Legend of Ransera

For the past few seasons Dakkur pretty much had the run Zaichaer, so to speak, as neither he nor his aunt had much to ask of one another most of the time; the rarity of a request from her such as this one therefore was something he would of course pay attention to and endeavor to fulfill to the best of his ability. However a social gathering, even if it was a party to be enjoyed, was beyond his purview and he brought attention to that fact by pointing out to his aunt he was the more reserved sort who enjoyed his own company. If that was not enough, there was the obvious question of what was he going to talk about with the elite and influential of Zaichaer. History? Well she got him there but even in that subject, his knowledge looked towards the east of the region rather than the city itself- a city he had no other interest with other than being a convenience to him. The idea of getting an in with the professors was an idea he was not adverse to however, in contrast to his aunt's request; he only needed to show his face at the party so it would not seem as though she herself had the intention to skip the event.

She reminded him in parting some points on not sticking out like a sore thumb in such a setting while getting along with the other guests and, getting distracted by everything new he saw. It was also important to remind him to not make her look bad while he was there on her behalf and then, some other things which he thought was already obvious. Subjects like the current affairs of the city, other than the obvious looming overhead, and etiquette were far too much to stuff into him under such short notice and he was only given some notes to use- just some so he does not get overwhelmed and confused. Going through his instructions right until the end being his priority and, something he wanted to conclude, even the sight of the limping moratallen was something which could easily be missed and soon forgotten as Dakkur quickly fulfilled his obligations in making his brief introductions with the hostess Mrs. Fletcher, passing over the appreciation and gift of his aunt and then, making his way over towards the garden which he would stay at thereafter.

Not being in his element it was not like Dakkur was paying attention to every single gathering going on nor was he familiar with every, or in his case any, face he saw or names he heard around him; his own interests were more than sufficient to keep him occupied in the garden with the professors which were brought in as he tried to learn a little more about the Greater Institute and their activities and, sigh, the history of the city itself since that was the obvious reason those people had been gathered at all. However the character of some of the conversations he could hear around him changed and looking at the reason he could see why- not. To him it was just another group in all pageantry so- oh. Even he had heard of the new Undersecretary appointment, his aunt made sure of that much to point out all the opportunities he could still have in Zaichaer even as a non human. Maybe he should ask the man for some tips.

Although the group was already quite sizable so he decided he could always wait for some other chance and instead continued talking with the professors he was with, slowly changing the subject to what could be the new norm of the city since there was now a non human holding such a nice position compared to how it was in the past- had there been any attempts like that before and how did those turn out were but some of the questions he asked. This inevitably led to the subject of the former monarchy and the old families of Zaichaer, some which still existed to this day like their hosts, as suggested by the clothes of one of the Undersecretary's company. This led to Dakkur learning a little more about the identities of the other members of the groupwhich turned out to be quite the ensemble especially in those thought to be representative of the new guard of the city.

Which soon led his conversation with the scholars to some more interesting topics of what the future could hold, although it also was noticeable to him to be a subject they were more guarded about talking compared to the history they were allowed to so freely share about earlier.