<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: The Gauntlet...of DOOM!<br/>Tagging: Two Prudes and a Perv</strong><br/><br/>Nys tilted his head as she walked away to the table, her fine dress dragging through the debris.  Frowning at the sight, he uttered a quiet cantrip to remove the grime from her dress - and keep it away during this expedition - while she had her back turned.<br/><br/>He considered her words for a moment, examining his own culpability seriously and objectively.  Although he clearly never lacked for confidence or ego, he made no claims at perfection and in every trade both parties had valid viewpoints.  The best deals were struck when one understood them both, a lesson his father kept trying to hammer into him.  The girl was clever, talented, and their previous exchange had been quite fun.  The trade was worth pursuing, even if it required further investment.  If he didn't understand her sudden turn to vindictiveness, that was his own failure.<br/><br/>So, with a deep sigh, he spoke to her calmly.<strong>"I apologize for any insult to your family.  But you have come to another culture and you must adapt, little human, not strike out at everything different.  I gave you direction to assist you.  If this upsets you, I console myself that is a lesser sin than leaving you to struggle without guidance.  As to your chastity - which I consider quite different from purity - I have only commented in regards to your attempts at aggression.  Nor does it seem personal when you make so explicit an issue of our lack.  In any case, Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan,"</strong>having only heard the name once, he still didn't pronounce it perfectly,<strong>"I shall forgive you and continue to be a friend.  It is not, I hope, a gift you will so lightly throw away again."</strong><br/><br/>Stepping away from the seriousness of the moment, he began to pace lightly around the room.  He kept to sections of the floor that were clear and visible as he looked for doorways.  Air whistled through his nose when he inhaled deeply, finding the moist, metallic scent of the fog not unpleasant.<strong>"What's that about corpses?  No need for spells to get up, I think - plenty of book cases to stack if we wish to climb.  And this place is hardly hellish - I have many fine memories of that den.  This fog is a bit of a bother, though."  </strong><br/>