Dan01/Dir04/Dio11/Lor14/Mae02/Ovd01/XuL07 - A New Shade o Am

It takes a few minutes, but Ovid does eventually remember who Anna Mae is. Not exactly who she was, but he had seen her during his rare visits to Amber; sometimes, she was out in the city in discussion with all sorts of people, from the highest of lords to the lowest of beggars. Other times at the castle, she looked quite at home, mixing with the high and mighty. Always just brief glimpses, one moment, she is there; the next, she is gone or across the room or on the other side of the street. This is the longest he has ever seen her in one spot.

Looking to Anna Mae, "You are a hard woman to actually see for more then a brief moment." he proffered a small smile.
Back to Dante, "I actually have, visiting variations of my home I came across archeologists and anthropologists. You study people of different cultures and the past through artifacts and structures correct ?" He looks to see if there might be a different interpretation due to shadow differences.
He looks back to Anna Mae, "I would love to see it when she is done. My profession is merchant I provide flowers to the many florists in the Golden Circle and Amber as well as to the occasional private or public celebrations. That take place in these realms."

"What are the main impairments to getting to Amber, the storms or is there something else ?" Ovid's look turned a bit more concerned.

He did nod to show interest in looking at the pad.

"This is very good artwork; you have captured the people and places almost as if I can see myself there." He says as he studies and flips through the pad of sketches. When he is done he hands the pad back to Dante.

"You may have missed your calling; I think you would make an excellent artist as well as archeologist and anthropologist."

Nodding as he listens to talk of the storm.
"I can believe it for ships, I don't have a great desire to litter Rebma or possible reflections. What about smaller passage to Amber, the land routes ?"

"How much do you both have to transport ? Amber is ultimately my destination. I might be able to help you out."

He can't help the grin at her calling him 'D', noone's given his name shorthand like that before...

He chuckles and shakes his head "noo, fortunately my travel clothes are fairly water proof so nothing was ruined by the nastiness out there. Like you Anna, I travel light." His attention then turns back to Ovid, "how exactly would you be able to do so? I thought the sea was unpassable because of the storms and that there was no land route to Amber from here"

Any merchants in the bar do not overhear the trio's discussion. Anna Mae collects her bag and a large umbrella and is ready to depart.

"Lead on, Ovid. D here is dying to see his dreams transformed into reality."