As the black clad man leans in so close his hilt digs into his leg, Manon can barely hear him whisper "nithfa ralthi aga ils caat" while the baritone voice he have heard before in his head queries "And did you as well have Beren fetch provisions for my horse, my captain? Else I shall have to pause where I would rather make haste." The rich speech holds an amused yet sincere tone, again contrasting with the Bass monotone of Kai's speaking voice. Answering, thinking, Manon replies "Kai, my dear Kai. Either I am getting old and forgetful or... " sighing deeply the count continues "No, the answer is no and I should have know better. Beren have not bought provisions for yer horse. And I dare not trust Quill to provide for our horses as well as for us all." Calling out to for Beren to come closer the count orders Beren "Beren, fast and go not inside the gates, get provisions for our good Kai's horse" Again turning towards Kai the golden circlet around Manon's head glitters in the bright blue sky "Dax, what do you make of him? And the price, is it negotiated already?"Return...