She has travelled a long way. Her horses are weary, her guards are dusty from the road, and her brightly-covered caravan is piled high. Silver loops gleam in her ears as she beckons you forward to show her wares.
Two spotty-faced apprentices bring forth samples: fiercely-painted ceramics and bright fabric from the eastern ports. "Your Grace must have the first choice of these improbable luxuries. It is your unquestioned right! See, are they not splendid? Wonders like this adorn the finest parlors in Val Royeaux. I must confess: the journey was not easy. I do not know when - or if! - I will return. Who knows when Serault will see such marvels again?"
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