- Cyrus and Topaz (C)

Cyrus: So, uh... never talked to you ever since you've ended up here with me.

Topaz: You are a disaster when off of your horse. Tell me, how did you function prior to your capture?

Cyrus: Well, for one, I was born and raised on a saddle. Typical Battu custom. We lived and died by our horses, with the whole Battu Steppe making this whole place feel cramped in comparison. Us of the Golden Horde never had to contend with things like buildings and castles during our travels. We only had to deal with two things; merchants and rival tribes.

Topaz: I take it that the former are of the Almyran ilk?

Cyrus: Pretty much. Hell, my mother kidnapped one of them and that man became my father... out of the three.

Topaz: Your people practice polygamy?

Cyrus: Us of Battu don't judge, only that they provide, and my mother even let my father take over her position just so that she can go back to fighting on the frontlines, and my father proved to be a good leader, all things considered, with how our people managed to not die as much thank in part to his navigational skills around the Steppe. Heck, the whole "sea of grass"? My father memorized the whole place like the back of his hand. ... I really miss my plains and family... Anyway, I have to ask, what's your family like?

Topaz: No comment.

*Topaz smokes out*

Cyrus: ... Never took her for the shy type.