Sara lifted her face, and found mirth even now at Rose's way of putting the contrast with the tapestry. Genuine thanked crossed her face, which she put to Rose's shoulder and quite literally wept upon for a moment. The she sniffled, and rose her face, blue eyes glassy as she brushed back a blonde tress to speak.<br/><br/>"As you'll have gathered and would be entitled to know both because it might somehow bear on this matter and, well, because I count you know true friends, I am late of the royal house of Cormyr,"<br/><br/>Haledan laughed politely. "Come now, that's<em>modest</em>...you're a princess, and look and act it every inch!'<br/><br/>Sara smiled despite her weeping-pinkened face, and cast the priest a playfully 'shushing' glance. She looked back to Rose, "I reside now in Tymora's realm because of...political delicacies and concerns and safety and the like."<br/><br/>Sarda snorted, though not at her. He grumbled to Aria and Rose, "The usual none-too-intrigues - accusations of other true parents on one side or the other, suspicion of plots to kidnap for ransom or political bartering. Sordid stuff which seems to litter every third page of any give history text. And besides, 'tis good for a girl to see the world; or should I say, the worlds."<br/><br/>Aria was nodding along, her brief job as a bodyguard making a bit more sense.<br/><br/>Sara sighed, "Perhaps I was unwise ever to go about so publicly, as at the arena events today...'tis so easy to be complacent in a plane which is, in a very tangible sense, goodly. In Cormyr, Garland was never party to any slight or plot against me-"<br/><br/>Haledan scowled, "That we know. He seems quite content today to let other rogues dirty and bloody their hands."<br/><br/>Sara twisted her mouth, undecidedly. "He did garner a reputation for war-planning with layers of contingencies. Not the very strongest, and not by far the bravest - that is, not the most reckless, I would have said. Yet he had a way, unlike many of the hot-helms, for flattering the various strengths of the other men with words, and so coaxing them into formations and stratagems which used the best attributes of each men and covered for the worst, without them often quite realizing this or that was his idea. He told he once, that he had found, especially in the masculine ego, to get a man to believe something, one might lead him to think it is himself he is believing in."<br/><br/>"And my! He was athletic, so. How he could ride! He was once the finest knight in the kingdom, or so I thought, and was far from the only girl who did. Mine was not the first scarf ever he wore, though it was the last. He once led out a cavalry company - none returned, and much later all bodies were found save us. A few rumors floated through Suzail that he'd been taken off by some great-uncle who'd been a Purple Dragon Knight some generations before, yet I knew that relative was long dead; other rumors still that he was a prisoner of war by Sembia or Zhentil Keep, who denied it, or kidnapped by pirates or elves. Indeed, 'twas one lingering sadness and memory that made Cormyr easier to leave."<br/><br/>"Yet today...he was there...'twas so public, I didn't know how to react, and felt frozen inside as I spoke lines I would for much any other duel..." she smiled softly at Rose, "And what fair favor it also was you."