<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/benzer12.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/DesertNomadSS2010VogueChina13.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><div align="center">*                               *                               *</div><hr/><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Nadir Ze'rah<br/>  <strong>Role:</strong> Nydewian Emissary/Ambassador<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Throne Room Window<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Erin, </strong><em>Amelia, Kiara, Mattias, Orianthi</em> (<strong>Direct</strong>,<em> Indirect</em>)</span></span></div><hr/><div align="center">*                               *                               *</div><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">    On most occasions, falling prey to surprise rarely happens to someone of his awareness and preparation; though Nadir couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat as Kiara came hastily through the back door of the throne room he had been standing in only several moments before. Your average Theirian man would quite enjoy feeling the brush of the hurrying princess as she scurried past - a rare sensation that a man <em>outside</em> of the kingdom would normally consider an exotic treat. Nadir's eyes followed Kiara as she crossed the short distance to the throne and Amelia's side, perhaps imagining the missed opportunity - at least it appeared.<br/><br/>     In all actuality Nadir was quite relieved and fortunate that he had cleared the frame before Kiara bustled in. That young lady even made Erin feel comfortably predictable as far as the Nydewian was concerned. He had heard rumors of her gift of foresight and visions and frequently went out of his own way to avoid contact with her - for many reasons. The calculating nomad had so many stories he didn't want told - as his origins were not the most upstanding for a man that frequented royal courts. His position as an Emissary of Nydewia was an insulting alternative to the life that he was never afforded the opportunity. His office was a substitute to something greater that could have been, and the luxuries of his standing provided little comfort. He did take full advantage of those luxuries however.<br/><br/>     One such luxury was taking a good long stare at the beautiful young princess and her shapely legs as she raised her dress to put on her shoes - or put them <em>back</em> on, for that matter. The slight pink creases on her delicate skin of where the shoes had previously been fastened and rubbed on her just enough to leave a mark. His sharp mind then connected the dots. The haste with which she had approached the throne - likely just slowed down for appearance as she had clearly been moving at a pace her footwear couldn't handle. Those slight details he pieced together with the rumors of her foresight and the curiously suspicious movements she used to successfully cover whispered words. Nadir was quick to assume that already bad news was brewing, and the Aserit family had yet to even set foot inside the castle!<br/><br/>     Nadir's crystal grey eyes narrowed. Had King Maxisus already allowed his wild children to threaten the possibility of realistic peace talks? He quietly shook his head in both amusement and disappointment. From the other side of the room he noticed Erin watching the Queen and Princess interact with no small amount of discontent, always the animated one. The young entertainer appeared to grow bored - or at least acted that way - and took leave with but a few departing words. He offered the red-head a customary bow of his head and an upraised palm - which was the Nydewian way of saying "<em>I understand.</em>" After watching Erin depart to the sound of bouncing bells he did not turn back to regard the Queen and her daughter.<br/><br/>     Instead he went straight to investigating his own suspicions, making for one of the windows that looked out over the castle gates. He could only make out the forms of a couple of figures, as the high stone walls blocked much of the action. He could glimpse the Royal Aserit Carriage standing still, it's door swinging open to let out one of the passengers. Nadir's heart raced. Even at such a distance, the fine dress and graceful movements were unmistakable. Princess Orianthi had made her appearance, and his mind raced with thoughts about the attractive woman. He could see a large crowd gathered around the area, but everyone was too far away for him to make out what was taking place. Orianthi then walked forward, disappearing behind the thick mortar walls that were obstructing most of his view.<br/><br/>     Nadir just sighed and turned his gaze elsewhere, he didn't doubt that he would be able to ascertain the details of the Aserit approach later that evening. He was quite adept at gathering information he desired, in whatever way possible - though he preferred civility. His colorless orbs turned then to the castle gardens in time to watch Erin bump into the young courier and notice the exchange between the two that - though awkward - didn't seem suspicious. That, however, did not dampen Nadir's curiosity about who the letter could be from. The ginger then made her way over to a man seated in the gardens reading a parchment. The Nydewian recognized the man by his attire and weaponry as Mattias Torm. <br/><br/>     Nadir narrowed his eyes quite sharply, wondering what business the Lady Fool might have with the man. Normally he would see no reason to concern himself with why an attractive woman might pursue Mattias, but she appeared to just be making idle conversation. She did so in quite the same manner that she usually did with Nadir, bubbly and friendly, but more interested than was normal. He understood that there was a depth to this woman that went beyond the face and facade she put on. He was most curious then, about exactly how far she intended to delve. For Nadir and Mattias were far deeper wells of person and information than she - or anyone, for that matter - were probably aware.<br/></div>