[Oh, that's the Altus, isn't it? Krem stands a bit straighter, looking away for a moment. He could remember boys like Dorian, ones he was always told to be pleasant and demure for, to hopefully charm his family's way into nobility. No one as high up on the ladder as House Pavus, but nouble enough to count when your family was trying to avoid slavery.
It's nothing personal, but he finds himself uncertain. When he finally speaks, it's in Tevene, a language he hasn't spoken in some time but he could never forget- it was the language that narrated his own thoughts, after all.]
Dorian of House Pavus, correct?
[And then he feels almost unsure, knowing that the way he strung his words and his accent marked him as a commoner.]
hello. :>
It's nothing personal, but he finds himself uncertain. When he finally speaks, it's in Tevene, a language he hasn't spoken in some time but he could never forget- it was the language that narrated his own thoughts, after all.]
Dorian of House Pavus, correct?
[And then he feels almost unsure, knowing that the way he strung his words and his accent marked him as a commoner.]