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Amara flashed her brother a gentle smile as he introduced himself, her gaze flitting back and forth between Calintz and her brother, and ocassionally to Darken, who, instead of moving off to the side as ordered, remained directly behind Calintz. Amara knew that Darken was untrusting of others, and so let him be for the moment, deciding that if in any case, if something should happen, he would be right there to put an end to it. She gave Darken a reassuring yet soft smile as she shared a brief gaze with him. She appreciated his concern for their safety, and nothing she could say to him to express her sincere gratitude for all of the times he had been there to protect either she or her brother, or the both of them when they were together.
Amara then clasped her hands before her, as her gaze rested upon her elder brother who had gone to stand at Calintz's side, and patted the man on the back. Such a gesture was not given often by her brother, and so, brought a kind smile to her lips. When her brother said more trouble was on its way, Amara's expression turned grave as she nodded solemnly.
" Indeed," she spoke in a firm tone, her gaze shifting then to Calintz.
" For the time being...I believe it best...if we give you quarters here in the palace, perhaps off in the guest wing, while we decide our next course of action," Amara informed Calintz, as she her gaze flickered to her brother to see if she had his agreement.
" But for now, why don't you tell us any other information you might have for us," she offered, giving Calintz a brief but reassuring smile. She was all business now. Her mind already raced with a million thoughts that had to be put aside for the time being. The expression upon her face had softened before, but now was once again the mask of the Mother Confessor.
Stepping around to the back of the long table, Amara seated herself at the head chair, the chair created specifically for the Mother Confessor only. Once she was seated, she fixed Calintz with a steady, unwavering glance. Her emerald green orbs had that steely look within them once again.
" As I am sure you are well aware...Calintz, we are at war again, and thus far, this war has not been easy, I am sure you can now imagine the things we will be able to do, having such powerful weapons of the wizards among us once more," Amara paused as she glanced to her brother.
" Brother, I am sure..you know full well the implications this situation implies, the Wizard's sand shall be left in your capable hands," Amara rose from her chair and came around the desk and placed herself at her brother's side, waiting to see if he had anything so say as well.

Darken immediately reached for his belt when he heard the man say he had magic. Realizing his knives were in his room, he reversed the motion, pulling the Agiel away from it's place around his neck and holding it at his side, fire running up his arm as he pulled it to his side, ready to bring it around against the Blade-Master if he so much as gave the Lord Rahl a look Darken didn't like.

He accepted the pain, embraced it, using it to sharpen his focus, and drive Amara from his thoughts, focusing completely on Calintz. The Blade-Masters were skilled fighters. If anything came, it would come fast.

And if it came, the man would be dead before the Lord Rahl even thought to use his Confessor's power on the man.

((Neither. It's Baka Tau Mana. For reference, Chapter 26, Soul of the Fire. The official site has a pretty complete appendix of people and places Here.))

Darken suddenly laughed when Amara spoke of Lord Richard Rahl wanting people to be free, acting as if that could deny the bonds of people bowing before the Lord Rahl. Lord Richard Rahl had been hopelessly naive in that regard, and it seems his daughter at least had followed him in that regard.

He pulled himself back to an emotionless expression, suddenly thinking of how much of the young Rahl's life had been spent in Aydindril, where the idea of "the Midlands" was still given some credit in the Council that helped decide the law D'haran pressed into the countries pulled into the D'haran Empire in the last war with the Imperial Order. He realized how much of his own education had come from his training in D'hara, and suddenly realized how little his own rulers knew of their people, like their father before them.

Calintz looked back at the ever watchful guard, in the red jacket, and seen him holding a red rod. He then remembered Du Chaillu warning him of the weapon, but Calintz also had a defense for the weapon. He turned back to the brother and sister, ignoring the guard. “Yes, it is. The doppelganger was made as a weapon during the Great War, but then sealed away by the Great Barrier. The barrier is down now, forgotten magic are coming awake again, especially ones from the Great War.” He noticed he had gone a little off subject. “A Doppelganger has the ability to make clones of himself for a time, depending on how many clones. It’s a magic used for combat.” He sighed, then went on. “As for the our tribe’s name, your father was our savior and freed us, and after the war insisted we remain whose without masters. After a few years we decided to do as he said, he never knew.”

Calintz then turned to stare directly at Amara. “We know that, but we own a debt to your father. And this is how we chose to repay it.” He then knelt before her. “Please, this is what we want.”

The Agiel that hung from her wrist tapped her hip with a visually decieving gentleness as she shifted her weight to one side, tilting her head to take in the scene before her with blue eyes that flashed with insanity the slightest bit each time the thin red rod touched her. The insanity was mild, and easily guarded after years of practice, but ever present in a situation that was becoming tense as the moments drew on, the Lord Rahl and Darken Meiffert adding to that tenseness while the Mother Confessor opted to be open and friendly with the man before them. By all outward signs the Mord Sith appeared calm, perhaps even serene, maybe calculative and obviously amused by the small battle of wills that was being waged by the three surrounding the foreigner. All seemed fine with her.

That was until the blade-master made a sudden movement.

Before the man's knees touched the ground Nora flicked and spun her Agiel into her hand. It wasn't a move with malevolent intent yet, indeed she had heard his words before he dropped to his knees, and thus opted merely to close the few steps that were left between she and the Mother Confessor, which were only there to allow the woman to comfortably tend to business. The leather of her armored gloves creaked as she tightened her hold on the weapon. Soon realized that everything was still well in hand, but she did not leave Amara's side, nor did her grip on the red weapon slack, even as a natural smirk spread over her lips.

"Somehow, Mother Confessor, I think that IS what they wish, what they choose and what would please them. You're obviously not forcing anything on him." She took on a thoughtful stance, crossing her arms loosely and drawing her Agiel absently, still in her vice grip, down her jaw.