempt to keep her composure as proper lady. “I am a Citizen of the country Laus, please say it with me? Lai-os." She did as he requested, letting the name of the country roll off of her tongue. It was certainly pleasant to hear and say. "We are not like many kingdoms; our people are free." Dalia found his eyes on her to, she assumed, gauge her reaction on the matter. While she certainly wasn’t fond of him implying that her country was one of slaves, she didn’t find herself upset at his bold words. "Yes, our cities are of the League. The largest cities govern the smaller, we are city states. A Marque, much like your Dukes govern the city states and villages within its borders. The Marques are of the Senate like a council, they talk among each other to resolve many conflicts and things of politics. Once every five years, a Prime Minister is chosen to be the leader of all of Laus. He does not have all control. Our system of government is complicated." “And it sounds as such.” She had seen glimpses of council meetings with the Duke and his advisors and knew how long men could talk on matters they deemed important. “It sounds as though the government would be slow to act in times of distress,” she commented lightly, “what with so many men having the last word in a debate.” The workings of politics and government were of little interest to her, but she found herself curious as to his response. He sounded far more educated in matters of the state than the average commoner and that caused her to wonder if he was of a higher rank than he claimed. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 558 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, COMPLETE. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

She was in his eyes, the vision of the perfect noble lady. "Indeed, Sain. Nobility is often both blessing and curse, but a necessary cross that many must bear." He smiled, but had to ask a question. " Is that your honest opion or the expected answer of a lady? Please if I offened, do not answer." He hoped she took no offense, but her response took him by surprise.

" Polotics is a dangerous game, especially when the lives of thousands could be at stake. Some think of the people as pawns, this I have seen far to often. Then their are those who think of the people as if they are of his own family. They feel for the people, these two types of nobles clash in many situations. This is simple human nature, there will always be conflict. Whether it be war, or a simple debate. Yes it takes time to come to agreement, but it is expected. This is where those with influence and charisma come into play, they have a way of speaking to others. Whether to inspire a good decision or bad, these are those who truely turn the tides of debates and bring agreement." He laughed a bit, " I apologize, I tend to speak more than asked when a topic intrests me." He said still smiling with a bow of his head, it was true her question sparked interest.

" My travels have brought me to many lands, i've met many people of many social classes. Their is much to learn in the world, not just from scholars or nobles. All people have a knowledge of something the other dose not, and listrning to these people you can gain insight to the minds of those people." Sain felt as if he was a scholar, he felt excited at the subject. It got him thinking, it made him think deeply.

Sain liked this lady, she sparked interest into subjects. Many ladies simply agreed, or said what wanted to heared to avoid dull subjects. He felt she was different, and it made him want to get her opion on the matter. He wished to pick her mind for thoughts, he was.sure he would not be dissappointed in his findings.

[Dalia Maulesel]

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"Is that your honest opinion or the expected answer of a lady? Please, if I offend, do not answer." She smiled at the question. “There is no offense, sir. It is my honest opinion. Even in your land with no distinct ruler, you say politics and nobility exist.” If in a world of no monarch to lead the people through good times and bad the politics and social ranks still thrive, there clearly was no way around the fact that people would have to bear the burden of dancing their way through the political world. It was a very necessary evil. It was one with which her family managed to thrive. "Politics is a dangerous game, especially when the lives of thousands could be at stake. Some think of the people as pawns; this I have seen far too often. Then there are those who think of the people as if they are of his own family; they feel for the people. These two types of nobles clash in many situations. This is simple human nature: there will always be conflict. Whether it be war, or a simple debate. Yes it takes time to come to agreement, but it is expected. This is where those with influence and charisma come into play: they have a way of speaking to others. Whether to inspire a good decision or bad, these are those who truly turn the tides of debates and bring agreement." The man chuckled a bit at his own proclivity for ranting. "I apologize. I tend to speak more than asked when a topic interests me." Dalia laughed as well. “There is nothing wrong with speaking on an interesting subject, Sain.” She was content with their easy conversation of different ideals that their nations retained. “We are having a wonderful discussion.” "My travels have brought me to many lands, I've met many people of many social classes. There is much to learn in the world, not just from scholars or nobles. All people have a knowledge of something the other does not, and listening to these people you can gain insight to the minds of those people." Her smile grew at his declaration. “As I am learning now.” She paused, considering his almost scholarly rant on the subject of a governmental system that was quite foreign to her. “While the varying opinions can benefit the people of the country, there should still be someone to moderate the debate and determine when the time for talk has passed. Sometimes action is more valuable than words, don’t you think?” LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 427 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, COMPLETE. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

He smiled toward her, " My lady, if you had not introduced your self with title. I would have mistaken you for a scholar." Sain said so sincerely, he had guessed right. She was more than a pretty face, she had intellegence. Whether it was taught to her or not, if she had been taught more than most noble ladys are. She had potential to play the polotic game as best as any man.

