Phate sat at the tavern reading a book on aristocracy called "Surviving the ball"- a guide to keep the reader aware for signs of betrayal. When he glanced up and turned stark white seeing blue eyes inches from his of just the other side of the literature. "Hello Phate, it's not often anyone sneaks up on you, good book?". Phate still settling his beating heart swallowed before attempting to speak. "Who.." "Let's just say I knew your father and came to look after you." Phate struggling to comprehend the wording with adrenaline still pumping through his chest, wisely remained quiet until he could comprehend the situation. "Here let me get that for you, and please remove your hand from your dagger." He blushed deeply and for once was at a complete loss of words, thoughts, or tact as he realized his hand had indeed searched out his dagger, and in doing so his book lay forgotten soaking in his now spilt ale. The girl reached for the book paying off to the side, walked up to the bar and moments later returned with two rags and fresh ale. "While I did hope to suppose you when I finally shown myself I was hoping the meeting would benefit us both, for you to gain information and possibly more, for me… well I have my reasons. My name is Elly, and your not the first Phate I've known of, but you are the one most estranged from the family to the point of never knowing them. The other Phate, was my half brother, and he died quite recently recently." Phate looked confused by this news and ran a hand back through his hair, and removing his good by mistake. "And you are without a doubt his perfect copy, minus a little muscle."." What makes you think I'd believe any of this." She smiled, before batting her eyes and replying almost seductively "It's what family's do, they trust each other." .... The meeting went well into the next morning before they both decided they could trust one another enough to meet again regularly. Her motives left unknown to all but herself, and his seeing a path to possible information. Phate, being unaccustomed to blind trust, still didn't know what to think of her request for it, but tested the waters as skittishly as a cat around water after being dropped into a wash basin as a kitten.