Closed coquettish.

[Adrienna Lynint]

37th of Summer, 514 AV "You ask for a lot." Elanai's tone was low and sweet, a murmur in the silence of the Blossoming Blooms. Nearby, Lucian idled himself with a few of the special flower arrangements, smelling some of the blossoms and deciding which ones he'd prefer to work around. He paid this woman no mind, so intent was he. The woman, a remarkable beauty of apparent youth when compared to Adrienna's own, crossed her arms. "Yes, I do." said Adrienna. She held herself straight-backed and proud, staring down her nose at this woman as if she were dirt... just to get the point across. Oh, it might have been unnecessary, but it was certainly fun to use one's own weight as Dynasty in order to get their way. "If I wanted something less, I'd get something less." She should have gone about treating this woman with more courtesy, the better to make herself a good bargain, but she could not stand when people were simpering and sweet. It was as if this Elanai honeyed every word. It was so underhanded. "Listen. I simply want new plants for the store. The meat starts to smell." An attempt at reasoning. "I would like four bouquets. Roses, preferably." From behind her, Lucian tittered wordlessly. Adrienna smiled. "Actually, what he's looking at." Elanai looked between Adrienna and Lucian, scrutinising the two of them. Adrienna was used to the looks, the suspicion, and rolled her eyes. Yeah. No. They understood each other well. Maybe, for that reason, she gave him the freedom to contradict her- in private. He'd lose a hand for it in any other setting. Eventually, Elanai nodded and opened her arms wide in an inviting gesture, earning a slowly widening smile in return from Adrienna. "We've got an arrangement. Two gold mizas for the lot." Happily obliging the smiling woman as Lucian began picking out flowers for the bouquets. He knew what he wanted more than Adrienna did; frankly, she had low opinions of perfumes and lovely scents. The man could have been born a woman for his love of finer things. They were set after a handful of chimes, both carrying two bouquets. The business was closed for the afternoon but Adrienna cared to check up on it often and this provided the perfect excuse. Redecoration. They trotted off to the western bridge, weaving as best as they could amidst the clutter. The bouquets were large, as Lucian ended up wanting more flowers than the original agreement, and that had cost another two mizas to arrange. It was well worth it, however, so long as neither of them went into a river.

[Tydus Tempest]

Extravagance. This was the very air of Kenash. It was breathed in with each expansion of the lungs, the scents of numerous bakeries wafting their deep, alluring scents through the air. It mingled with that of the perfumeries, the strength of the aromas bombarding the senses completely overshadowing the nature scents of the nearby swamp overgrowth that bordered the city. It seemed a contradiction for the most garish city that the Tempest had ever laid eyes upon was in the midst of a bounty of nature, but the scion ignored it. Rather, he spent the majority of his time avoiding the scrutinizing gazes of Dynasty and Freeborn males alike. The women either passed him over with a listless glance or stopped to watch as the Svefra paraded about through the city without wearing a shirt.

It was, after all, a hot summer's day. Not a cloud was visible overhead, though humidity was rank in the city's atmosphere. The resulting heat compelled the 'lower-class' of Kenash to remove their shirts or loosen their frocks, surrendering the eternal vanity that was the city's way to the piercing, all-consuming heat. The Tempest, however, saw this vanity as a measure of hypocrisy. By covering one's body in the layers of expensive garments, they covered their true selves from view, demonstrating not a sense of vanity, but insecurity and weakness. It was the Tempest, ridden with problems and insecurity as he was that was comfortable in his skin. The Tempest, 'poor' and 'worthless' in the eyes of the higher classes, was more prideful in his appearance.

After all, Tydus Tempest was one to, if allowed, stroll about completely naked without the slightest worry or precaution as to what the rest of the world would think. The general consensus was that they would admire what they saw. However, the Tempest took a moment to stir himself from the current mindset to remember again the pure extravagance of the city. The wealth that was present in it appealed to Tydus. The shining stacks of gold mizas called to his very soul, a ghastly call to fill a void that Tydus did his utmost to ignore the existence of. He flooded it with drink, masked it with pleasure. Kenash was logically the best place to find both, though its treatment of outsiders was certainly not Tydus' preference.

