@NyantaStarhunt
“Ah, the Harvest festival at Liqu, the one day in the year even the emperor himself should be envious, warm bread, fresh butter, new wine, if one could live like a king, work like a prince and eat like a town speaker, that man would know a life free of worries. i salivate at the mere thought of the festivities.”
Apep: “master royal i must plead that you do not attempt to mingle, the crowds can pack quite tightly a good place for a hidden knife to find its mark, shielded between the peasantry.”
Garth: “we could MAKE room if it comes to it sir, as a noble surely you would prefer some distance.”
“neither of you will do any such thing to these fine people, not only do i trust them, but you, iron veteran, are the one carrying our coin, and you, ranger of mine, keep hold of any other valuables, what would be stolen from me, a few scraps of silk?
neither i nor any other of the noble feywing have ever even garnered enough attention by the public to be known as nobles, that aside, the arcane father is watching over all feywings, no one that fears the gods would touch me.”
the two bodyguards quiet down at that, it was not wrong, royal was a noble, technically, but his unimpressive frame, lack of reputation and the fear of the gods were probably better shields to him than the two of them could be.
“now enough of that, i wish to see if they have already started juicing fruit.”
with that the miniature noble fluttered off to the beverages.