Synovia x Miro

After breakfast, Syn approaches Miro. "Miro, may I talk to you for a moment?" 

Miro sits in the tavern proper eating his lunch before he must return to the kitchen for the lunch rush.  Miro's face is plastered to a book that speaks of the many cultural differences between goblinkin.  He looks up and dog ears the book and looks to Syn thoughtfully.  "Yes Syn?"  

"I wanted to know what you know of the Jinn?" she looks at Miro thoughtfully and continues, "My father was one and I never met him,and well I don't know what I really am."

Miro sets down his cup and closes the tome he is currently invested in.  He leans back in his chair as he looks up to his brow.  "Hmmmmm..... It is not a topic that I am short on information with (Roll 26 knowledge planes).  I am actually from their chosen home.  First and foremost, it is not jInn, but Janni, Jann if you speak of a specific one."     "As for what else I know and what you really are.  Well that is two different questions Synovia.  The mystery of unravelling one's self is far beyond my ability to put into words.  But much as I told Gildy, You are you, more or less whatever you want to be.  Though whatever that is might have a strong lean towards weilding a sword and protecting those around you, you are still you in all its limitless possiblities."     "As for your father.  I can tell you that his race is unlike most of the Genie in that they are not born of one element but of all four.  In that reguard they are very unique.  That is also why they remain on our plane as they can not sustain themselves on any other due to their mix of elemental affinities.  However due to their particular mix they are also considered the weakest of all the Genie.  They are strong and courageous as humans go but in reguards to their own kind not so much.  I know that they are much like a sword in that they can be very conflicting in nature most time.  On one hand they are seen as very hosipitable and helpful, it is often a blessing to find a Jann hermit in the desert, however they are very quick to insult, and when I say quick I mean Very Quick.  I also know they are fond of their privacy, not tending to remain amoung civilization long they often retreat to the solitudes of the desert."     "I can think of little else on the subject though.  Does that help?"  Miro says as he reopens his book at the exact page he left off.  He lifts his tea to his lips looking over the brim of the cup at Synovia as he watches to see how she processes all the information he just spat.  He takes a sip quietly as the finger of his free hand begins tracing the words until they land on the exact word he left off at awaiting its master to pick up where he left off.

Synovia thinks for a moment, then says with a slight smile "It would seem in some ways I am like my father. Thank you Miro. I'll lrt you return to your reading. Do you need more tea?"

     Miro smiles back to Synovia.  "Perhaps, but I see more Ameiko in you than whoever your father may have been.  Much like I keep trying to tell Bobole.  Actually its a theory I am begining to stew on.  None of us are inherantly good or evil as we are not born of a different plane.  Instead we are simply the product of that which raises us.  You yourself are a prime example.  Stern when tested, yet kind and helpful to the foundation.  Who does that sound like?  Vrinn even is so much like his father that it is actually comical."  Miro slightly chuckles and waves off Synovia.     "While the tea is amazing, too much herbal tea can actually make you ill.   The implications of this fact might actually change the face of sandpoint.  If my theory itself is true, then maybe Sandpoint could become a beacon for any creature seeking a better life."  Miro trails off looking at his book again.       "By the way.  While I have plenty of material on edicit and social decorum, but I worry that too much structure without any fun might turn Bobole and Gildy away.  If I could enlist you to help me find some fun things to entertain them yet still enforce my lectures I would love any input you could devise."

"I'll see what I can come up with" and she leaves Miro to his reading.