Zakroti paused as he examined the Drakken lady before him, returning a short bow towards her and smiling up towards her (because, somewhat to his humiliation, he was indeed the shorter of the pair.)

Lady Siadamkiru Beneni. She had risen to prominence as a slaver just like he has; it seemed to be the preferred accomplishment of the underdog. She had almost certainly offed several of her brothers to get this position she had. Yes, perhaps she could help him

"Of course you may." He said with a smile as he stepped to the side, raising his hand to motion for the group following him to stay where they were so they were just out of earshot of they spoke quietly; He lowered his voice and spoke again "What is it you desire from me, my Lady Beneni? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before."

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Vain sighed quietly as he watched the girl from the chair he had seated himself in, reaching up and removing his helmet from his face and placing it on the table beside him. 

"Stop crying. It won't solve anything." He said absent mindedly, noting the damage she was causing to herself with the jagged flute edge and rolling his eyes "Put that down."

When he looked up again, the girl was still crying and had hit her head off the wall in frustration. Well, there was one way to end this.

He stood up and approached her, seizing her and yanking her away from the wall. He snatched the flute pieces from her hand and cast them into the table before him. Then he shoved her towards the bed "Sit on the end of that and calm down. You lost an instrument and saw someone die so you break down? How old are you? Twelve? What did you expect when you were shipped off from your home? You are the bride of a Lord now, little one; Now act like one." Vain counselled, standing over her and keeping his stare locked onto her "You won't fix anything by crying."