Daishoga didn't have time to entertain her words as they had gone through his head even as he said what he said. She was correct of course in that she hadn't placed herself in this position. It was his own doing. It was her reaction to his wife comment that had caught his attention. Or lack thereof would be more apt. Perhaps it had been a foolish comment. But he had known it even as he said it. He had met her only yesterday. To claim they could have been married had circumstances differed was a highly ludicrous thing to say. Especially since she was just a peasant. It would have never worked out for the Cour of Nobles. Not that they had any power, but it was better to appease them. It made things a lot simpler.<br/><br/>But he didn't have time to dwell on a matter like this. The envoy was going to be arriving shortly. The castle was still being prepared. Food was being made. He made his way to the kitchens where slaves were bustling to and for as they hurried to prepare a meal. They all looked tired and his appeareance only caused them all to tense up slightly.<br/><br/>"Relax," Daishoga said. "I'm only making sure things are going smoothly." It seemed like everything was going well enough so he left them alone. He walked out of the kitchens and then went to his throne room. Normally Gando would have received any enovys, but this was a wartime envoy. This meant that Daishoga had to meet with them. And Gando was doing his own thing at the present. Daishoga wondered how he and Sage would get along. Like Daishoga, he was certainly cut from a different mold. The thing was, Gando had been alive for a very long time. He had served Daishoga's family for at least four generations, but you couldn't tell by looking at him. He was an incredibly powerful magician and Daishoga was not keen on the idea of potentially having to fight him. That's why it was such a good thing that he was loyal to the Naratzuki family. He had his eccentricities, but they were dealwithable.<br/><br/>He heard a commotion outside and realized the envoy must have arrived. It would be highly improper to meet the envoy at the gates so he made his way to the meeting hall and took a seet in the elegant table at the head of the table. If he was correct in his assumptions, it was going to be a long day.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Gando opened the door a crack. He saw who it was and threw it open. There was a wide smile on his face as he looked at her. "Welcome!" The man looked as if he was only twenty years old. He looked very youthful as he had shaved his shaggy beard off at some point in between her arrival and the moment she had walked up to his door. "Do come in." He grasped her hands and pulled her in quickly. He poked his head out of the door and looked left and right as if suspicious someone might be there watching. After satisfying his curiosity, he shut the door.<br/><br/>Gando turned to face her and smiled brightly at her.<br/><br/>"Did you know I know your grandmother? You look so much like her it's uncanny," Gando spoke in such a familiar way you'd have thought he'd known her all his life. "I didn't want to say anything because this castle is full of ninnies and arseholes. Please, come with me." He grasped her hands and pulled her over to a chair next to a little wooden table.<br/><br/>His room was, like his appearance, modest. It was the same size as Daishoga's, but it was mostly barren. A simple bed sat in the corner of the room. There was a bookshelf burdened with many thick and dusty volumes. There was a door leading towards a bathing chamber like in Daishoga's room. The one difference was there seemed to be a makeshift kitchen in his room. He bustled over to it where apparently there was tea preparing. He poured them both a serving in a teacup and then carried them both over to the table and seated himself.<br/><br/>"I do hope you like green tea," Gando said, serenely. "It's all I have." He set down a teacup in front of her and then took a hearty sip from what appeared to be a scalding cup of tea. "Definitely hits the spot, that." He smacked his lips and set the cup down. His eyes had scarcely left her as he went about his business, but now he studied her. "Such grace and elegance. Yes, your grandmother had that air to her. It was so natural. She was a truly good woman. I was happy to have met her on my travels. It's...shameful that the war has done so much damage to your country. It's a nice place."