Though, admittedly, it's nothing new to experience prejudice. Usually, though, it's for being a Svefra. This anti-visitor philosophy is completely different.

And much easier to remedy.

For the Tempest scion, to remedy such a hollow, baseless stereotype was easy. A natural charm wafted from the Tempest. To establish a foothold with the use of ordinary, untempered conversation was simple enough. Reinforcing it with emotional responses to relaxation and amusement, and then overturning opinion altogether with layered suggestions was not a difficult, or even taxing, endeavor. It was what Tydus had done to the first person that had confronted him the day before, and it was his intention with a follow-up encounter of that nature.

The Tempest scion had not dared to go farther than the West Bank for the moment, his gaze catching the mark of Fantasia Zulaca, the idea of staying somewhere other than his casinor for a night of immediate interest to him, but he decided to save the struggle for when it was closer to evening. For the moment, the Tempest basked in the heat of midsummer's day, a smirk plastered upon his features, his right arm rolling at the shoulder as he cast his gaze about.

Faces, indistinct to the eye, caught his view, focus tempering into his gaze after several moments as he noted the covered, dressy visages of two young ladies, a frown pursing his lips.

Do they really LIKE to dress like that? There's nothing to show, nothing to see. They're showing off their clothes and forgetting their bodies. It's as I thought earlier. They all know that for all of their expensive dresses, they're grotesque to behold, both inside and out.

It seemed that most obeyed this law, even the prettier of women, though one seemed to make herself an exception. At the very least, from what the Tempest scion saw. Tattooed, marked, and utterly distinct in appearance, Tydus found his smirk growing in nature as he caught a dark-haired catch in his gaze, though she walked past with a companion. The Tempest found that he was curious, both as to where the woman was going and as to who, exactly, she was.

Her and her companion seemed to struggle for a moment with the large bouquets they had bought, and Tydus was more than willing to assist,

"Would ye like some help with those, lass?"

The Tempest's smirk faded into a warm smile, his cerulean gaze intent on capturing hers. Her male companion was all but ignored, a moment's glance spared to acknowledge his existence.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

She heard the tittering before she saw the cause, uncaring as to what new and exciting thing had popped up that had snagged everyone's attention. She considered herself sensible- and busy. Lucian hesitated at her side, craning his neck to see over the heads of men and women who halted in their daily affairs. He was a quiet man, not prone to sharing words with people he didn't know unless they belonged to her Dynasty and shared the land, so he would have stared in awkward silence had he been addressed, which he hadn't been. She might have simply walked past this newcomer if he hadn't addressed her, shouldering past him, but Lucian had already halted and she did not want to leave him behind. He made it easier to get around during the busier hours if he walked before her and she stuck to his heel, and she provided the small measure of security that said he wouldn't be harassed as a slave. It took her a moment to come to a halt, swaying briefly as her momentum caught onto the fact she'd stopped her stride and she looked up at him. Gray eyes registered what she first saw with a sluggishness seen rarely outside of molasses, so unexpected was the sight of a bare chest when a person wasn't watching slaves work. Higher still; suntanned skin suggested a life kissed by Syna, weathered and worn but still healthy... as far as she could tell. Blue eyes. Blonde. Male. Her nose wrinkled as if she could smell the outsider on him. She might not constrain herself to fancy dresses and parasols but she was nothing less than a Dynasty child and this could not be more apparent in the way she regarded him. A step back was taken, affording her space. Lucian loomed watchfully, silently scouring this higherborn creature with curiosity-masked concern. He chose, however, to offer a rare word of advice before Adrienna responded. "When you address my mistress, Lady is the proper term, not lass." His voice was almost a snarl but... it was what he spoke like, even to her. He might have once been beaten to the point where his voice could be nothing but hoarse. "Lucian," said Adrienna in warning, leaning into him. This newcomer didn't have to see her scold her slave. The word, his name, was enough. He glowered briefly and then turned away and she reminded herself that she'd let him get too bold. However, she turned from him and smiled graciously at this more than helpful man. "I would appreciate some assistance, yes, Mister...?" Almost on cue, there were looks cast her way as if she'd lost her mind. Consorting in public with someone dressed so classlessly? What would her parents think? What would Kaljia think? Honestly, Adrienna worried only briefly what would be thought of her but, as her appearance had her alienated from much of her own immediate family, she simply could not be bothered to care too much. Rather, she held out the bouquets in her arm, expecting him to select one. She hoped he wouldn't get too touchy in the selecting.

