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As much as you can understand, Faysal is of that class of nobility whose lands in recent times were lost to Emil's people in the advancing wars. Many have sought refuge or joined the houses of still-landed nobility farther south ahead of the wars, and many still have simply left these lands altogether for the continent to the south. Some though, remain and fight. In fact some even give up all notions of nobility and swear to the war cause as humble and dedicated warriors. Others though, like Faysal, still have aspirations of renown and prowl the land hoping to accomplish deeds enough to regain proper noble status, see their families restored. Some might see to the needs of the people, serve the faith, or keeping order in the anarchy of these times such as hunting brigands and banditry. A rare few like Faysal and his trio however, fancy themselves heroes and search for great monsters to slay or great disasters to bring aid for.
All in all, you get a sense that Ubaid shares in a scorn for these sorts of people, that they should better serve the land and the people. However, at the same time these are proper royalty and so occupy a special place in people's minds as revered and just. It's a curious thing to you, and a wonder how much other present-day human societies or nobility fare the same. Of course your bigger curiosity however, is not as much Faysal himself, as his companion.
<span class="mu-s">"-ah! Leave her be! You shameful beast!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Again with the... you know what I am now, I could not ravage her even if I wanted."</span> you chuckle in exasperation, Faysal acting to defend his sorceress when you grab her. <span class="mu-b">"I just want to talk."</span>
With Ubaid and Emil both back to watching the others then, you can drag her aside for a more personal line of conversation. Though, you have to really struggle for it because she is a nervous wreck when faced with you; collapsing in fright, pleading and praying.
<span class="mu-b">"Come now, enough of that little woman. I only wish to know..."</span> both in an effort to maybe ease her worries, but also a contemplative moment of weakness, you plonk down to sitting before her, <span class="mu-b">"...your Emir there, he said you listen to the sea? Have you ever heard of-"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"-d-don't speak her name! Don't... it is f-forbidden!"</span> she panics, but in a different way than her fear of you. Worry about... something else happening.
