#{{ And probably a little out there... butIhaven'twrittenDWinalongtimeimsorry. }}

[loyalartist]

Goblets clank together, haphazardly held between the gloved fingers of a single hand as the other supported slightly more than a healthy amount of wine. Perhaps, it had been intended to share with several men - but it would be used to toast just one other. Ma Dai swept through guards, dismissing their attempts to announce his presence - ignoring their pleas for propriety and upholding standards. It seemed, from what he could see, that what the Prime Minister suggested had been correct, not that his word was to be doubted. It appeared that despite the alliances alleged between their homelands, that little remained in the way of strong foundation between them. Empty promises, ill-reigned tempers, fabricated kindness to veil insults as a result of many of the wrong-doings of both factions. Should another see through the facade- .. well, at this point, at least, Shu would be decimated. Wu- ... would certainly fall not long after. Hours were poured into suggestions, months into attempts to truly mend their bonds - all resulting in his exhaustion with the matter and a proposition of his own. Years of fighting between forefathers would not be overlooked without taking the first step to friendship - and not seeking anything of it. With leave from Zhuge Liang, he made the request to his Lord, and on his way he went.

"My Lord!" He called in a carefree manner as he wandered the length of the hall. "Lord Sun Quan!" He now shouted, a joyful smile plastered upon his lips as he raised the items he held. "Ma Dai, subordinate of Zhuge Liang is here! .. I bring a gift for you!" Though, he seemed to think better of this proclamation. "Ah... But if Lord Zhang Fei is to ask anything about it.. I wasn't involved. Alright?" He saluted, awkwardly managing the goblets he held. "We don't need formalities.. come! Have a drink with me."