Forecourt: Barydar Manor, Caemlyn

This broad courtyard is mostly covered by carefully manicured lawns, ringed by elegant flowerbeds and gardens. At the far sides on both east and west there are slender dogwoods, and behind them far larger shadetrees. Flagstones provide a walkway to the manor house.

Torches blaze at either side of the doors into the Great Hall, defiant of the gathering darkness. The boughs of the great elm trees are verdant, the smaller dogwoods brilliant with their blossoms. Gates open from the high hedges on the north, leading back to Crown of Roses Avenue. Facing the gates on the south are the doors to the Great Hall, and nearby to the southwest is the entrance to the Barracks. Around the Manor House to the southeast, a walkway leads to the back courtyard.

Methos, Rik, Rudra, Cronus

Rennar walks into the Barydar Manor, after being greeted by a servant. She continues on her way through the area, being shown to the Great Hall.

Rik approaches Cronus and looks at him curiously, then nods mutely. He salutes as Methos nods and asks, "Are you headed back to the Palace, sir?"

Methos nods to Rik. "I am."

You pass through the double doors and into the Great Hall of Barydar Manor.

Great Hall: Barydar Manor, Caemlyn

The Great Hall of Barydar Manor is a large oblong, perhaps six yards east to west and about four times longer north to south. The floor is a mosaic tile, and banners line the walls. The ceiling rises for two stories overhead, and loud or sharp sounds echo in the space. A grand staircase leads upstairs, where balconies ring the entire length of the hall.

Candlelabra, both standing and set along the walls at intervals, provide plenty of light. Servants move about the hall on various errands, all clad in the indigo Barydar livery. A large set of double doors leads back to the Forecourt to the city, and a smaller set of double doors, these of white oak, lead into the Salon to the east. At the far end of the hallway, a third set of double doors lead to the Rear Grounds. The staircase leads up to the balconies above.

Kellian, Kataline, Sine, Maricca, Rezna, Durnik, Turail, Lorilei, Darayn, Kyriele, Sohai, Alianthe, Elyse, Theowyn, Twitch, Mouse, Kae, Gail, Alwyne, Sev, Rio, Cherise, Deleamar, Daric, Demonder, Eglantine, Nevin, Taylon

Kellian nods,"Yes, sir." He says to the First Prince,"I have made certain to remind the guardsman at the palace of this as well."

Alianthe asks of Mouse, a touch impatiently, "What did happen?"

A passing servant offers Cherise a glass of wine and she takes it gladly. She is standing a few steps behind Darayn and smiles slightly at Durnik, acknowledging him.

Rio looks over at the doorway, "Well, your words have proved to be prophetic, Sev. Do you have a touch of foresight within you?" For indeed, the Lady Rennar has arrived just as the man spoke of her.

Kataline takes the piece of wood with a puzzled look on her expressive face, turning it over in her slender fingers. A touch of her fingers, and a small panel slides out, easily pushed back. ~What is it meant to do?~ she queries, laying the curious object down for a moment to write the message.

Entering the room, without any pomp or self importance, is Lady Rennar Hune; dressed in a red gown of crushed velvet. It takes her a moment to get her bearings in the rather large crowd, and seems as though she is looking for a particular person.

Nevin replies to Sev, glancing at Rio and Eglantine as the group stands together, "I was merely aware that the Princess had come for a visit, and a prolonged one, I gather; since no one had arranged anything sooner, I set about doing so as quickly as I could. "

Alwyne gives Demonder an amused look. "Each one an individual?" Her glance flickers to Rennar as she enters.

Deleamar finnaly stands, and he pops his neck loudly. "Perhaps it be best I go, Sine. There is little I can do here, it seems, other then complain." He gives the girl a wink and a smile.

Kae moves to squat in a rather unladylike fashion, her dress pooling around her in a wide circle as she reaches for her harp case and begins to put the intstrument away for now. "I think I should like to take a walk..." she murmurs, to no one in particular. The remark is probably meant for Mouse, though.

Rezna looks up at the guy. Sheesh somebody needs to come in here with an axe and take about 5 inches off the lot of you. He blinks for a moment, not understanding how, with his powers of perception, he could have missed such a big person on an intercept course. He also must do some fishing for the name. He recognizes the face and has heard it before. "Do excuse me...err...Duke of house...Ummm*ponders* Roesane?"

Chuckling softly Darayn's posture is vaguely contemptuous as he waves away Durnik's offer with a negligent gesture of his hand, "On the contrary, Master Durnik," he notes evenly, the slightest of emphasis on the 'master', "I wanted to do something for you: Namely, to offer my sincerest condolences at the loss of station you seem to have suffered these last few weeks." Although his words are sicnere enough, his tone leaves much to be desired, "I find it shoucking that Caemlyn could so shamefully treat a man who has done so much for her." His eyes, and smile, are vaguely mocking.