[Tydus Tempest]

"Tempest. My name's Tydus Tempest, lass. T'is a pleasure to meet you."

Tydus made sure to cast a sidelong glance at the man, now so obviously noted as a slave as he insisted upon his own way of speaking. Kenash had already stolen away the Svefra accent from him, for speaking heavily accented Common in this city was an easy mark and way to ensure that one was looked down upon. In the area of business, one did their utmost to keep themselves at an equal standing with their proposed mark. Tydus had learned to adopt the speaking of a Dynasty member, if only to do exactly that. His grasp of the Common tongue was increasing, his vocabulary becoming more expansive, but for the moment, he cast the thought aside in favour of taking one of bouquets from the woman.

Obviously a Dynasty member, and very pretty in seeming, the woman also beheld a perceived aura of distinctness. Individuality absolutely radiated from her presence, from the tattoos upon her form to the piercings that marked her face. In truth, Tydus was rather envious of the ink upon her flesh, for Tydus himself had not felt the deep, welling pleasure of the needle weaving through flesh since he was a young man. At the age of fifteen, Tydus Tempest, like all of the podmates that had returned to Laviku in the wake of the shipwreck, earned his pod tattoo at that age. The tattoo sat on the opposite arm of his Oceanus, his right shoulder covered by his shirt, though his left clearly showed Laviku's mark. His right forearm was painted with the octopus and its timepiece, the pod tattoo of the Tempest pod. Only him, Callipsia, Kel, and the other survivors retained the mark now. A total of six people, most of whom stayed in Riverfall and left the life of adventure behind.

Not Tydus. Or Kel.

Tydus Tempest inwardly grinned as he carried the bouquet, holding the flowers close to his chest, minimizing his actual touch upon the formation as he looked over at the Dynasty member and her slave. Djed wove into the Tempest's throat, his words taking a slow, metered rhythm for a single sentence as he sought to calm the slave. Tydus wanted as little interference in his interaction with a Dynasty member as possible, and he found that the situation was one he could not be erased from.

But his doubts can be quelled.

Djed culminated in his throat as Tydus apoke out again,

May I have the pleasure of knowing where we are going, milady?"

The words were charged with the compilation of djed, the word emphasized as it was thrown out. Two emotional responses would be weaved into the word simultaneously, the first impressed exclusively upon the slave, Lucian. Tydus encouraged an ease of social interaction in his uses of Hypnotism, seeking not to control a person, but to quiet certain feelings, to push them aside by eliciting different, favoured ones. In this particular scenario, Tydus Tempest saw it fit to impress both an emotional solicitation of calm and one of curiosity into the slave, awhile also attempting to bring the curiosity into the Dynasty member.

Hypnotizing multiple people was something the Tempest was now accustomed to, having done it earlier in the summer on varying occasions, and impressing emotional responses was his favourite aspect of the magic. Chills erupted down the Tempest's spine, pleasure coursing through him at the unleashing of his magic, but he was by no means inclined to push it farther.

A good Hypnotist uses only the pushes he needs to. If this is enough, then let it be so. If not, then Lucian will experience some more pleasant emotions. Stronger ones...

The slave had shown him disrespect and was met instead with sensations of secure calm to catch him. It almost seemed unfair to reward such an outburst, but it was, of course, the most beneficial thing for him to do for himself, as well.

"And may I learn your name, as well?"

