Now knowing that he wasn’t actually one of the four, Chrystella felt relief, but only a little, for he was still a contracted. Chosen by one of the four meant that he deserved the same respect, though she could relax a bit more and reduce her nervousness. She wasn’t usually nervous, but the events of the day had affected her deeply. She was jumping at her own shadow.
Introducing himself came with such eloquence, such perfection, that Chrystella felt she didn’t deserve to be a recipient of it. Dragniast Pelferdren Sorhearth, that was his name, but could she just call him Dragniast? She felt rude just thinking about asking.
Next he told her why he sought access through the barrier and she realised that the ‘darkness’ she had encountered consuming her cousin, was a lot bigger, a lot more bad than she had first thought if even the four now knew about it.
“Yes, of course your request shall be granted. All three in fact, for I can give you an Entry Rune, refuge and the information I assume you are seeking.” Her normal, introspective and aloof personality returned, but it slightly retracted upon learning that he had pondered demolishing the barrier. That would have been bad, very bad. However she overlooked the transgression once he paid her appearance a compliment. A compliment. When was the last time she actually received one? Shaking the thoughts from her mind she focused on the task at hand.
“Might I be so bold as to inscribe an Entry Rune upon your person?” She asked delicately, his immaculately well-mannered behaviour becoming contagious, but that could have just being the whole ‘treat respect with respect’ thing she had grown up believing.