At some point when Bishop is alone, or close to it, Zairya will approach him.
She will give him a good look over, as if committing his features to memory. Then, she smiles slightly, "So, you are my brother. Tell me about yourself."
"Aye, you be me sis, eh?" Bishop's eyebrows rose for a moment. "A curious little sprite you be, aren't you? And quite direct. Aye, Bishop I am, owner of the White Diamond Horn. If you be a daughter of that man," he pointed to Caine, "than you be right to call me brother and I you sister. And where do you hail from, sis, eh?" Zariya nods her head, "I have the honor of being his child, yes." She frowns slightly, as if annoyed at him doubting her word. Still, she dismisses the frown with another slight smile, "Where I hail from is unimportant. It is the past, and should be set behind me. If you are very curious about it, however, we should talk somewhere else that is not so crowded."
She casts a look around the busy crowd, and refocuses on Bishop again. "What is the White Diamond Horn?" she asks pleasantly.
This text is copyright © Lana Gjovig and Brad Foreman; "Amber" is copyright © Roger Zelazny; "Amber" the diceless RPG is copyright © Phage Press. No copyright infringement is intended.
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