As Melodia's chastisement turned rightfully angry, Coatleque was already pinching her nose with closed eyes and a furrowed brow. Shaking her head, she lowered her hand and looked at the woman with as much of an apologetic smile she could muster. "Apologies, Miss D'janz. Perhaps I should start over. I am Lady Coatleque Crofte of her Resplendence's royal guard." For a brief instant, she thought she could feel Sergeant Melkire laughing at her from the shadows.
"My intent was not to deceive you, Sergeant, if you can believe that. Her Grace has many agents about. We are, by and large, not seen outside of our own borders. We tend to draw the wrong type of attention when our presence is known. I fear we have now begun our acquaintance on a rather awkward foot. I pray you do not let this tarnish your perception of Ul'dah."
She turned back to Aya with a more genuine smile and a nod of agreement. "I had not expected to see you here as well, Aya."
"My intent was not to deceive you, Sergeant, if you can believe that. Her Grace has many agents about. We are, by and large, not seen outside of our own borders. We tend to draw the wrong type of attention when our presence is known. I fear we have now begun our acquaintance on a rather awkward foot. I pray you do not let this tarnish your perception of Ul'dah."
She turned back to Aya with a more genuine smile and a nod of agreement. "I had not expected to see you here as well, Aya."
