“Only those who show that they need something broken among their skulls.” Ja’ta’u matches her sly grin as he takes a bite of his food. “I wonder if we will hear stories of him breaking things over the heads of others while working with us.” “And what of the man you left behind?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I am sure that we all have some accident-” his nose scrunches up at the word- “to atone for.” “Circumstances of life,” Ja’ta’u responds. “Now, what would you need to be forgiven for?” I will admit that selfishness keeps me bound to my family name.” “Ja was my late father’s nickname, and “ta’u” is only a prayer of forgiveness. “If you will excuse my curiosity,” Y’shtola starts as they sit over a meal, “why Ja’ta’u?” “Of course- Y’shtola, was it? I would be delighted to treat you to a meal.” He stares at the coinpurse for a few moments before putting it behind his back it disappears in a flash of aether, there’s not a pocket on the tights he wears. “I will not accept your coin,” she says, handing it back to him, “but I would enjoy learning more about my newest colleague in such a lavish place, Ja’ta’u.” She calmly scans him, noticing that he’s physically holding his tail still. “Promise not to say anything,” he starts, voice low, “and we will go to the Gold Saucer on my own purse whenever you want to.” A somewhat heavy coinpurse is placed in her hand. He ends up pulling her aside after making a few flirtatious comments to Thancred (another sign she’s correct, will wonders ever cease) with cautious steps. By the way he straightens up and nervously pulls at the hard-leather harness he’s wearing tells her that he knows that she knows. The moment she perceives him, she knows that he is the runaway heir. She’ll learn whenever she meets the man for the first time. Y’shtola wonders how much this Ja’ta’u fellow knows about the current whispers. There are rumors that his exploits were tearing a rift between him and his mother, but for it to fester until Elu’to stole away in the middle of the night? The surviving son.” Not much is known about the man, Elu’to, other than the facts that he is the oldest child and he is known to be, in his own words, least likely to actually run the business. “Or,” Y’shtola muses out loud, walking back to her room, “it was helmed by Elu and all of her children. It is currently helmed by Elu Braithw’it, the matriarch of the tribe, and her three children: a surviving son and two daughters. The Keeper of the Moon clan is known for their prowess and success in business, being independent and wealthy fashion merchants. The Braithw’it name, the whole family, is an influential one in many Miqo’te circles. The prefix and the suffix tend to not exist in general Miqo’te culture the use of both suggests that this man is born to a person of both tribes the Braithw’it name… When Y’shtola read the missive about who was next to be recruited for the scions, her head tilted.

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