( Cool! I like this culture, well done. )<br/><br/>The Prince's eyes traveled over to the Kynder woman, and he smiled, "I suppose so." He glanced at the rest of the leaders, "Though my opinions are my own pertaining to this delegation, she is at least making an effort, no?"<br/>He frowned, puzzled as he examined Jala, then he snapped his fingers, "Kynder, yes? I quite enjoyed my time there, the society is so...refreshing." He put his hands behind his head, musing over memory. "I couldn't stay long but Kynder was so...up front and violent. It took a great deal of control to remain inconspicuous." He chuckled again and blew out a couple smoke rings.<br/>The leaders were starting to retreat from his position, the smell of the smoke was bitter, some herbal concoction that made them uneasy.<br/>Nash, however, was, at his own pace, holding a conversation. "Now that I'm awake, what do you want to talk about?" He scanned the room, almost challenging the leaders to speak, "Eh? No one has any debating to do? Good. I myself don't feel there<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>anything worth debating."<br/>The leaders were starting to realize he wasn't merely affected by sleep, he trully was spacey, with an ever shifting, wide-eyed look and an inability to keep his hands still. When he wasn't tracing his scars, he was running hands through his hair, and tapping his heavy boots against the floor. His voice did not match his actions, while he spoke seriously he couldn't seem to keep his attention on the one he was speaking to.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Is he all right in the head?</span>Someone whispered, far in the back. Nash simply snickered and blew more rings. He had nothing but time.