Sajedene nodded slowly at Gando's words. There was no way the envoy would be there to transport her to Reltica to her father. It just seemed like a strange, unlikely plan in the first place. But she didn't doubt the fact that her father was worried about her, especially since no body had been found and she had done nothing to contact him. He knew that somehow she had to be alive, and if he was the father she had known her entire life, he would do anything in his power to get her back to safety. While that sounded like a pleasant idea, Sajedene was still confident that she needed to stay in the Empire and do whatever she could to stop the war while she was inside the lion's den.<br/><br/>"Wouldn't it be foolish for them to turn against an Empire now much larger and powerful than they, considering it's just an envoy and not an entire army sent at us?" Sajedene inquired. "It just seems to me like a desperate move rather than something hostile. If it was hostile, they would be walking to their death, undoubtedly."<br/><br/>They arrived into the village and she was greeted by a somewhat familiar atmosphere. This is what her village had been like, although a bit smaller. Sajedene perused the vendors and their goods with curiosity and as she turned back to Gando, she was pleasantly surprised to see him offer a sweet roll to her. She thanked him and bit into it greedily. Just as she was finishing her treat and moving over to a vendor who was selling birds, a group of kids ran over to them and surrounded Gando. From what she could tell, he knew these kids and visited the village somewhat often. They probably looked up to him one way or another.<br/><br/>Something interesting ensued in the conversation Gando had with the kids. He was somehow able to tell that the mother of one of the children was ill even before anyone had told him anything about it. Sajedene was impressed, but the best was yet to come, she reckoned. The children greeted her, smiling and she gave them a lovely smile and a wave before following them and Gando to a narrower alleyway. It occurred to her that these children looked poor. Were they orphans? Such a thing was possible, even though the idea of it made her incredibly sad. She loved her father despite their arguments and differences, and couldn't picture a life without him. The task at hand kept them separated, but as long as he was alive and well, she could breathe easily.<br/><br/>Not the same could be said of the young woman they came across on the side of the narrow street. She looked and sounded extremely ill while lying on a dirty carpet, probably having no energy to push herself up on her feet. Sajedene observed Gando carefully as he knelt down and took her hand. Was he going to cure her? Her eyes widened slightly as he cupped the woman's cheeks and began speaking words in a strange language she had never heard before. The air around her changed and there was no doubt that something magical was taking place between Gando and his patient. Several moments later the fiery energy suddenly died down and the woman seemed completely healthy again. Sajedene was completely dumbfounded by Gando's magic, the possibilities of it seemingly endless.<br/><br/>She imagined what it would be like to know magic like Gando or Daishoga. How would it feel like? And the things she could do! But being a native of Vaandom, she was highly unlikely to have such powers in herself. Her court had never had a magician and if magic was spotted in someone, that person was isolated deep in the forest and left to his death. Magic was unknown and frightening, associated strongly with evil. What would her father think? Thankfully that would never be a concern for her.<br/><br/>Sajedene snapped out of her thoughts as Gando was preparing to leave the scene, telling the kids to stay put and that he would check on the woman tomorrow. She hurried back to his side and looked over to him, her eyes still wide from wonder. "You cured that woman! She could have died and you saved her life! Do you realize how much you've done?" It didn't occur to her that he had lived 400 years and therefore most likely done this a couple of times already. The novelty of it quickly died down. She blinked her eyes, trying to focus on his words. "I'm happy to have been the witness of something like that. It gives me hope that these lands aren't entirely covered by blood shed through hatred, fear and vengeance."<br/><br/>She considered his question for a moment. "I want to buy a gift to the Emperor. Has he ever received gifts?" Before even waiting for his answer, she skipped over to the vendor who was selling beautiful birds. "I think at times like these it would do him some good to get his mind elsewhere. A gift seems like the perfect solution."