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[Adrienna Lynint]

Strange man. Strange remarks. With both facets, he earned himself a stern gaze from Adrienna, as if she found him and his company boresome. It wasn't true, though; she simply couldn't currently tolerate a person goading her slave when she was adamant on punishing him herself. "Yes, yes. Charmed." The response was mandated by propriety, despite the reek of Freeborn upon him. A smile ghosted across her lips, flourishing briefly, before it faded and she simply inclined her head. The heavy weight of flowers was removed and she almost slumped in relief. What a most kind thing he could do. She immediately suspected him of wanting something from her. Why else would a guppy bother a shark? Her eyes had briefly skimmed over the glistening mark upon his upper arm, immediately taken by the vivid colours. In her endeavor to be unique, she'd forgone colour in exchange for more of the inked designs that took well to her skin. She appreciated his ink. It made him more intriguing, but it didn't earn him a comment on this. It earned a scowl from Lucian, that was for sure. The slave was hardened enough to not completely sway under that arcane temptation, but he did not scowl nor bark at the stranger, at Tydus, for any of his comments. Rather, he had resolved to turn away as if to say he was done with the conversation, and both of them, but the cock of his head and the way he lingered with them informed her that he was concerned, or simply curious. She thought nothing of it for she was also curious. For her, she bent quickly in answer of his question. The ladened words were unremarkable, to her, and he'd earned his answer by having a Dynasty's daughter answer to him. "The store- my store," she responded. Satisfaction gripped her, which she did not understand. Her brow furrowed in consideration upon that reaction and didn't offer more information. That was answer enough, and he'd see soon anyway. "You may know me as Miss Lynint, if you'd like. Or Miss Adrienna." In public, anyway. Perhaps Lady was what was required, as mandated by more rules of propriety and social niceties, but in their private little world of murmurs amidst disproving gazes, she was confident. She jerked her head and her slave started off. With another gesture, she motioned for Tydus to follow. "May I ask of your business in Kenash? Are you Freeborn?" Curiosity had bitten her and now it was chewing. Lucian was also infected, but wordlessly.

[Tydus Tempest]

Adrienna Lynint. The woman gave her name in pieces, each one titled with the word 'Miss', but the Tempest scion did not mind this title nearly as much as the previous one. To address her as Lady indicated a respect that she had not quite earned from him. It was akin to addressing one as Mistress or as an employer, and Tydus Tempest was neither slave nor worker. He didn't even talk to Caelum like that, and the Ethaefal could be considered his employer. In fact, it was because of him that Tydus had decided to return to Kenash in the first place. He owed the man a shipment of rum, which was difficult, but certainly not impossible for him to obtain. He simply needed to ascertain the simplest way to purchase it.

Tydus was not allowed on plantations, nor even given free purchase about the city, but in the company of a Dynasty member he was set free from such a burden. A smile graced his features as he steeped into the reaches of his djed again. It welled within his throat as he pondered his response to her own questions. The Tempest knew that the show of respect was necessary in order to stay afloat. Lynint was one of the twelve surnames that had power in this city, and though Tydus knew only of two before arriving: Morealis and Draer, the third gained quarter in his thoughts. It was only by Lucian's intervention that Tydus even figured it out, but he'd certainly take advantage of it.

"I am not, Miss Adrienna."

He began with both the show of respect towards the Lynint, but forwent her surname to address her at a more personal level,

"For the moment, at least. I am a trader. A seeker of exports. Particularly rum, but my employer has also asked me to investigate and return to him with whatever else could be of interest."

The woman would be able to tell, just from the delivery of his words, that Tydus was by no means timid or reserved. Confidence flowed from his lips, given voice and tailored with an accent befitting conversation with her. He layered the words with djed, filling them with purpose: To impress upon the woman an emotional response of generosity. A single thought would materialize in her mind, delicately inflected into her at Tydus' behest.

He seems different from other visitors...

She had mentioned a shop, curiosity filling the Tempest's thoughts, almost a match to the very same arcane influence he had pushed into her just moments before. Tydus wanted to know more about the rather lovely, tattooed woman who he was carrying flowers for. The bouquets were weighty, to be sure, but the Tempest adjusted his posture to carry them with relative ease,

"May I ask what you sell?"

