<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"That's a pretty name, it's Catahanian isn't it?"</span>She asked, being quite familiar with the geography of the empire and many of its family names.  She had no idea of the particulars of the translator's pedigree, even less that she might feel she had something to hide in her family history.  Lia was however fairly good at reading people and could tell the red head, though friendly, wasn't entirely comfortable with conversation.  At least she made some effort to keep the conversation going.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Well I'm not really a cartographer, apparently you need a penis for that, but I've been making maps for about 10 years now."</span>She said, wanting to keep the conversation going but not pry to personally, she asked about Sabina's profession, not realizing how it might be intertwined with her stress.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"So how many languages do you know?  I've journeyed to many cultures but never stayed long enough to really learn more than a few phrases."</span>Her language skills were typical of many imperials, feeling if she spoke slow and loud enough everyone should be able to understand her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"It isn't just art though, map making that is, you have to know where you are to make a decent map, so I have to take positions from time to time.  Even this trail, I'm sure men like our fearless leader up there think there is no need for a map, just follow the trail.  But empires aren't built that way, exploring is one thing, controlling takes planning and planning takes maps." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(239, 239, 239)">Her pride in both the empire and her place in it was apparent as she spoke, though perhaps a hint of dissatisfaction on the way women could be treated. </span>