Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

Oh? His red-brown ears perked and his nose tips up with interest. I wouldn't object to that. How very kind of you. Another smile. He wouldn't imagine that finding palm fronds would be high on the two do list for the medic, though Naberius had no intention of stopping he nor the fellahin if they had a willingness to do it. 

He is quiet a moment, thinking back on the den-sites and chambers of home, where the areas were mostly lined with palm fronds as ground cover. 

Her body is thin and long as she sits straight and proper before him. Her eyes inviting, wanting for him to look. They did not shy away with the same innocence as @Inji had. His eyes trailed the length of the black undersides of her figure and down to the board. Only a few times before, though it has been quite a long while... His interests had always pulled him far away from this, but not from games entirely. 

Prince, you say... His eyes moved back up to her. He was Lord here, after all. Naberius became more curious. What else have you heard of me?