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Oh… Woe. Leana straightens her shoulders, some, and rubs her hands together nervously. She had no idea what most of that meant, but assumed he was important. In some way. Some how. Maybe a prince of his clan?

She cast a quick glance to the second guy, and back to ‘Con’. She searched her brain, for what the name meant. Dad always knows right away… She bows, slightly, “Hello, Brave Counsel.” I hope that’s right. ‘Ram’s Horn’, or ‘Horn’, would be other options… or ‘Pig’s Horn’… or… Brave Counsel was safest. “I am Leana, daughter of Nithel.” She almost says what country she’s from, but decides that might not be safest.

Clans were used in Darya or Kent, right? The Twin Bek States? But… they weren’t advanced enough to have… such a building, as this, right? Maybe Kent was. And how did I get here? *continued running thoughts, but she keeps her mouth shut* Her blue eyes dart from Con, to the other man, back to Con.

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