Lord Svarak smiled at her annoyance, listening patiently as she went on and on. She certainly didn't enjoy being the spotlight, he used to be that way, many years ago. His grin continued to grow, loving the edge in her voice. She clearly despised being controlled and manipulated. [color=aba000][i][b]"The Elders already agreed that the first Moon Fey to reach the Capital would be made ambassador. Though that was a few centuries ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. And there might be new Elders now, but the word of the former ones still holds."[/b][/i][/color] He let that sink in, for he knew it would be quite surprising for anyone that knew the basics of his race. The oldest of his race lived to be about a century, and yet here he was telling her that he was alive before the Death of Magic. And he wasn't old and decrepit, but as young and strong as any of his race could be.

[color=f6989d][i][b]"And yes, it has been quite a while since your kind has been south, just over three hundred years."[/b][/i][/color] Again, he didn't bother to explain further, enjoying this verbal cat and mouse that only he seemed to be playing. He heard the critter stir within her satchel, and smiled, getting up from his seat and moving around the desk, closing the proximity between the pair. He didn't ask permission, before deftly reaching into her satchel and scooping out the little critter, holding it with both hands gently, in such a fashion to keep the heads out of reach of his fingers, while also not hurting him. [color=aba000][i][b]"It's growing quite quickly. Does it have a name?"[/b][/i][/color] 

He continued to hold and pet at it, seemingly uncaring that it was incredibly dangerous, [color=aba000][i][b]"I must ask again, since I know for a fact that you do have the authority to accept the position, even if you don't know this. Do you wish to be the Envoy for Frigmount? I know the dangers and responsibilities that come with such a duty, as I am the previous Envoy from Ebonfort. Back when I was barely out of my squiring. And one of our lesser known laws, really more of a guideline, but followed as if it were a law, states that all official Envoy Expeditions are under the strict leadership of the Envoy. Technically even I'd have to listen to you."[/b][/i][/color]

He looked up from the critter after just barely escaping one of his fingers from the firefang. There was just a moment of pain in his eyes, [color=aba000][i][b]"Yes, I am well aware of the Frostfell. However, I'm sure the mountains have changed quite a bit since I was last through them."[/b][/i][/color] He smiled, though a bit half-heartedly this time, knowing that every Moon Fey was drawn to his sword, and none ever knew why. She'd learn soon enough, if she accepted the role of Envoy. At least she accepted the mission regardless. 

[color=aba000][i][b]"What do you say, Rilana Aurorime'? And no matter what you answer, we'll outfit you with supplies and you'll have authority to lead the expedition."[/b][/i][/color] He handed the little critter back to her, studying her response, waiting to see if she'd bombard him with a myriad of questions.