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[ The feed begins rather abruptly, blinking from black to blessed color near-instantaneously. Standing before what appears to be a desk of some sort before what may very well be a wall of one of the many rooms of the inn in Narshe by the looks of it is none other than the very same previously indignant lady knight who debuted upon the network five days ago; though, any visible trace of said lady knight's prior indignation and overall displeasure has long since been ousted from her expression. The first rays of light have only just entered the room through a nearby window and cast themselves upon the corner in which she stands, lending the blond, the desk, and the mirror atop the desk at her left a soft, golden aura. Agrias is calm, composed, awake and alert, fully dressed, and ready to begin the day despite the early hour because she is. That much, if not clear, may very well become clear as she opens her mouth and speaks ever formally. ]

To those who bore witness to the unsightly behavior captured by this machine some five days past, I offer my humblest apologies. To give you reason for my behavior at that time would be to give you naught but excuses and so, I shall refrain. In place of these, I give you my word that it shall not happen again. Question it you may, for I am a stranger, and this I understand all too well, but know you also that this stranger would prove first her word by her actions. Such is my station. Whatever realm I may walk, it does not change.

There is another matter to which I would draw your attention. Prior to Ser Gabranth's prompt retrieval of my person from this region's wilderness --

[ Although she reaches blindly for the mirror, she finds it as easily as though she had looked when she reached for it. She extends the mirror beyond the sunlight's reach and to the audience. Its casing is red, bright and beautiful -- a shade that appeals to the eye. Upon the casing is an inscription easily read by the audience at that proximity: 'My power is protected high atop a fiery mountain.' Furthermore, the mirror is in pristine condition. ]

-- I happened upon this item held fast by the ice and snow. I know not to whom it belongs, nor how it came to be here, and the townspeople I've asked share my predicament. With the blessings of Lord Larsa and Ser Gabranth, I would see this item returned to its rightful owner. Any assistance offered is appreciated, particularly in relation to the identity and location of the mirror's owner.

[ She pauses now, almost thoughtfully. The mirror has been lowered for some seconds now, held with due care by her gloved hands. ]

Mind, the only compensation I can assure you is my thanks and perhaps that of the owner. Should there be a monetary reward, it shall be split evenly between all involved parties. Be aware, though, that it is not my intention to ask for any such reward.

[ The knight inclines her head towards the audience -- ]

Thank you for your time.

[ -- and the feed cuts out. ]

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[ It's likely a very good thing that they are communicating using the machine's voice function and not its video function as Agrias' expression is quite visibly upset. The society of the Ivalice she knows is strict about people's adherence to formalities, and knights expected to be stricter still about such things. That she should call him by his given name, and so soon is... something she resolves to avoid and mostly mask first and foremost. Better to contemplate how best to respond than to allow words at random out of her mouth. ]

There is no need to apologize, ser. None whatsoever. I fear, though, that I know naught of the Archadian nobility. The Ivalice from whence I hail is in fact a kingdom united, Ivalice being the name she proudly bears. From her nobility do I hail; though... if you speak of the Ivalice from whence Marquis Ondore and a majority of others to whom I've spoken do hail, there may yet be some connection yet to be ascertained.

[ And here she pauses, entirely uncertain as to how to proceed with her inquiry. Rarely is it that she is caught off-guard about such matters, but this Lord Larsa has more than managed the task. What surprise now tinges her tone betrays her and the near-unfamiliar state in which she has found herself. Her tone, too, betrays a gentle curiosity distinct in that, while gentle, it lacks what appall should be innate. (On the contrary, it's almost... refreshing, this change, if not somewhat boggling -- not to mention forbidden by social rules -- to the lady knight's mind.) To address one by his or her given name is to address him or her familiarly after all and she is... quite certain that they are not familiar with one another. The continued formality within his speech, too, is indicative of a greater rank. (Perhaps she should have asked Ser Gabranth over what Larsa Ferrinas Solidor lords. Unfortunately, it is a bit late to do so now.) ]

Ah... you are certain? Regarding your given name, that is.

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I must confess these names to be foreign to me. The kingdom of my birth did hold me fast before Gaia saw fit to claim my person. The most prominent nations with which I am familiar are Romanda to the north beyond the Rhana Strait and Ordallia, which lies to the west. Ivalice herself has called the headland of the westernmost part of the continent home for some generations... since she was united under the noble House Aktascha, now her Crown. In the distant past, war saw her turn inward, even more so now.

[ She pauses a brief moment, considering his words. ] Though it is tempting to forsake my station regarding the matter, I would earn that honor. [ That might be something like a smile spreading across her face, seeping into her voice and tone; though, she is not particularly quick to notice and correct it. ] Perhaps in time, Lord Larsa.