The Tempest took a step back to allow Adrienna and her slave to take point. He would follow them to wherever they wished for him to go.

It was, after all, in his best interests to be of service rather than in conflict.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

Her head tilted, an expression of interest she would not normally find herself indulging in, as he spoke. She listened and though her lip moved as if to smile, she bided her time with the slightest smirk that eased away quickly. It was all fine and well, then. The man knew not to trust in the direct approach of others but had taken strength in his own confidence. So long as he did not grow cocky with it, there should be few issues... as long as he left before the season closed. She did find him different from other visitors, who were noisy and uncivilised at best and warranted little of her attention and generosity. He was different, but he was still an outsider; she'd not give him the benefit of her assistance, but for coin once they'd arrived at her store and she could liberate her plants from him. That was her generosity, the extent of her reach until she knew who it was that asked her to open her heart, or accept an alliance. For an outsider, she almost considered this too much, but such was the way of things. Lucian was given lead, walking straight-backed with his scowl right back on his face, despite the flowers he'd picked out for the store. She paid him no heed. If there was attitude from him, he'd be dealt with, and hopefully he knew what to expect and what to avoid. In faith, she focused upon this man as they crossed onto Blade Island which would lead to a short walk before Sun Island, then onto the Prowlers. She was already counting down the time because although this outsider was charming, he was an outsider, and her patience was fraying. She bided time with words. "Where are you from?" Her question was asked with shrewd interest. He seemed to be deliberately vague. She did not appreciate that. "There is little for an outsider to investigate here, or for them to know." Warning: do not interfere with what you don't agree in, and don't take a secrets away from here. As if she could stop him, of course, but Kenash was not forgiving. It took her time between passing across Blade Island for Adrienna to respond to his final query. While he'd see it when they arrived, she progressed at her own pace until she wanted something of him. Finally, as they touched the bridge that reached the gap between Blade and Sun, she deigned to answer him. "I sell animals." Her response was decidedly terse. Ahead of them, Lucian snorted his amusement but did not add on. He'd been berated for adding his words already, he'd likely not say something else unless directly spoken to until they arrived. Throughout the whole exchange, she'd tried to keep an eye on him discreetly, distrusting him as she was raised to, and feeling quietly superior when she considered their attire and bearing. She could still feel eyes upon them, watchful and wary and curious. A part of her gnawed on worry and the other flaunted. Word would reach deep.

[Tydus Tempest]

Perhaps Tydus had misspoken. She believed him to use the term investigate to imply that he was snooping around. Tydus was doing nothing of the sort. The Tempest was looking around for one thing in particular, and in doing so, looking for one particular thing. Rum was the purpose of his visit, and of course, connections. Like this woman right here. If he could earn her trust, then that relationship could run much deeper than a simple encounter. It did not look like Adrienna was biting, but she took to Tydus, however slightly.

That, in itself, was enough of a foothold for Tydus to work with. Hypnotism required not the entire mind to work with the intentions, but a single platform upon which the magic could take root and work. It was augmented by natural charm and choice in words, both of which Tydus could shift and sway according to the situation. The Tempest allowed a moment to pass in silence, processing the woman's rather confrontational and unwelcoming nature and deciding his counter to it. His foothold, for the moment, was in her curiosity. The Tempest could see the motions of her eyes moving to and fro from him. It was not hard to do, as Tydus was employing a similar tactic. Not out of distrust, but in order to find out what would best disarm her.

It was the tactic that Tydus employed most. Disarmament made conversation much more... flowy. Easier to digest and simpler to work with .Tydus reveled in those sorts of conversations, and this one was certainly not the type he preferred. The Tempest's lips parted again as he wove djed into his throat. The Tempest was noting that his ability to draw upon Hypnotism was increasing, the duration of his spells extending. He reveled in the chills that flowed down his spine as his lips parted, ocean's blue orbs vibrant with the life that only the magic could truly impress into him,

"From teh Suvan, Miss Adrienna. I am Svefra, born from the sea and raised on it. For the most part, I dock in Riverfall and have employ there, but I go where I desire to go.

