Oh, he was the one who 'guarded' what was left of the city that was now a Shadowland? Lovely. Useless bugger.<br/><br/>Kisara bit into a juicy slice of glazed eel and chewed thoughtfully. "Which city do you mean, my lord?" She sipped the wine and found it to be light and just sweet enough, the essence of the sea flowing through it. "You said you guard Hacre, and what was left of the other of the Sapphire Sisters. Both would fit that bill, based on my conversations with other immortal beings."<br/><br/>She leaned back in her chair, the Dynast at ease, still casually dangerous, the glass of wine dangling from one hand idly. "I did not come to Hacre with the intent of making a home. It was luck and circumstance that allowed the ship I booked passage on to come close enough to rescue the Lady Kersinta, your chosen bride," she'd keep hammering that into him, hoping he'd at least make the offer to the woman. Maybe it was better if he didn't, though. "To save the rest of her people, which was only the right thing to do, I traveled further into what I presume was the other city you spoke of."<br/><br/>Another languid sip of wine, a small curve of her lips. "After saving her life and the lives of her people, my compatriots and I thought it meet to come with her to meet you, so we stayed in Hacre until the ceremony, and then were kindly welcomed into your august presence. That is all."<br/><br/>Kisara's smile became a little sharper. "We had not discussed our plans after today, though I for one would be eager to hear any suggestions or proposals you might offer, my Lord." We'd see what the King Fish had to say for himself here. And she hadn't revealed too much there, she didn't think. Of course, he was likely sharper than he looked.