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"Well..." you begin, "I think it to be important that we help the allies of Mirevale. If the Spisa hath chosen to work with us, rather than the League, and we neglect their calls of help, then we would make for poor allies, no? It is not a good message to send..."
Fadrique laughs.
"A fine answer! I'll not contest it. But enough of politics! Let us enjoy this food. It is time for desert!" he says, signaling to the servant. After a few minutes, you see it brought before you: calf's foot gelatin, seemingly made with the juices of fruit. It was a rather expensive sweet you had heard of, but never actually tried. You had heard they usually came in mighty, giant molds for banquets, meant to impress guests - but this was clearly a smaller portion meant for lesser meals such as these.
Seeing Fadrique already dig into his, you take the spoon, digging out a chunk from the wobbling form, and finally eating it. It is...a rather sweet taste - strawberry, perhaps? Though the texture is what truly impreses you. You'd have to see if your cook could make these once you returned to Portblanc...
After finishing the meal, you were led to the room where you would be staying for the duration of however long you remained at Honderias. After two weeks of resting in tents and the houses of the lower class, it was great to be yet again in a room fit for a nobleman. Without much else to do, you spend the rest of the afternoon waiting out the time for your meeting with Don Carles.
When the fifth hour of the afternoon finally comes, you make your way to the prince's throne room in Honderias. You enter through the main door, walking through the carpet towards the towering throne at its end. In the throne, you quickly see, sits the liege of the Appanáge of Segoma - Prince-Heir Carles Brascarams. Dressed in finery befitting a prince, his visage is one befitting winter itself - pitch black hair in wavy locks, and the sharp facial features natural to the house of Brascarams. Approaching the throne, you kneel down, and repeat the customary words you knew of well beforehand.
<span class="mu-i">"My liege, Prince Don Carles, Prince of Segoma - I have arrived to fullfill your summon: my forces lay at your disposal, and so does my life."</span>
"Rise, Alessandro Galliota, Viscount of Portblanc, for your presence is recognized. I shall lead you so with wisdom, and keep in mind your natural rights."
You rise, looking at him finally face to face. His expression seems pleased. He continues.
"It is good to see you have arrived well within time, Don Alessandro. I must express my apologies for my lateness, as there were highly urgent matters to attend to."
"It is of no issue, your highness." you reply almost automatically.
"I have already been told you've brought a sizeable regiment here. Sadly, the barracks of Honderias are...<span class="mu-i">undersized</span>, and billeting would have brought far too much unrest to the citizenry."
"Of course, your highness."