I digress. There is nothing to investigate here, certainly, but there is much to engage in. Trade, Miss Adrienna, is my business. Of course, I want to find a way to trade for rum, my employer wants a shipment in Riverfall, but also other avenues of trade are surely appreciated. Be they to relay to him or to open up for myself."

Words were layered once again with Hypnotic influence. Emotional responses trickled into each sentence. The first was to increase the urgency of her curiosity. To keep the woman fascinated with him was an obvious move. To keep her wanting to know more and learn about the Svefra would hopefully, in turn, spur her to wish to form a deeper relationship than a single 'take flowers to her store' job.

As he continued speaking, he also inflected trust. Tydus' honesty was unparalleled, his words plain and uninterrupted by deceit. It was the fitting platform to instill such an emotion, for Tydus desired to build trust, he would in turn, extend it, as well. Tydus attempted to be shrewd in his dealings, but also fair. It made things simpler.

The Svefra's lips were curled into a bright smile, and though Tydus noted the harsh, invasive glances of those in the vicinity, he ignored them. This conversation with Adrienna was far more... lucrative, should he keep his attentions on it, instead.

"Have you ever left the city?"

Tydus wondered to himself if the heirs of the wealthy ever left their perfect paradise. He doubted it, but one could never be sure.

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[Adrienna Lynint]

Adrienna and Lucian both were not unaffected. On the slave's behalf, he was inconsolable in public and preferred to give his mistress and her newfound interest a moment before opening his own curiosity and investigating- to the best of his ability- in private. On Adrienna's behalf, she did not express that she likened to the Svefra's open honesty in words, but tilted her head to offer it in body language. She was not so open. "You might take a liking to our wine and ale, if you had a sample. Rum is crocodile spit in comparison, I've heard," lied Adrienna, although she did not stutter over her words. Nobody had said that, she'd found it herself when experimenting with Draer cousins on sticky Summer evenings. Maybe she could entice him to enjoy a drink, and she was proud of herself for coming up with the notion all on her own. Lucian's shoulders hunched. Tydus had her attention to the point where background motion became indistinct in its unimportance. He was fascinating, it had been decided. Her only experience with Svefra came from her odd mother and her mother's family on their plantation. To meet an outsider Svefra was a tasty treat; Marselline Draer often remarked on the Svefra culture in Kenash being horribly corrupt, and the lack of the freedom to sail away made her miserable in this utopian society. "I've been to the edge of the swamp, but no further," said Adrienna. She did not like this topic and chose to bring up a discarded one instead. "You might find the trade we offer in Kenash to interest you. I have heard that Rivarian wine is the best, so you may find business in importing to us, and exporting our own goods. Svefra have much to benefit from." Adrienna knew she was being open with him, so she spoke softly between the space between them. "If you aspire for great wealth, deal in slaves, though." They were almost at their destination. Adrienna and Lucian both hurried their steps subconsciously, but not for long before Adrienna recalled the third of their party and minded her pace to not leave him behind. By the time they arrived at the Prowlers, Lucian had entered and left the door open. Adrienna cocked her head at Tydus, offered a flighty smirk as if anticipating surprising him, as she was sort of proud of herself for her business, and entered before him.

[Tydus Tempest]

A chill flowed down Tydus' spine as the immense satisfaction pulled at the chords of his thoughts. To play the game of Hypnotism was akin to a musician playing their instrument. One must be cautious and vigilant. To press the incorrect button, or to step out of line could send the entire facade crumbling about. The power of the magic was in the meter. The strength of each note was expounded upon the last, building and weaving, guiding and pushing conversation, slowly and steadily growing in strength as layer upon layer of Hypnotic influence was stacked within the subject's mind. It could turn the hardiest, most stubborn of enemies into an ally. And it could turn a prejudice into a lucrative possibility.

