At a time that is conveniently free for Rory, Zariya will approach him in person at a location convenient for both of them. She approaches him with a tight smile, but offers a friendly greeting nonetheless. "Well met, cousin. I wish to have some words with you."

Zariya finds Rory down at the seafront of the Horns of Hathor. He's seated on a low stone wall, making some rough sketches of the docks. At Zariya's approach, he stuffs the sketches in a folder. He stands at her greeting, then sits back down and shucks off his rope sandals. "I'm all ears," he says warily. He looks a bit harried. "If it's a message from grandfather, I'm working diligently on whatever it is he wants me to work faster on."

Zariya nods, any sort of smile vanishing from her face like magic, "That is well. You should work hard; it is expected of you from our honored grandfather." She pauses, looking at his reaction before moving on.

"However, that is not why I am here. Your table manners are atrocious, like a pig. You need to account yourself well now, *Prince*," she says, coldly and rather harshly...with emphasis on Prince. "Grandfather would be very upset, and doubtless, he would not bother himself with such a trivial detail of a pig like yourself, but you had best sharpen your manners, and stop scratching yourself with your left hand..for starters."

Rory's eyes narrow. Then they flick, looking off at some point beyong Zariya's shoulder.

Before he can voice an angry objection, or any sort of objection at all, she adds in a concilatory voice, "However, if you would like, I would not object to teaching you the correct way to conduct yourself at a meal."

Rory stares into empty space for a few more seconds. Zariya can almost hear the wheels spinning in his head. Then he emits a dry, rusty chuckle. "Blatant...," he mutters, "unless he *wanted*...now *that's* devious...heh heh heh." He looks back to Zariya and grins broadly. His eyes glitter with amusement. "Certainly," he says. "How about in the Officer's Club here? At, say, six tomorrow evening?"

She gives him a crisp nod, as if she expected his answer all along. "That will do well, though it may take several lessons." She gives him a brief, tight smile and inclines her head slowly. "I take my leave of you, cousin. I will see you tomorrow night."

With that, Zariya walks off.

This text is copyright © Lana Gjovig and Paul Schaefer; "Amber" is copyright © Roger Zelazny; "Amber" the diceless RPG is copyright © Phage Press. No copyright infringement is intended.

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