In the shade

Gra'akast

Tamazzalt smiled at the young woman and her interest in the disposition of the continent and it's history. He could tell she possessed a sharp and keen, one that by all accords matched, not only her bright eyes but also her power.

"I have not travelled much, outside our homeland, alas. My calling brought me to the service of the Twins at a very young age." He started sipping his own tea and picking a small piece of a greenish fruit. "I have visited your adopted homeland of course, a few times, although I must say I did not enjoy the cold too much." He smiled again looking at her bright eyes and admiring her beauty. It was a small wonder she had made such an impact upon the Odonine in such a short time. Power coupled with beauty and a keen mind. A perfect trinity.

"But Gra'akast is home to the largest collection of tombs and of the written word in Arcadia." He said not without a hint of pride. "Our Reliquary houses thousands of artefacts, relics, volumes upon volumes of lore. After all knowledge is power..."

He smiled knowingly at her keen to continue their discussion.