Lady Foxglove nodded as regally as she could.
Then she began speaking-every nuance of speech measured and precise, cadence perfectly balanced, every body movement planned and executed flawlessly (at least, that's how it always was in her own mind). Weaker souls often missed exactly what she was saying, nodding along and agreeing with everything she said.
Which was just how she liked it!
"...No, no Kobolds I can see here at all-lucky us! Dratted little beasts, always yip yap yarking and stealing chickens...then again, we merely just arrived, so I don't know if any are around.
And of course, you also wouldn't have seen me in Lord Nirila's court-since I and my retainers are not from this land at all!" She said, motioning to the rest of the party, and strategically shifting her body weight from one foot to the other. Everything else shifted too, in case she didn't already have their attention.
"I am naturally a Noble and Renowned personage who has traveled here to your bountiful land by amazing means most magickal and mysterious-though of course, we could have come out at a nicer timer of day...but, magic is never entirely predictable. I do apologize for startling you and your men, though the speed of your response was nothing short of heroic...the truth is, usually I travel by a stretch carriage pulled by 16 white horses, but recent events have forced my entourage to take speedier and less sure measures.
Yes, do meet my servants here-Gervedder the Speedy Fool, Whizbang the Whiznificient, and Tacky the Blowhard. They are all useless, do not speak to them unless absolutely necessary." She said, pointing to her companions in turn and dismissing them in the same sentence.
"The others are hiding, cowardly fools-my Salon Stylist Medha and Royal Raging Meat-shield whom no one remembers his name. They can come out anytime they like, hmm, but please don't spear them unless you have to-so expensive to rehire these days."
Lady Foxglove turned her attention more fully to the Captain.
"Anyway here I am yammering on and on! How rude of me. Captain Mandro, is it? Wonderful name. Very powerful name, like a Dragons. Do you think we could find us some place a bit more comfortable to continue this discussion? I'm sure you have more questions, and I love to talk, but it's awfully cold and dark here in this field-not to mention tactically unsound if there really are Kobolds lurking about-ooh, I'm shivering, you see? Brr! I'd love to find a place to warm myself up a bit. Maybe we could get a nice drink and a hot meal, just the two of us. Can you do that for me, Captain?" She said, strategically leaning down to him and smiling.
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She finally motioned to Gervedder, hoping he wouldn't be speared too badly. She was going fond of the fool.
"Oh, and don't mind my messenger, he's harmless and a bit dim-many years of carrying heavy satchels on my behalf have slowed his wits. I might indeed whip him later, personally. I prefer the hands on touch when it comes to those things."
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