In the process of trying to explain the social stratification of my homeland, I fear that I have gravely insulted Lady Mythos through my ignorance of Amber, her homeland. It is possible that this realm is populated by the Azmaraan, fierce woman warriors that inhabit several islands far to the southeast of Solamnia, and that Lady Mythos and her mother, Lady Sarah, are both descended from that tribe. Lady Mythos argued forcefully that she and all of her gender were powerful beings, as strong as any man. I could only cite the example of my homeland, in which the opposite was true.
But then I thought of Kitiara, one of Lord Gunthar's nemeses from the Wars of the Lance. Outwardly, she was beauteous; inside, she was as cold, cunning and calculating as any general. Lady Mythos, with her raven tresses, crooked smile, and fierce emotions, could pass as her daughter.
Sadly, I fear I will not get the chance to apologize and to tell her about that woman she resembles so, as my path leads away from Amber, and I cannot say that I'm not happy for that. A land ruled by a tyrant, with a possible army of savages... for Lady Mythos to suggest I was related to this "family" made every noble drop of blood in my body run cold. She could not understand the pride and honor with which my mother and father wear their blood -- the Briarmoor family runs back thirteen generations, uth Wistan even further than that -- and if it was ever learned that I was not pure in the old blood... well, the executions had been stopped by Lord Gunthar, but the shame was discredit the family greatly, with myself as the focus.
Besides, I was not certain that this family was not involved somehow in the disappearance of mother. Lady Mariah, she of the strange, sparkling eyes, held my hand softly and smiled a disconcerting smile, agreeing to help me track Mother's captors down. She is a lovely lass, but she carries an odd air about her -- I fear she has dabbled more than a bit in the magical arts. And the Lady Sarah, she of the tongue-sharper-than-Lady-Mythos's, is riding with us as well. Perhaps she can send my apology back with her when we part ways, and Mother and I return home.
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