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Two stubborn personalities sparred, a battle of titans seldom witnessed in the treeline outside Jaedaxia. Hanzi had trotted out a fair amount of his verbal arsenal out and Attaria deflected it easily.
He decided to change it up- hit her with honesty. Or as much as any gypsy tells a non-gypsy.
"Miri Rawnie means roughly 'my lady' in Aire, my mothertounge," He replied truthfully. "I was just attempting the unthinkable... Politness." He smiled widely and sat down 10 feet away from her.
"A quality you don't believe I have, but which I do- quite a lot of it in fact." Hanzi played with a stout oaken walking stick while chatting.
"But I do have something, perhaps not to my sister, but a rather distant cousin. However, we Air'riela consider ourselves one large family. In a certain point of view she is my pena, or sister. And she does need what I have here." He patted his inside pocket. "As for why I am here and talking to you...well, I figured you were put in my path for a certain reason. We have a something called Mesaka, a guiding luck that smiles upon the Air'riela. You were put in my path, but for what purpose? So I am here, to find out.
"I am Hanzi of the Ambarando family, a familya of line-drifters and travellers, sheperds of the flock and walkers of unseen lines. Messengers and crusaders, servants of the Gypsy Queen. If I am not being too forward- who is Attaria?"
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