Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200912011921

"If I may, your highness..."

Cirelle speaks before Finn can respond to Benko. He nods, giving his assent. Cirelle floats forward and addresses Benko. White mist drapes her body and cascades to the floor, its frigid aura coiling around the ankles of the assembled before it dissipates.

"Your assumption is correct, eminence, but there is a reason. The jar you hold contains what is referred to as 'royal cordial.'  It is the product of the Queen herself, from a process of refinement and distillation taking months, sometimes much longer.  While I will not bother you with the details at present, I can tell you that the cordial is never the same from batch to batch.  It is something the Queen normally gifts to those who find her favor, and so is not given casually.  Because we consider her small hold as part of our larger kingdom, we believed it only just that she be allowed to represent herself, and she readily and happily donated."

Just behind her, Arlmar, attempting to maintain a stoic demeanor, clandestinely lifts his right foot and shakes it a bit, attempting to throw off the effects of Cirelle's mist as it chills his ankles.