<em>Across from Aron sat their gracious host. He wore the finest jet black tunic that was buttoned up at the side with a long sleeved deep purple robe with regal reds scales sewn into the chest and shoulders with broad padded pauldrons so that his shoulders could look more broad and proper. Those robes were nor armor, and more or less a choice to look more noble. To show off the abundance of wealth he had for dyed metal scales to adorn his outer wear. His hands had golden bracelets adorned with jet and rings of gold to match. Eyes of deep green peered out across to his guest and his slave. His short cut hair showed flecks of grey upon his hairline, his chin and lips was shaven bare and he had long mutton chops <br/><br/>The merchant prince had a small air of regality to him, most did since many were of noble titles or birth. With a small cane of oak outfitted with a golden claw, he leans forward with it in his seat. He had been quite curious about the pair he shared his carriage with though he wasn't curious enough to impolitely pry. The chalice he drank from was weighed and deep as was Aron's for one never knows how steep the road's incline is. Only meant to be filled halfway so that the drink would not spill upon the fine tablecloth. With some pleasant noble company, he was more than willing to share the fare he had which was more than abundant, more than likely would not be completely eaten and was undoubtably not to be shared with those in the back of the wagons. <br/><br/>However the conversation was struck up by Aron. It would be bad form not to respond. He watched one of the bundles of grapes roll along the table close to the drow elf kneeling at the nobles side. The merchant rescued the grapes and began eating them one by one. There were none left when he finished.</em><strong>"Business of course. My stocks of food, drink, and seeds await others to be planted and eaten. And whilst the fertile farmlands are abundant in Kingshearth, it seems they are having issues. The villages and hamlets near the Tal'both Evergreens have been suffering bandit attacks of some sort. Not the typical kind either, but it looks like a well organized lot. Considering I typically gain a cut from such lands bounty, this hurts my own bottom line. Im heading down to the town itself to renegotiate with the council, see if I can sort this out. If nothing else I'll be able to sell my wares at an increased price in light of the happenings."</strong><br/><br/><em>His eyes cast down to the blindfolded dark elf and whilst he held his curiosity back once before, he wouldn't anymore.</em><strong>"I am however curious, where did <em>she</em> come from? What is the story behind how she came to be yours? I am quite certain that the practice of slavery is very much illegal in Edenia. The Vigil of Vaath'sol would see to it that such would be purged down to the last man. As for her... I don't know what they might do to her if she was found."</strong><em>He quietly took up a legs of lamb on his plate and chewed off a delicate bite of the morsel. He chewed and chewed before he swallowed it down. Daintily dabbing his chin he continued to talk once more.</em><strong>"Tis not my concern though. I am not pious as I have no church of my own. However, our business is our business. So I turn the question back to you. Why leave for Kingshearth?"</strong>