[Ports opening...? There's a loud gasp. Normally he wouldn't buy this at all, but she sounds too surprised and too damn angry to be lying. And he's seen her lie. She isn't good at it - not at all. He talks to the clattering of the mithra no doubt banging that morgenstern against whatever she can reach.]
... Y-you're from the past! The ports have been opened to foreign mercenaries for over a year now, the Divine Empress proclaiming it as she deemed of age and named as successor... This... how?
[another period of musing. To say he's surprised is an understatement. Needless to say! No matter the fact that his version of present time!Naja would know that "Aphmau" is actually Nashmeira herself, this Naja wouldn't. So she doesn't exactly know how drastic this is.]
...You didn't exactly have much of a choice when it happened. The lady Aphmau's automation Ovjang chose the mercenary. The middle-lander was in your office at the time, and your attempts to pass the mercenary off as a shabby looking mannequin weren't fruitful.
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Y-you're from the past! The ports have been opened to foreign mercenaries for over a year now, the Divine Empress proclaiming it as she deemed of age and named as successor... This... how?
[another period of musing. To say he's surprised is an understatement. Needless to say! No matter the fact that his version of present time!Naja would know that "Aphmau" is actually Nashmeira herself, this Naja wouldn't. So she doesn't exactly know how drastic this is.]
...You didn't exactly have much of a choice when it happened. The lady Aphmau's automation Ovjang chose the mercenary. The middle-lander was in your office at the time, and your attempts to pass the mercenary off as a shabby looking mannequin weren't fruitful.
Naja, I'll remind you.
Your Linkpearls?