<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>Jord gave a relieved sigh at the captain's words.  It felt like the tension melted right out of him--and at least some of the room.  He caught Jia's hand and gave it a squeeze, then turned to give her a smile.  "I'm eager to get started," he offered.  The faela did pause, releasing Jia's hand, long enough to grab a croissant and tear it in tow, offering half the delicate bun to Jia to nibble on as they went, hurrying to be done by the time they reached the king, but still deftly avoiding getting crumbs on his fine silk tunic.<br/><br/>As they continued, he took Jia's hand again and held it as long as she allowed.  He glanced up at Rumahs, still not sure if he was looking at a beautiful boy in fine clothes or a particularly flat chested girl, but offered xim a smile.  "I for one am glad to know we'll have such skills among us.  Rumahs, right?  Call me Jord.  When we triumph, perhaps I'll make you a new robe for the victory party."