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All messenger birds/private conversations/amulet communications may be directed to Nahyuta here!

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[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta's voice comes across as clearly as it does wanly.]

I have been asked to inform you that you are an old man.

voice;

[ephemerous]

I-- I beg your pardon?

[Nahyuta hopes he misheard that, or this is supposed to mean something profound that he just hasn't explained yet. But no, it literally just sounds like he's being called an old man.]

[tekhartha]

An old man. By royal decree, as a matter of fact.

[ephemerous]

[There's a groan that's audible even through the link, along with the uncomfortably warm sensation of Nahyuta's embarrassment.]

Rayfa... [It has to be Rayfa. There's no way Dhurke would do something like that.] Dare I ask why she has decided I should know this?

[tekhartha]

[cheerily] Indeed. The fault lies entirely with me, I am afraid- I had the poor judgement to refer to you as a "young man". Her Benevolence did not take kindly to the description.

[ephemerous]

[siiigh] I do not think there is much she takes kindly to about me.

Please disregard any such requests of hers in future, Zenyatta. You are not one of her subjects, therefore she has no authority to give you orders.

[tekhartha]

[Though he does not quite laugh this time it's there in his voice nonetheless, bubbling up between his words.]

Fear not. I am not so easily commanded- but I could not resist making an exception for this particular instance. [then, more gently:] Give her time.

[ephemerous]

[There's a long sigh on his end. Even patience like Nahyuta's has its limits.]

I am trying.