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The embodiment of disciplined and regal upbringing shall ratify their significance in the eyes of another; words denude a serene, mannerly discourse that Narsus has only hearken behind the royal walls of embellished gold in days of past. However, surprise garners his attention when she offered him her meager amount of  £6, seen as gratification for the silver pieces he has dispense to slake her want for the fondling fowl. To a noble ( a  shahrdaran, to be exact  ) such as Narsus, of course, such paltry quantum of pelf amounts to naught but coins dispensable to local market streets, but such words may never honour the chance to make their depart from his tongue.

          “Should I opt to surrender and accept your ... gift, where would you go once we both make our depart, with neither money or name? Surely you do not warrant the bird will bring you fortune?”  A tease -- a compliment in Narsus’ opinion, to the humble nature braced with naive persona, the girl was no wolf in sheep’s skin; his instincts had weathered through the worse and indulged in the finest. On such occasions, lonesomeness is a dastardly thing -- for a radiant city such as Gilan ( where men such as Shagad subsists as the upper-hand in monopolistic economy, women and children such as herself would fall beneath the unfortunate caste ).   

          “As for losing the fowl --- I will be honest, beasts that are born wild should be left alone, nevertheless purchase it from a merchant who claims to harvest them from the East plains; you should not have bought it. But I do suppose now that it is yours, it will acknowledge you as its owner if you will have it.”