Lady Mamie Puckett-Rowennsa
Pushing up her glasses, she regarded Bronwyn with a cold yet curious look, and continued about her business sorting several books into their places behind her desk and scribbling their names down in a large ledger that was almost twice the size of her. The fact that she was using a footstool to even reach the desk also didnβt seem to dent her unwavering pride or confidence.
βI own a collection considered to be amongst the oldest and most sought after in all of Altaer, and you ask me if I have a book on βhorsesβ.β She chuckled, though one could almost call it a cackle by the tone in her voice. βOf course I have a book on it. I have several, actually, depending on which topic about such a creature you would be wanting to know. Biological? Theoretical? Historical? Practical?β
She sniffed, finishing the scribblings in her ledger and slamming the book shut. βBut if what you want to know is simply, βwhere can I find oneβ, as I am to assume it isβ¦ then no. But I do know that they are rare on Altaer. In fact, theyβre not native to this continent at all. Theyβre much further to the south-east, and you would need to sail very far to even find land in that direction. Howeverβ¦β As she thought, the little lady tapped her chin and flipped a set of very jangly keys around, causing Adam - who was busy admiring a large ebony and silver globe set - to look up curiously.
ββ¦If I were to look into such a breed, I would speak to someone from Rhytora. The Sinclair March, for example, or the County where the Curtis family live. Both families and their kingdom alike are known and respected for their breeding of horses. If anyone were to have such a breed, or know of their whereabouts, it would be them.β
Adam Riposte
βWhatβchu talkingβ about?β Adam asked, wandering back over with a wide and lazy step as he was still kind of confused what he was supposed to be doing there. βAlso, what was it you wanted help with? Some sort of artifacts?β he glanced at Bronwyn. βThat was what she said, right, Iβm not just making all of this up and drunk off my ass somewhereβ¦β
Malo Traduro-Gavishea
Malo tensed slightly at that reference. Commonersβ¦ What was so common about a person who wasnβt as respected or highly valued as you? He had never really liked it, but then again, there was much worse out there. More then he would like to recount.
At the mention of his mother, his eyebrows rose a little, and he smiled as he glanced sideways at Eulogia. βFrom what I know, she is doing alright, thank you for asking.β Though it didnβt help that he had been separated from her a lot since the war began. the last time he had actually seen herβ¦ well, it would have been almost six months now. He was almost starting to forget her face, and that was what hurt him the most. That, and her voice.
He cleared his throat, trying not to think about it. βAnd your family? Are they doing well? With the war, I hope things didnβt affect you all too badly, I know the capital had some troubles throughout the last few years.β
Some troubles. That was an understatement.
Oscar Xian
βOscar.β Oscar replied bluntly, continuing with the idiot following behind him. Farrell. The name rang a bell, but to be fair Oscar never really paid much attention to the other lords or noble families in Elarin.
βElarin is a small kingdom on an island in the west. Itβs alright if you donβt know about it since youβve probably only been on earth for a little while.β
He gave Jacob a seriously confused look, as if he was madder than a hatter, or had said that he was about to eat a hat with a side of apple fries and baked beans.
βAre you seriousβ¦ youβre not wrong in the head are you? Likeβ¦ upstairs.β He tapped his temple. βThe lights are on up there, right? No offence, but Iβm not an idiot, I know where Elarin is and Iβm not actually from space.β He sighed. Maybe that was too harsh.
βSorryβ¦ but you seriously need to practice sarcasm a bit more. Iβm from the north, of Elarin, so yes I know that itβs a small island kingdom. I live there.β