Meeting Lady Cypress was an intresting experence for August. Almost every noble he had met in the past had this air about them of unearned confidence. They had access to everything they needed to look the part, but most of it felt fake to August. Well maybe fake wasn't the right word.

Textbook seems more apt...

Despite or in oppisiton to the standard Textbook authority most nobles seemed to give off, Lady Cypress seemed a realistic example of a noble.

"Good Healer, August. I am Barrioness Anastasia Cypress. It is a pleasure to meet your aquantence." and with that, Barrioness Cypress nodded her head to August. It took every nervous neuron in his head to keep his jaw closed. That seemed a wildly inaproprate reaction to a common healer.

"M'lady Cypress. I am August of Coldrift." August said, bowing. This wasn't exactly true. It was maybe the better part of 4 years ago when August woke up inbetween the monastery nation of Nathills and the city of Coldrift dressed in his pjamas and very confused. Thankfully, August wore fairly sencable looking Pjamas that day. Avid reader and adaptable to what seemed like noncense at the time, August managed to trade his PJs for a set of travel ready clothes, travel rations, and some extra coin to boot. The people of Coldrift thought him a monk leaving the monastery, and monastery clothing apparently fetched a high price.

"Though, I haven't been home in a good while." He finished his bow, and looked to Lady Cypress.

She was eyeing him, something about August clearly caught her eye. Her face said she was considering something.

Pleasure to meet your aquentance, August Of Coldrift. My husband, Barrion Orwell Cypress, wishes to aquire the services of a healer- Such as yourself- on a retainer payment basis. If such an offer intrests you, It is my curent duty to collect and bring you to Lord Cypress. Do you have an intrest in this offer?" She asked, her speach sounding praticed.

"Yes, Mistress Cypress." August said, bowing slightly. "It would be my honor."

"Good. Reese if you'd please." Lady Cypress guestured to the door. Reese, ever the apparent duitful servant, opened the door and helped Lady Cypress into the carrage then climbed inside himself. August begain to look around, feeling a pinch awkward.

"Well, healer?" Lady Cypress peered at August, "We've got little time."

Taking that as an invitation, August climbed into the carrage. He slid into the seat next to Reese, propriety stating it would've been frowned upon to sit next to Lady Cypress.

The ride was totally not stressful. Totally. August was fine the whole time. Eventually, after asking Lady Cypress if he may be excused to do some work, August took his book out.

When August first woke up on the Isle, he thought using a cypher for his notes was a good idea. To his credit, it allows him to keep his paitents information secret.

Using a Tic-Tac-Toe Cypher made his notes look like giborish, but giborish he had grown to read and memorize. As he turned pages, August saw Reese stealing glances. Simple lines and dots make up an easy to write and read text.

August took a lose piece of paper from his bag, and began writting on it.

"Is that writting? What language is it?" Reese said. August handed him the sheet of paper. He had written the alphabet.

"Twenty five, twenty six... Is that Yoilesh?" Reese asked

"Yes it is! I can speak it as well, it is very cool!"

While August's Yoilesh wasn't the best, his skills were enough to draw a gleam out of Reese's eyes. Reese took a short breath, then responded in the same language:

"I know a good amount, it is cool to talk to you!"

August smiled. He looked up then and caught Lady Cypress's eyes. She was looking at him inquisitively. August suspected she either did not speak Yoilesh, or did not hear what they had said.

What ever the case, Lady Cypress kept her eyes on August for the rest of the carrage ride that day.