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>Pretend you don't hear the unkind words, as loose lips may be useful against them later.
Not to mention, getting upset about such trivialities would leave a rather sour first impression. You’ll let them slide… but you’ll make sure to keep listening…
>There may be no pleasing the young prince, but it might be worth noting who and what draws his eye, to figure out if he's complaining to separate himself from his taboo desires, or if he's just a little shit.
He is clearly a little twerp acting out for attention, but that’s nothing a good night spent with a lady won’t solve… or a man, if he so prefers. He clearly needs a proper rump pounding to get that stick out of his ass. Sadly, you’re already busy keeping an eye on that beautiful mother of his, so someone else will have to deal with him.
>Sekhmet should probably be kept some distance from him to avoid trouble. He might enjoy himself, but best not to take chances.
Trying to keep Sekhmet from doing something dumb is like trying to divert the river with your bare hands. Sekhmet goes wherever she pleases… and pleases wherever she goes, at least according to herself.
You kneel before them, ”We welcome you to our humble camp, Merchant Queen Neferi the Second, and we hope it will be a pleasant stay.” The Varkian lady covers her beak with her hand and laugh, ”Ohohoho, no need for such formalities, my scaly friend, you can just call me Neferi from now on.” Standing up again, you give her a little nod as you continue, ”Ah, of course, Neferi. I just felt such a lovely lady like yourself deserved to addressed with her full name.” Neferi leans her head to the side and looks you up and down… and you can see a slight smile spreading across her face, ”Why, aren’t you a proper gentleman… but what shall I call such a handsome man like yourself, hmm?” Realizing that you’ve forgotten to introduce yourself, you quickly tell her, ”I am Sebak the Overseer, of the Volin people. Though, such a marvelous matron as yourself can simply call me Sebak.” Rubbing her feathery chin, she mumbles, ”The Volin, hmm? Why, do excuse me for my curiosity, Sebak, but I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of your gallant people before.” Standing tall and proud, you flex your muscles a bit as you boldly state, ”We are a new species, created by the will of the demi-gods Ptamet and Volek, born from the womb of Shelli the ever pregnant, chosen by our godspawn Telos to be the protectors of the garden of creation… or at least the valley of the triplets.” to which the queen quickly asks, ”Oh, such an interesting history… so I gather you’re worshippers of the three demi-gods, then?” You can hear her son mumble something under his breath as you answer, ”We are indeed.” which turns out to be exactly what Nefiri wanted to hear, as she gladly jump down from her caravan and step towards you, much to the displeasure of her Jackal guard, ”We too worship the triplets, though mostly focusing on Ptamet and Volek. Of course, Wjares do get a sacrifice or two to make sure she looks over us and protect us from raiders.” As she approaches, you finally realize just how different in size you are to each other, as she barely reaches your chest, ”Oh, and I’ll have you know, we do have both the blood of Varkians and royalty coursing through our veins, as we’re descendants of a princess from the Kingdom of the High River.” But you barely have time to finish the sentence before her son tries to interrupt, ”You!? Royalty!? HA! That’s a lark, if I- Ow!” though he is silenced as his mother jabs one of her strange tools into his side, ”The High river kingdom? I haven’t heard of that… is it outside the garden? But it is obvious that you, at least, are of royal blood, as such a fine and charming young man is clearly a man of good breeding.” You smile at her, ”But not as obvious as you, with such elegance and grace, is of royal blood as well.”
”It would be an honor to have you stay the night here, Neferi.” you tell her as you give her a quick bow, ”That is good to hear, Sebak, as there is a storm coming tonight, and I rather not be caught in it on the way home.” She looks over the horizon, towards very dark clouds that are approaching, ”If you are worried about the trip back, I can send one of our mightiest warriors with you as a bodyguard, if you so wish.” Once again her son intervenes before she can answer, ”We don’t need some stupid savage with us. We already have the Jackal mercenaries to watch our back.” which makes her mother sigh before telling you, ”…while I wouldn’t put it as bluntly as that, SON, but you do have a point. We are in no need of any more guards at the moment… nor do we know what your kind is capable of, other than looking handsome…” As those last words leaves her beak, she makes a show too look you up and down, clearly enjoying what she sees. ”Then how about a friendly wrestling competition? One of your Jackal guards against one of our warriors?” you suggest, making her smile a bit as she consider it, ”A fight until knockup then, hmm? I’m sure I can find someone interested in partaking in such an event. If anything, it would be rather interesting to watch, no?” You can see her Jackal guard scowl at you, but you ignore him and continue, ”I have to concur… and speaking of knockup… perhaps your guards and traders are feeling a bit pent up after the journey? There are many men and ladies here who are more than willing to have some fun with strangers.” Her son is clearly taken aback by your forwardness, as he starts to stammer, ”Wha- y-you can’t j-just-” but his mother quickly tries to calm him down, ”Shush, boy, the grown up are talking.” He looks at his guard before looking back at you, ”But-” but before he can make even more of a fool of himself, you tell him, ”Now now, son, if you get bored here you can go play with the girls in the camp. They don’t bite… unless you want them too…” Nedjet stares at you in disgust, before turning around and signaling to his guard to follow, ”…fine, I’m leaving.” As you and the queen watches the prince leave with his female guard, you start steering the conversation back on track, ”Now, as for my request…” Nefiri takes a deep breath, before looking at you with a rather no-nonsense look and stating, ”We make an equal trade. You’ll present a group of females and I’ll give you the same amount of males for them to dominate. Similarly, I’ll present equal amount of females and you give me males for them to dominate. Any young that may come from these unions will belong to their mother’s tribe. Are we in agreement?” Taking a moment to consider it, you nod, ”A fair trade from a fair looking Queen. I wouldn’t expect otherwise from such a stunning lady.” She gives you a warm smile, ”Then I’m sure there will be much fun to be had tonight, my delightful little drake.”
”Ah, and I almost forgot! We are preparing a feast this evening for you and your son, as well as some of the more valuable members of your trade caravan. If you would be so kind as to grace us with your lovely presence, of course.” you say, though she just gives you a coy smile, ”A feast? …While I am sure the others will enjoy the meal, I do have a slightly different request for tonight. How does a dinner for just the two of us sound, hmm? Tonight, in my caravan… you bring the food and I’ll… I’ll bring the entertainment.” You can’t help but get a bit flushed, but even with the Jackal guard growling at you, you manage to tell her, ”That would be lovely, Neferi.” She once again give you a warm smile, before using one of her strange tools to rub your chin a bit, ”Now, walk with me, handsome. I’ll show you the wares we have for sale that might interest you.”
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