[centre][b]Intermission; Naream and Draza[/b][/centre]
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Draza rode upon her cart with assorted baked goods from that morning down through the wide walls and streets in and around the Renaltan castle proper. She had already been through the servants' quarters and deposited most of her goods into the hands of the staff an crew of the castle, but still had to reach the further homes of those who didn't live within the safe walls of the keep itself who still had a hand in her efforts the day prior. The cart was drawn by a mule, and she kept it at a steady pace so she wouldn't knock over any of the goods in her possession as she moved through crowds of busy bodies and politicians while she made her rounds.

Naream was reading and expanding his tome of magic, the new additions on the crafting of golems would enhance his powers greatly, smiling he traced over the new lines of text. Yes the prospect of golems made out of bones, flesh and even other materials was something to look forward to. He rounded a corner and immediately let out a grunt as a mule of all things stood in his way, stumbling backwards and falling on his arse. "By the buttocks of the spider bitch who lets an ass wander without supervision!"

The mule reared a bit and Draza had to hustle to make sure nothing fell or got messed up from it. After she was good she popped up out of the back of the cart, "It's supervised! Mostly, sorta, kinda. What ho, hark friend I'm sorry that my steed knocked you such. We're just moving along in an effort to distribute some cookies, cakes, snacks and sweets as thank you presents to... well, the servants and some staff." She popped back to the cart's inside and rummaged for a pouch and popped up with it, "I have excess and an empty pouch, would you like some as a token of my apology?"

He blinked and stared, narrowing his eyes, "Since when did human children become so sma...." He trailed off, blinking again. "Hang on, you are the one who tempted that child with sweets are you not." He grumbled, "Apparently you are the reason we all survived that strange chess game. I suppose I can oversee this rude behaviour of your... steed." He looked at the ass... who was staring back and chewing on something.

Draza curtsied, "Draza Zorya, sprite, not human child. And yes, these are sweets of the same calibre that saved our collective breath... although it was not all me by any extent. Maeven did disarm the bomb afterwards. You did handle the monstrous illusions so I even could tempt Meryl, and more. It was a team effort, even if we were a bit scatterbrained," she leaned forward to pat the mule, "So I owe you my thanks more than you owe me anything. If the sweets are not enough of an apology, I can also make toys but I don't think those would be to your liking."

When she mentioned toys he for some reason got a image of a gigantic monkey golem with a pair of cymbals also of gigantic size squashing his enemies between them. He shook his head to clear it of that rather disturbing image and wondered if he had gotten enough sleep lately. "I am not much of a sweet tooth, or fond of playing toys, or at least not the kind of toys you would be able to provide." He smiles but there was nothing amusing about it. "So a sprite... your kind seem to be rare, down below the surface but also above, I almost thought you and your kind are the stuff of myths and folktales."

"Not a whole lot of us, no. We tend to congregate in smaller communities where we don't draw much attention," Draza said, "We're a bit like really really really tiny elves, but without the pomp."

And useless to most, he was looking her over, she would not even make a good undead... then again... such a small creature, perhaps perfect for a type of undead that would serve as a spy. He did not say this out loud however and merely nodded slowly, "I understand, what made you come out then however to become a queens blade?"

"Well, I was always more... out and about than my people normally are. I joined the Templar and helped with their uh... business," she said, not using more apt terms, "For a while... then I worked as a diplomatic sort with the Papacy, but then they went pure bad... then I worked with the Rheinfeld Republic and some guys up there in the war, and my legalese and diplomancy are why I've got a spot here. I'm usually good at making friends, if not at least allies." She leaned back and relaxed, "I'm not going to be the same type of blade as most, I can't beat someone up, but I can convince others to do it if need be.

He raised a brow, "I admit... I find it, difficult to believe one such as yourself is a accomplished diplomat... do some, if not most people, not take you serious because of what you are?"

Draza simply grins mischievously, "They may not, but they quickly learn that I write in a very different tone than I talk. Plus, I'm so tiny, fine print and clever wording is my forte when it comes to such agreements. If I was a meanie, I could have been quite the merchant advocate. But as is, I use my legalese for good, and help mediate others who are more hot tempered than I."

"I see." He smirks, "With that kind of thinking you might actually survive if you ever reach a enclave of the Drow." Assuming she would survive the trek through the Underdark.

"All I'd actually need is some sort of body guard to protect me from mindless threats, and I should be safe. Not sure if any of the Blades would be exactly interested in that," she muses, "But alas, I don't know if I could ask someone to risk themselves for me unless I can properly pay them back for their efforts."

Naream blinked and mused, "Hmm... how grateful would you be... if I were to... construct... a bodyguard for you, my expertise of magic... allows me to build loyal servants, guardians."

Draza echoed the blinking, "Erm," she didn't exactly know... or trust this person before her all that well. Likely, they'd want a favour, something at a high price, and their knowing her slightly cheating ways with parchment would make it hard for her to get an even deal if he say, refused that. Maybe, later... if they were to become actual friends instead of travelling companions. But now... "No thank you, I appreciate the offer though!"

Naream nods, "Understandable but I have some... ideas now thanks to this conversation, if you are interested, by all means seek me out and we can discuss it further, if you'd like of course."

"Maybe in the future, but for now I have to get going before these get too cold! It was a pleasure, er, running into to you," Draza giggled before the two went on their own ways again.