09-25-2018, 06:41 PM
I had heard the name of Nerine's champion in the past, but it had been so long ago that the word had all but faded. It is not until I am going over what I know of the pale stallion in front of me (a compulsive habit that has served me well) that his introduction and the almost-forgotten name converge. So this is the Champion of Nerine, comes the realization, only seconds before Ardashir introduces himself as such.
Having recently met the Champion of my own kingdom, my interest is piqued. I look more closely at the tall stallion, noting the scars across his legs and belly. They are the opposite of my own, and I wonder briefly what might have caused them, and when. I assume battle, but as I have been in few skirmishes I lack the experience to make any guess as to their origin.
"I'm sure you're as familiar with the kingdom as any of your diplomats," I respond with a faint smile, "And I'm especially curious what a native thinks is the most interesting part of Nerine."
Having recently met the Champion of my own kingdom, my interest is piqued. I look more closely at the tall stallion, noting the scars across his legs and belly. They are the opposite of my own, and I wonder briefly what might have caused them, and when. I assume battle, but as I have been in few skirmishes I lack the experience to make any guess as to their origin.
"I'm sure you're as familiar with the kingdom as any of your diplomats," I respond with a faint smile, "And I'm especially curious what a native thinks is the most interesting part of Nerine."
