As someone very fond of History, Araminia was more than willing to listen, though the information being given was quite contrary to everything she knew. But the further back in history you went, it was always the case that accounts would vary. This being something she saw as further confirmed by the fact that Ralasizon wasn’t even born yet. It was not a first hand account, and even then she wasn’t sure she would trust the accuracy for something with which he would have been personally involved. Everyone had their biases and agendas, and after a few centuries, she could imagine that a man such as him would have quite a few. She shifted slightly, her back aching despite her wounds being “healed”.<br/><br/>She was perfectly fine with being left as a decorative object at Ralasizon’s feet, at least to the extent where she was left to her own thoughts, but it seemed like he wasn't done humiliating her. After patiently replying to many of his students questions, he drew their attention back to the raven haired girl whom he’d planted by his feet earlier. Her eyes lifted, startled that he'd even addressed her, let alone asked her to speak. She quickly dropped her gaze again, attempting to hide her embarrassment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“As you wish, grandmaster….”</span>her voice was soft, hesitant and stained with embarrassment. She certainly wasn't about to give an hour long recanting of her own readings, back in Whitemarsh. She didn’t think she could, even if he had asked her to.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“I doubt it surprises anyone to learn that what is recorded in Whitemarsh is far different…”</span>she started, still staring at her hands but speaking in a level, respectful tone. It was something that had been trained into her so well that not even embarrassment or fear could break the conditioning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “As a child, and in the books that I was permitted to read later when i was… a little older, I was taught that the first Allfather subdued the Pact-born, who were tearing the country apart with their constant infighting. That he was powerful enough to stand against the keepers without being forced into a pact himself, and took it upon himself to protect his country, and by proxy the others, from the Negative influence of the Keepers. And that in more recent times, the role had changed in such a way that the current Allfathers have betrayed their true heritage, opening the nine kingdoms up to discord and strife.</span>” she stopped there, expecting silence, though one person did ask a question, she did not see who it was, too busy analyzing how much her hands were trembling.<br/><br/><i>“But why would the keeper of order be seen as one with such a negative influence, if he is literally the keeper of Order”</i><br/><br/>She took a deep breath, answering them without thinking of weather or not she’d even be permitted to.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> “We’re taught that the Keeper tries to enforce order at the cost of personal freedom.”</span>which, now that she said it, sounded a little silly, but it had made so much sense at the time.