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Before you can respond, the nobleman laughs, moving to rise from his seat. "Though, far be it for me to pry, yes?"
As he straightens up, he glances at your master, as if considering something. Then, he gives a short, sharp nod, wiping his hand on the hem of his robes and extending it towards her in a classic gesture of genial camaraderie.
"I must say, Lady Hassan–I'm most pleased to have met you here at Eden. I do hope this alliance lasts; you and your protector have shown me something truly fascinating. Intelligent undead! The world is such a large place; don't you agree, Miss Felicia, Miss Amelia?"
His slaves make no visible response, simply glancing among themselves. Your master eyes the offending limb with some trepidation, but gingerly accepts it before the pause could be considered offensive. The brute energetically pumps her hand, then lets her go.
Lady Alice manages to squeeze out a reply. "Erm… Yes. My… pleasure?" She pauses, shakes her head, and firms herself. "The Hassan do not forget their oaths and friends. May our cooperation prove fruitful, Lord… Sir Furor."
A faint stir of pride swells up in you at her words. Your master is truly an exemplar, worthy of bearing the name of Hassan.
