| Quietstorm kept himself impassive until there was a point where he could cut into the conversation. The opportunity presented itself when Aasiyah was reintroduced as the lost princess of some kingdom or another. "Definitely not a bloodheir of the last King of Evers'ilance, who had named a traitorous bastard for an heir anyhow," thought the mercenary, before speaking aloud. "Jeez, just because I don't have any royal blood in me and I live an honest life, you bunch start distrusting me? Guess class discrimination will always be around." he shook his head, but continued. "Anyways, 'princess', I don't quite get what it is you're trying to do. Claim the throne of your kingdom, or something? Evers'ilance has pretty much been in ruins since the last War. The last, true-blood King never had a kid. He named a Warrior as his heir... and the bastard kills him anyways. So I doubt that you've got any connections to this Kingdom."
Quietstorm paced about a bit quietly, thinking for a moment, while the others eyed him warily. Then he spoke again. "The way I see it, a group of travelling women and an exiled noble, Eladrin or not, aren't going to know the ins and outs of Evers'ilance like a good mercenary will. Whatever it is you bunch need, I'm pretty sure I know someone who can provide."
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |