The Han empire. Have you not heard of it, girl? It is known throughout the land as a powerful nation, with great heroes as generals and tacticians to serve the Emperor.
[When Merida claps her hands, Zhang Liao's eyes widens a little. Her childish manner takes him by surprise; most children were tense and wary when around his presence. If they couldn't avoid him then they would keep their eyes to the ground, mumble their respects, before trying to slink away. It is good to not be known and feared by the young. He finds himself smiling a little, despite the situation.
You have good spirit and you have courage and determination. It is a pity that you were born a girl and not a boy.
[Fate and destiny...his smile slipped back into his usual stern frown but not because she offended him. It is merely because he too has been plagued with thoughts of his own fate. To walk the path of the warrior is the destiny he chooses for himself, but when that destiny results in death and destruction for others, is the price truly worth it?
He's brooding again, and slipping out of the conversation. Not desiring to be rude he quickly snaps himself out of it and returns to her introduction. As he abruptly realises though that she is no mere peasant girl, but a firstborn of some noble house, he quickly switches his demeanour to something a bit more respectful, saluting her immediately.]
Well met, Lady Merida DunBroch. Forgive me for my earlier insolence, I had not known that you were of noble blood.
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[When Merida claps her hands, Zhang Liao's eyes widens a little. Her childish manner takes him by surprise; most children were tense and wary when around his presence. If they couldn't avoid him then they would keep their eyes to the ground, mumble their respects, before trying to slink away. It is good to not be known and feared by the young. He finds himself smiling a little, despite the situation.
You have good spirit and you have courage and determination. It is a pity that you were born a girl and not a boy.
[Fate and destiny...his smile slipped back into his usual stern frown but not because she offended him. It is merely because he too has been plagued with thoughts of his own fate. To walk the path of the warrior is the destiny he chooses for himself, but when that destiny results in death and destruction for others, is the price truly worth it?
He's brooding again, and slipping out of the conversation. Not desiring to be rude he quickly snaps himself out of it and returns to her introduction. As he abruptly realises though that she is no mere peasant girl, but a firstborn of some noble house, he quickly switches his demeanour to something a bit more respectful, saluting her immediately.]
Well met, Lady Merida DunBroch. Forgive me for my earlier insolence, I had not known that you were of noble blood.