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[Loras appears in the locket, his hair a mess of golden curls. He has started to grow some facial hair now, it seems. It makes him appear older. It's him attempting something to appear more worthy of the position he finds himself in, now.

There is some false cheer in him, now, but unless they know him, they most likely won't see it. He has been playing this charm game is entire life, after all. How many people know his true self here, these days?]

My name is Loras Tyrell; many of you know me already, but I wished to extend a welcome to all of those you who have newly arrived. I know that it can be difficult to adjust, but many people here will be willing to assist you, if you only ask for it.

On that note, let me extend you all a welcome to the Cothromach. We are a city in the Spineback Mountains, not entirely far from Caer Glaem.

[He realizes he hasn't spoken to everyone since Sansa left, since the meeting of the Shields, so he must--]

The city's ruler recently left, and I will be ruling now, in her stead.

[Margaery would be laughing, right now, if she could see him.]

Now that I will be spending most of my time in Cothromach, I need to find someone to take over my position at the White Tower. It functions as one of the first line of defense for Caer Glaem; an outlook, to watch for any possible dangers. If any of you would like the position, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Also,

[He sighs, his charm faltering for a moment.]

I confess that I will need assistance while we transition. I have many wonderful advisers, but if any of you newcomers have political talent, I would like to speak with you.

Where I come from, many rulers have small councils. I would like to institute that, for Cothromach.

I am not so prideful not to know to ask for help, when needed.

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[ Maybe people would find her less surprising if she tried to speak like the bulk of people here, going on in Old English or close to it, whatever this specific way of talking consisted of. But even as she tried to piece together a way to respond for volunteers as politely as possible, it ended that she resorted to speaking like her usual self: ]

So uh, political talent, huh? [ Kamala nods knowingly, pretending she understood exactly what Loras needed. At least in her world, politicians just made things up as they went along. ] You mean like, negotiations?

...yes, actually.

[...she looks a little young, but who should he be, to judge?]

I confess I am not the best at such things.

[ Wait. He was actually going along with this. Kamala's pitiful attempt at confidence had actually worked, and she stares slack jawed for a quick second before composing herself. ]

Can't you just beat them up? [ She pauses. ] Or wait, is that not people do? [ Another beat, because she can't help herself. ] What kind of negotiations do you need?

[ Clearly she's way in over her head. ]

What is 'beaming' up?

[Loras has no idea what she is talking about.]

Well, apparently the elves are open to negotiations. But that is complicated, I've been told.

You know, whaling on? [ Er. Maybe in retrospect that wasn't a good word choice at all. The guy didn't know what it meant to beat someone up. ] Like, when you fight someone, I mean. Kind of like a battle, but with tons less violence and you hope the other person surrenders.

[ Okay. That was a mouthful, but maybe it got the point across. She was absolutely terrible at this. ]

We have elves here? [ Like Legolas? Be still her fangirl heart. But even as she says that in awe, Kamala can't help but look too enthusiastic. Nevermind that she was woefully underqualified for this, she's momentarily distracted by meeting actual elves for the first time in her life. ]

...I still don't think that makes much sense.

How can you be in a battle without violence? That is what a battle is.

[Oh Loras, you can be so dim sometimes.]

And yes, there are elves here. Though I've never known elves to be anywhere else. Are they common where you come from?

Well, no, that's not what I meant!

[ There she was getting her phrases mixed up. ] I mean, you know - like, blood and violence, sure, but not that much. Ugh, anyway. You want negotiations, without violence, I'm guessing?

[ She brightens up at that. Granted, her latest escapades involved punching robots, but still, there were negotiations involved. Some negotiations at least. ]

And I'm guessing negotiations with elves right? Never had them where I'm from, but I can't imagine they'd be too difficult to talk to. [ She pauses, and then a serious face. ] Do they speak English?

...yes. Since most negotiations should be done without blood and violence.

[This woman's world must be very different from his own...]

What's english?

[The magic of their communicators that allow them to understand all languages.]

They are actually incredibly difficult to deal with, from what I've been told.

[ Kamala realizes belatedly she's in way over her head, too far gone in her attempt to get involved somehow without realizing that there are other cultures here, other people who aren't familiar with the way of life she's from. It's almost embarrassing for her, to come to the same realization she used to have about other people.

She smiles all the same, too determined not to let this awareness deter her from her plans of accomplishing something. ] English? Oh, it's like the main language where I come from. Almost everyone speaks it.

[ Except like that one random uncle, but semantics. ] But if they don't speak English, then maybe I can mime my words. I'm sure I can totally win them over.

[ Like she's won you over Loras, huh? HUH? ]

Well it seems we all speak a common language, through the way the lockets work, or something of that kind.

I frankly don't understand.

[But he doesn't care, either.]

I speak Westerosi, but you seem to understand me well enough.

But yes, perhaps uh...miming would work?

You seem intelligent and charming enough.

[Loras is a horrible judge of character.]

[ Loras you an excellent judge of character in Kamala's world. If this is how you get jobs as an adult, she's completely prepared. She brightens up at the prospect, giving Loras a thumbs up. ]

I totally won't let you down, Mr. Tyrell! Now if I can just... find out where you are and figure out what happens in Cothromach. Getting there is safe, right?

[ She makes a mental note to ask him about Westerosi at some point, just because it sounds interesting to her. ]

It's Ser Tyrell, actually. But you can call me Ser Loras. [Haha.]

Yes, getting here is relatively safe. If you are concerned, I can send some guards to escort you here.

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