another introduction!

[worstoferrands]

One may be able to tell that this one is not human, but in a place like this, that's normal, isn't it?

And one may also be able to tell that this one is not particularly happy, nor is he looking too comfortable, nor is he at all familliar

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[glacianbitch]

*laughs* If you work it out, be sure to let the rest of us know.

[worstoferrands]

Roiben smiles timidly, and replies in a quiet sort of voice, "I will, my lady."

[glacianbitch]

*this laungh's delighted* So polite. Kiss kiss.

[regal_sister]

Typist: ...so this is the puppet Karla. Hey. :)

[rockabye_hamlet]

You people need to stop asking, because we're not going to get an answer. *amusion* It's our personal never-to-be-answered question. Undiscovered Secrets of the Mansion. Just wait 'til they starting taping the reality show.

[worstoferrands]

"Oh," he replies in a fully understanding sort of way. "So it is an answer to be obtained via an exchange of information, or an act of servitude?"

Like his name.

Good guess, Roiben.

Wrong answer.

[rockabye_hamlet]

Not in the slightest. Is it any easy to make sense of if I say that we don't know where the hell we are, so we can't tell you?

[burnishedthrone]

*with a quiet fascination, like a cat with a new toy* Egypt.

[worstoferrands]

"Egypt." He blinks at the ground beneath his feet, at the area around him, at his own hands. "Far from -- from New Jersey, then."

[burnishedthrone]

*carefully* New. Jersey. Is't near Rome?

[fairandfaithful]

Perinis frowns lightly, not sure what to make of this man before him. "Greetings. I am afraid I have no good answer for you, being lately arrived myself, but it is said that this is an estate inhabited by many but ruled by no one."

[worstoferrands]

"Ruled by no one?" Roiben repeats, looking almost too intrigued for comfort, all of a sudden. "This is a land of the solitary alone?"

[fairandfaithful]

"Well, not quite. It seems there are alliances of friendship, and even to some kings, but no one rules over everyone else."

[worstoferrands]

"Then solitary it is indeed," he states thoughtfully. "There is no overall influence? A land that is truly netural?"

Stop asking all these questions, he curses himself, you have done nothing to deserve their answers.

[ambereyedraven]

Liriel's worst trait is her curiousity, and she cannot help but stop to study him, half-circling him for a moment. "Are you an elf?" she asks, though as she does it she pulls her hands together in front of her defensively.

[worstoferrands]

"I am a faerie," is his answer, tipping his head slowly in a sort of kneel-free bow. "I am called Roiben, knight to Queen Nicnevin."

[ambereyedraven]

She tilts her head, slightly puzzled. "That's the first time I've ever heard a surfacer use our word for you. I'm afraid I've never heard of your Queen, though."

[worstoferrands]

"It is our own word for our own Host as well," Roiben says proudly, just before his expression darkens. "You are better off not having," he whispers, mostly under his breath, hoping and praying that Nicnevin could not possibly hear.