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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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...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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