The Comconglomot

It is a long standing tradition. In a world so full of suspicion and disbelief there have to be ways to communicate with those you trust. In secret. In silence. Relatively.
Humans have always been great at this skill. If there is a simple way to get things done, they will find the difficult one. Why use simplicity when complexity exists?
Thus, the Comconglomot was created. In high society the average human will be faced with this secret language at least three and a half times every time they leave the house. In low society the numbers are less of course because what do they have to hide? Not much. It is truly a linguistic animal that swaggers down the green in fine cloth.

Writing System

Same as ours. Hiding in plain sight but making plain sight look shabby. Even the letters are written with a swirly emphasis.

Syntax

If the subject is placed before the predicate it is a warning, an alert, for immediate attention.
Predicate first says, "If you want to care about what I say it is entirely up to you, but I will also mention that I would not speak this fool cant if I did not wish to be heard."
Every object has a modifier and the descriptions can get out of hand, but that is how one member knows the other is speaking the Comconglomot.

Vocabulary

High English Snobbocraty. Very High.

Phonetics

The rounder the vowel and crisper the consonant the better you are speaking the Comconglomot.

"Won't you try the cucumber sandwiches, Dahling? I have it on good authority they were imported on the Fae Trade only yesterday. We always get the freshest and finest. They just Wander it over straight from the field, or wherever they make these delightful tidbits. Don't you know?"
With a bow and a slight straightening of his back, Sir Fredrickor responded, "Lady Tred, those delightful cucumbers are the finest indeed. Dazzling skins. Abundant juice. Indeed you, without any prior knowledge I'm sure, have graciously laid out the finest of picnics on your impeccable lawn. You have my dearest thanks for this scrumptious delight."
~ House Nitbut and House Brayen descended into war the next week because of this very conversation.