A smirk materialized upon the man's face when Adrienna stated her opinion about rum. Yes, Tydus had a taste for wine, and could agree with the notion of tasting some of it. But in his heart, it was rum that stole away his consciousness. A single bottle of the liquor lay in his ship and he would return to it when he desired it, but for the moment, the woman's company and the possibility that lingered with her now far more receptive presence was an intoxicant that pulled far deeper than the sway of alcohol. Possibility, business, perhaps romance, or if not that then intimacy, those were what lay before him should he continue to play his cards right. Some of the options were more important than others, priorities set into place by the Tempest's sobered mind, which in the moment clung to neither pleasure or attraction, but to his benefit for the future. When Adrienna referred to what could turn him a profit, the mention of slaves abound, Tydus considered it. Kel and Tydus could easily, together, traffick slaves should the need arise.

And perhaps they would.

But, for the moment, Tydus remained content with what he was doing. When he had the greater resources needed to be efficient in traficking of any kind, perhaps it would come to light. The Tempest scion struggled to keep up when the pair hastened their approach, but when they slowed, Tydus did as well, gratitude welling in his mind for but a moment until the Svefra laid eyes upon the shop that they were settling into.

The place was astounding, to say the least. Serpents and amphibians of all manner of being were visible in sealed environments, the young Svefra quite astounded at the nature of his new 'friend's' business, but he kept the astonishment to himself. The Tempest scion should have expected it, in truth. Adrienna Lynint did not look the type to own a flower stand or some other, feminine location. Her posture, her words and the nature of her being seemed to exude an independence and a strike from the nature of her fellows that the Svefra found almost intoxicating to be around. It was a rather intriguing notion, but the Tempest cast it aside. If the moment arose to surrender to such feeling, then he would gladly do so. But, for now, Tydus parted his lips to speak.

"I agree. T'is the reason why I came to Kenash in teh first place. To check out teh rum, to find those willing to take upon my services. Can't stay with one employer forever, right? Especially if, as you say, I wish to live with wealth. Contacts are the most important bit."

The man stalled for a moment, purposely so as he once again reached into the reservoir of his djed. It would perhaps be his final, safe spell. The Tempest was beginning to feel a taste in his mouth, a sound, present desire to do more, cast more, invoke greater feeling, but he felt the energy in him beginning to wane, the present capacity waning. He inwardly shook his head, casting aside the desire to keep going, keep casting. But, he surrendered to the pull once more in order to cast his final point. He wanted the Lynint to be a means to an end. A partnership of sorts that could be relied upon should she find the need for him. And this would be vocalized as for the last time, djed lined his throat.

The Tempest cast his ocean's blue gaze as the woman and took a step forward. Confidence was abound in the Svefra, his eyes ablaze with it. His tone was metered once again, carefully articulated words enunciated and layered with djed at key participles in order to accentuate their meaning,

"Adrienna, you speak as if you desire such a contact. I could be your business partner. A boat dedicated to your causes and desires. I could bring you Rivarian wine straight from the city, if that is what you want. A kindling relationship that could grow over time and yield greater pastures. An investment, if you would. But more than that."

The man extended his hand to the woman, an offer present for the woman to take, though he was not quite done speaking with her just yet. The young man set within the woman a final reinforcement of trust. An emotional response for both it, and he would implant within her one final suggestion, the last of his reserves depleted with the execution of it.

He's right. An avenue into Riverfall would be beneficial to me.

There was more to arrange, and another proposal to be had, though Hypnotism would no longer be involved. Yet, anyway,

"We could, if you find it to be agreeable, discuss such an agreement over the wine that we both love so? I've not had the chance to try Kenashian wine or ale. My employer, unfortunately, has only ever given me access to a sample of your rum."

At the execution, Tydus felt an itch in his throat, equivalent to an immediate, present need for water. A discomfort that he kept to himself, a slow swallow soothing the sensation, but it was not enough. A desire welled in him, a want. Perhaps, if Adrienna accepted his offer, the wine would help soothe it, but Tydus could not be sure.

Keep calm, Tempest... Suck it up. You need to remain calm.

But why? What you're doing feels good. Keep at it. You know you want to.

But did he, really?

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