Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200908052153

"Eh?" Hyngwar looks at Evelyn, her brow raised. "Då's a güt qvestion. I canna say, you see, für I havn't been like this für long.  I vwas a king vwhen I vwas ælive.   Dear Päldis vwas my beløvhed waefe.  I ønly vwoke up un suntæd ago." She gives a grin, folding her arms.

Cirelle clears her throat, and leans close to Hyngwar.

"Erm...my Bann, do watch your speech.  Remember to speak common here as best you can.  Your accent is showing again."

Hyngwar looks surprised, then gives a hearty laugh. "Ha! Ræght.  Apologies, lady," she says, addressing Evelyn, "I haven't yet learned the proper speech.  Don't yøu be offended if I sound crüde." While she doesn't look embarrassed, she does appear to be enjoying the joke at her own expense.

Finn gestures to Moki, who unslings the velvet bag from her back and spreads its fur-trimmed opening for him. Gingerly, he reaches in, and pulls out something cylindrical in shape, wrapped in a white fur.

He unfolds it, revealing a beautiful crystal carafe that seems to sparkle with every color of the rainbow. Inside can be seen a swirling white shape that gently churns.

"This is a vessel crafted by our finest Dwarven crystaleers. It is made of the purest ice, harder than fine steel and enchanted that it may never melt, nor harm the fingers.  The magic is my mother's own, woven by the breath of her very voice.  It is her voice that resides within it, and so, any liquid you place inside will be chilled for you, but never frozen.  It represents the magic that weaves through our land, wild and free." He hands the vessel to one of the maids.

The second object he draws from the bag is far larger, circular in shape and wrapped with linen. This linen is opened, revealing a large, beautiful wreath several feet wide.

The wreath is made primarily of pine, cedar and holly, woven together with willow switches and vine. The vines bear all manner of berries, grapes, and flowers, and the entire assembly, aside from being beautiful, has a captivating scent of its disparate yet combined elements. Oddly, the plants still look very much alive.

"This," Finn says, "Is a folkentide wreath. In our country, everyone has one over their door in the summer.  It represents the other half of the cycle of our land, when we are grateful for the few warm days we have.  This, too, bears my mother's magic, that it remain ever bright for you.   Furthermore, the flowers may be plucked and the fruit eaten, and you will find within a fortnight that they will have grown back for you."

He hands this off to a maid, and pulls one last gift. This one looks fairly mundane by comparison; a clear bottle with a rich amber liquid inside.

"This, lord governor, is a very special brandy from our land. It is a honey cordial, made from the royal nectar of a Honey Bee hive that has resided on my family's estate for four hundred years.  Only one bottle is made every year. The Honey Bees there are different from the ones upon the mainland; their nectar comes from a flower that blooms only upon the mountain that is my mother's palace.  Very little of it is made, and it has the most curious properties.  Because it is rife with the magic of my mother the Queen, its flavors change with the seasons, and only the Bees know what it may bring.  It also is the most calming balm; it will bring peace without drunkenness.  The Bees do not know why this is, but they suspect that it has to do with my mother's magic." He hands the last gift over.