[Allegiance] Money Talks

Henley seemed to have timed things with a lot of formal back and forth, with Squire Piper in a kokoshnik and a wreath of pearls adorning the pauldrons overtop of a nearly transparent dress of mist. Squire Carr was been proper armour as well, though likely of his colleague's design for ceremonial purposes. Even under the heavier Hedgespun, the Dancer still moved in an uncanny manner, with the metal having a hypnotic clink that followed an unspoken tempo. He was warm in his welcome, and seemed happy for the break to accommodate the Ogre's business.

Nimbus himself had motifs of slicing wind patterned into iridescent plate that seemed to swirl on its own accord. "Oh, it's Nate!" the Knight cheered, removing his helm. The cool, saturated air diffuses in a lull of fractured spectrums the cuts off the rest of the carousing in an ephemeral, muffling curtain. Light dances through pollen motes of an unseen forest as beads of moisture started to bead. The rest of the world feels distant, now, and the roar of the falls was a little distracting.

At the mention of a vassalage, the Elemental blinked in dulled surprise, before the pearl of his teeth showed in a genuine grin. "I figured you would be swearing to Sir Chugunkin, but I suppose the water's getting a little murky this year." He rose out of the chair, mist rolling with him in whirling eddies as he placed a hand on the Ogre's shoulder.

"Par l'autorité de la Couronne de Ramure, I promise to foster an oasis for those sworn to me who are seeking sanctuary and provide new possible futures."

It was short and to the point, but packed with guaranteed boons and protections of the rich gandharva. There was more meaning to the term 'oasis' when the court was feuding with one another, with a large chunk of Emeralds outside the central realm of Philicia's fiefdoms.