As she laughed along with him, he couldnt help but think of what he thought back on the ship. Today so far had turned out to be more than he had expected, he met a lovely lady. Whom is having an intellegent conversation with him. Her next words gave him confidence, that he was noy boring her. " We are having a wonderful discussion." She added to her previouse reply, and he agreed the conversation was stimulating.

As she smiled he couldnt help but be captivated by it, she had a beautiful smile. "As I am learning now." He chuckled at the comment, " I am honored to have enlightened your day my lady." Maybe some day she will marry, birth children, and tell them of her discussion here today. Then maybe that idea will be planted in their minds, to spread like vines on a wall. Who knows what could come it, a better world or just a better noble.

"While the varying opinions can benefit the people of the country, there should still be someone to moderate the debate and determine when the time for talk has passed. Sometimes action is more valuable than words, don’t you think?” She was right right, to speak but to act will never lead to anything more than wasted time. " This is true, that is the reason for the Primeminister. He is to be the strong voice of reason, the man of influence and charisma. Although when there are times of indecision, the Primeminister has laws at his power to use. These laws premit him to over rule the senate, only when certain circumstances have been met. To abuse these laws can result in death, or simple termination of that particular persons term." He sometimes hated accompaning his father to the meetings of senate, they could discuss for days. How the Primeminister could listen to such discussion days at a time, he could not imagine.

[Dalia Maulesel]

“My lady, if you had not introduced yourself with title, I would have mistaken you for a scholar.”

She smiled at that, and nodded her head in thanks. “I enjoy reading and writing, fiction mostly; it is easy to learn much about different people and the way they think without travel. That understanding I then use in my own attempts at writing.” Dalia found herself easily lost in this conversation; he was respecting her and her comments and, in turn, she returned the favor. Had he been cold or distant or rude, the conversation likely would have taken a very different route.

“I am honored to have enlightened your day, my lady,” he replied with a chuckle. Sain went on to explain the role of the Prime Minister and she listened intently, wanting to continue to give him intellectually challenging responses.

“It seems like such a high price—sitting at those dull meetings and the threat of death should you do something wrong—to choose the title of Prime Minister for only a few years.” It was such an incomprehensible subject to her; she grew up with only one absolute ruler and the term being a lifetime. The only king she had ever known, King de Valore, had been a fair ruler from all that she had seen. The tension came with the Crown Prince and the younger; it was nearly enough to ignite a civil war should the heir refuse to change his ways.

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[Sain Martel]

She smiled with an added nod in thanks, " I enjoy reading and writing, fiction mostly; it is easy to learn much about different people and the way they think without travel. That understanding I then use in my own attempts at writing.” So that is why she had the book and ink. " That is an effective way of learning, it helps keep the mind off stressful thoughts." It was true, there had been plenty of times when he disappeared. In the woods, or hiding in an empty room of the estate just reading. He was sure this is what Dalia had in mind, before there meeting.

" Ii seems like such a high price—sitting at those dull meetings and the threat of death should you do something wrong—to choose the title of Prime Minister for only a few years.” Yes it could be seen that way, and he to could see how it would seem harsh. " Everyone has their reasons for wanting to take such a leadership position. Some have done it out of love for the people, others for power, some wanted change in government. Each person has their own truths, as to why they wish to become Priminister. It isn't as if every mistake is met with harsh consequences, just the most foul. If we are to let nobles and government officials get above the law, we would not be true to our countries way of life. No one is above the law, any person of low class can raise him self and vice versa." With a bit of a grin he looked to the sky, he missed his homeland, his friends, his.entire life.

