Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-28358106-20200905025514

Finn's smile is genuine, and his grip strong, despite his age. He returns Benko's gesture.

"I understand! Let every man protect his home as he sees.  I feel this will be a good opportunity for all of us, governor.  Frossenbjan has long been an isolated country, yet we are masters of the plain and sea.  Trade would be a welcome thing for us.  Speaking of such things..."

He releases his grip. "In my country, it is an ancient tradition that one who visits another's home when invited brings gifts for their host. In our language,  we call it giving "güldentide."  I hope you do not mind?"

His hands on his waist, the young prince more than looks the part of his heritage, but his boyish charm still shines through. Where the cynical might see naivete, another would see the optimism of youth, and with it, earnestness.

Hyngwar's eyes stay locked to Augustine, meeting the unspoken challenge. For those few moments, the contest between them grows, until Evelyn complements the group. Hyngwar's attention swivels forward, and with it, her own peculiar, but genuinely friendly, smile. It is lopsided and broad, and something of a reflection of her own personality, despite her heavy accent.

"Du aer kind to say so, min däme. By alle means, aske."