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[blamesfate]

[Following his encounter with Roy at the Easter event, Kratos has sequested himself in the quietest corner of Mac Ainu's harbour he can find. With one hand, he flicks through each of the menu options on his Relic, attentively studying each one before moving on to the next. Between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, he rolls a small object back and forth without paying it an apparent mind.

After some time, he lifts his attention from the Relic and stares out in the direction of the ever-present sunset, mouth set in a firm line.]

Hm.

Comments

[blessedrose]

Derris-Kharlan... [ she tries out the foreign name. ] Ha, your tale must be a long one. You do not seem lifeless to me.

[blamesfate]

[He seems at a loss to respond to that. When he finally does speak, it is only to say:] ... It is long enough.

[blessedrose]

Hmm. [ ah, that must have been more personal a comment than she meant it to be. ]

Those stories are usually the most interesting... Or so her Majesty oft tells me. [ but she won't pursue it. ]

Well met, in any case. I am Beatrix, late of Alexandria.

[blamesfate]

Kratos. A mercenary. [His response is measured, but he brings himself back.] You seem the type to attend a Queen...

[blessedrose]

Aye. I am General and Commander to her Majesty, Queen Garnet Til Alexandros XVII.

[blamesfate]

[That earns a wry smile.] I was once in service of a Queen myself.

[blessedrose]

I have served two in my time.