Sain was here now, his life was no longer how it once used to be. Nor did he think it would ever go back to normal, at this moment he was sure his country was in all out civil war. He let his thoughts of home rush to the back of his mind, he looked over to Dalia. " You said you wrote, I would like to read something of yours my lady." Sain was interested in what she had written, what kind of a story was iy. Would the plot intrigue him, or would it be dull. Was she a natural writer, or just a lady trying to keep her self occupied. Sain had just realized how deep into the conversation they had gone. " My lady Dalia, it seems we have lost our selves in conversation, and have forgotten our previouse objective." He said so with a simle and a bit of a chuckle, her company was a delight. He never knew such a noble lady like her self, would exsist in a country that is governed like this.

OOC: its ok

[Dalia Maulesel]

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“That is an effective way of learning. It helps keep the mind off stressful thoughts.” Dal nodded in agreement. Reading was an escape—and so was writing—because the world could be so vastly different from reality. Reading was almost as distracting as plays that she had been to. In any case, she could objectively read, watch, or create someone else’s problems. A secluded corner, a shaded spot beneath a tree—it all led to a wonderful break from the harsh reality. "Everyone has their reasons for wanting to take such a leadership position. Some have done it out of love for the people, others for power, some wanted change in government. Each person has their own truths, as to why they wish to become Prime Minister. It isn't as if every mistake is met with harsh consequences, just the most foul. If we are to let nobles and government officials get above the law, we would not be true to our countries way of life. No one is above the law, any person of low class can raise himself and vice versa." She smiled and shook her head. “I will gladly leave men to their politics any day. The intricacies of laws and the dull meetings are best left to them.” It was by no means a dismissal of the topic, merely a statement of her opinion on the government and politics. She had no desire to involve herself with the cutthroat intrigue that occurred as nobles reached higher and higher, stepping on anyone and everyone to achieve their goal. She had lived in court long enough as the youngest princess’s lady in waiting to see enough. “You said you wrote; I would like to read something of yours, my lady,” he said, shifting the topic and pulling her from her thoughts. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything that is ready to be seen. My days are usually consumed with the care of Princess Adelaide.” “My lady Dalia, it seems we have lost ourselves in conversation and have forgotten our previous objective.” She joined him in chuckling at that; it seems she had strayed into the deep conversation that they had been having of government and politics. “It seems we have, sir,” she replied with a smile. “Fortunately we have not missed the inn by much.” She led him down another street and, after a few more twists and turns, stopped in front of one of the few buildings in the city that had a wide alley beside it which served as a corridor for equines and carriages to arrive at the inn’s stables. “Here it is.” Dalia paused. “How long do you plan to stay in the city? You should visit the theater before you decide to move on.” LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR SAIN. IT HAS 461 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. BY THE WAY, COMPLETE. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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[Sain Martel]

“I will gladly leave men to their politics any day. The intricacies of laws and the dull meetings are best left to them.” She had a point, why go through the hastle of polotics? " I suppose it is all a matter of opinion, if the polotics do not directly effect you. Why bother with them." He simply said, it was true many did not pay mind to polotics back home.

He was disappointed to hear she did not have any ready works, but her reason was sound. He was sure her time was mostly devoted to the princess, and he was also sure the princess kept her busy. " If you should ever find yourself in need of honest opinion of your writings, you know what inn I can be found at. I would hope my stay here will be long enough, so I may read something of yours." He said this un all honesty, he was fasinated with her opinions. Dalia had brought light back into his life, although it was only his first day here. She had gave him hope for his future, he just might stick around longer than he intended.

Dalia gave a laugh at his realization, and informed him they had actually not gone to far off track. Following her for a short distance they had arrived at a.fairly good looking in. It seemed to be of adequate standards, not to runned down yet somewhat mid class. He was sure it was occupied by fairly rich merchants, and lower house nobles. " Ostia Thanks you my lady Dalia, your kindness and company is a blessing." She mentionted a theater, it had been some time since he'd been. It would be good for the mind and body to relax a bit, " I need to replenish my purse, I have come a long way. Travel is not cheap, I beleive I will be here for a month or more. I would love to explore the city, meet the people and enjoy the scenary of the city by the sea. I would enjoy the theater, I know Im not much to look at. But I do clean up nicely my lady, would you care to accompany me? If you find time to escape away, I would enjoy another exchange of scholary ideals." He did joke, but at the sametime he spoke truth. He would like to see her again, for her to show him the city and to have more discussion like todays.

OOC: sorry it took so long. maybs we could expand these two into a friendship.