Maleki sat and stared as she made her case. He claim to have known him long ago was unfounded until she gave him her name. Aleksandra did ring a bell in his head and, as she continued to talk, she slowly began to remind him of the little girl who had sunk away from some gathering he can barely remember when they were kids. Unconsciously, a scoff left his mouth once everything began to make sense through her story. Her father had did nothing to help Maleki's father when one of Alek's uncles -apparently quite a few times removed- was upset that a retired 'common' general was leading this section of the kingdom better than he was. He remembered his father's rage when the letter came back that said that the king would refuse to give aid. Come to think of it, his dad probably saved that until the end. Once their land was disconnected from the kingdom and the uncle's head decorated a pike along with some other nobles' after their private armies turned on them, Maleki's father refused to swallow his pride, even when organized raids simply grew worse on all sides. It was Rollo's fault that this former land fell from grace, at least as far as any Todori was concerned.<br/><br/>With Alek's story finally done and her fresh wounds open to Maleki, Maleki's own old and festering wounds reared their ugly head. Without saying anything, Maleki stood up from his seat quickly and tilted back his mug, draining the mostly full tankard down to nothing. Finished with this abrupt gesture, Maleki half threw half set the tankard down and stared at Aleksandra. Maleki's words soon followed, coming out cold and hollow out of his throat.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"While you have my condolences for your sisters, your father and what is left of his country can rot in Ruzidan's Pits," </span>Maleki said, before turning away from her. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">Call upon your family. Your father favored them over the competent, surely you do as well." </span>And with that, Maleki left, striding out of the door and beginning to make his way through the town. He did not care if the princess followed him or not, as far as he was concerned, she was dealt with.<br/><br/>But it was not quite that simple. She had stirred plenty up in him, both good and bad. He was certainly motivated today, but he was more than a little distracted with every curse he could possibly think of, funneling all of them towards 'Lord' Rollo. He did not even notice the elderly woman until he was running into her. Naturally, a young man barreling into an old lady would result in the man tripped and the lady bowled over. Maleki cursed immediately and stood up, brushing himself off half heartedly and looking at the old lady.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">"I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't looking where I was going," </span>Maleki said as best he could in a neutral tone. His brush off ensured that the woman didn't just empty his pockets, so he may as well help her to her feet. His hand stretched down towards Stroka without even knowing she was travelling with the woman who brought up so much unneeded and blinding rage back into Maleki's life.