Neria listened, parsing through what Kell did not quite say. Differently, not badly. But there was something derogatory in the way he said prize. Kell had lived his life in a unique way that Neria had not completely understood. He was seen as brother to the prince but not related; he was protector and Antari. Useful, marked. Blessed or cursed. Aven.

"I don't know your culture. What I did tonight could have very easily gotten me into a great deal of trouble. I don't...want my actions to reflect poorly on you, Kell, nor do I want to give the wrong impression to the people who matter." The King and Queen, the potential allies they were trying to secure.

"What do I need to know for tomorrow, so I can act accordingly?"