Eglantine looks to the door, with a smile, a rather nervous one. Her hand tightens slightly on Nevin's arm.

As Daric approaches and makes himself known, Elyse inclines her head politely, offering that same charming smile. "How do you to?" to Lord Daric. Then blinks as Sohai interrupts, "Can't it wait, Lt. Commander?"

Mouse blinks at Alianthe, studying her expressionlessly for a moment before she whispers, "You don't wanna know." A brief pause, and she adds, "-I- don't wanna know." She turns to Kae and nods, reaching over to replace the woman's harp in its case.

Rio nods to the Duke, "That is all I've heard as well, but who can say the reasons why royalty takes up residence beyond its normal borders. Only time will tell."

Sine's face is protesting. "Are you sure?"

Demonder has been good, entertaining himself with a relative of Rennar. And so when she enters, Demonder is all too pleased, his eyes following Alwyne's gaze. "And there is my beautiful wife," he speaks in that dramatic and colorful language.

Deleamar frowns. "Well, a breath of air wouldn't do any harm. You may accompany me, if you like. If not, I will return shortly."

Nevin smiles to Rio, quick to respond, "Ah, but I suspect that those at court might have a better idea than those of us who live away from the palace?" He glances down at Eglantine, though, in reaction to her squeeze.

Sev :smiles to Rio. "Well, I have been given to speak wishfully, I'll confess. Though mayhap, with effort, I could foretell some merriment this evening. A courtly dance would raise my spirits, indeed. To that, then, and any foresight wit may grant, I raise these spirits." With that, he raises his wineglass, and has a healthy swallow.

"Forgive me, princess. I am Daric Roesone." Daric murmurs, bowing his head briefly before Elyse. "Is there some trouble with your servants?" he asks pleasantly.

Kae stands her full height once more, bobbing a polite curtsey to Alianthe. "Excuse me, my lady." she speaks, turning quickly to move away. However, in her haste she doesn't notice that Deleamar has moved until she is about to bump into him, uttering a startled little squeak.

Ooh such words! And from this man..A flash of disappointment crosses Cherise's features, then she frowns and tosses back a considerable amount of her wine, looking at Durnik to see how he will respond.

Theowyn does not recognize the blonde Lord that makes his approach until he introduces himself. "Lord Daric," At Daric's question, he spares a brief glance around.

Sine says "Nno, I'd better stay." With a grain. "Maybe we can talk when you get back."

Kyriele looks worriedly at Mouse, but still remains silent.

When Demonder spies her is exactly the moment that Rennar spies Demonder. Yet, she does seem to catch sight, though vaguely, of the First Prince as well. Not knowing what Elyse looks like, the young High Seat of House Hune bows her head toward the Prince, even if he may not see it, then makes her way across the room to where her husband stands and rests.

Alwyne inclines her head slightly to Demonder at the sight of Rennar approaching. "Well, I should leave the two of you to your words, then." She adds, "I do thank you for entertaining such a minor member of House Hune."

Kataline stares thoughtfully after Kae, and then looks speculatively down at Mouse, and back to Elyse, then at Mouse again. It seems like there's not much she can do at this moment, though...

Mouse secures the harp in its case and gives Kyriele an apologetic smile, then turns to follow Kae. She's supposed to be her helper, after all, and since she wasn't told to stay, she assumes she should be accompanying the older woman.

Durnik likes the man before him not at all, but he puts on an amiable smile, even while his eyes scream caution. He nods his head slightly, not lowering his eyes. "I thank you for your words kind sir." He pointedly ignores all the undertones in the man's voice. "Though there are dark times ahead, and words will be all but useless." He looks around towards the first Prince then back to Darayn. "It seems the Prince still has confidence in my loyalties though, and so he should, as should all those of Andor." He smiles back at Darayn, a smile that never touches his eyes.

Inclining his head, as well as his body in a bow towards Rezna and his wife, that is appropriate, if not so deep as that offered to the Host of the party, and it's royal guests, Duke Roesone half raises an eyebrow, "I am He. You seem to have the advantage on me sir. And be assured it is nothing. I have forgotten already." A faint smile twitches at the corner of the half shienaran blademaster's lips.

Rio inclines her head to the Duke. "Perhaps. Yet, why mar such a lovely event with idle speculations? Besides, has she not captured the heart of our own First Prince? She might not foriegn royalty much longer." She chuckles. "Although, that too is mere idle speculation."

Alianthe stares thoughtfully after Kae, and then looks speculatively down at Mouse, and back to Elyse, then at Mouse again. It seems like there's not much she can do at this moment, though... (oops)

Deleamar nods. "Very well." He begins to make his way towards the door, pushing whatever silly nobles aside who are unlucky enough to get in his way.

As others make their greetings to Elyse, Kellian slips back away from the royal group and makes his way toward a different gathering of nobility. Glancing to the Cairheinan ambassador, Kellian's eyes narrow for a moment in thought, but then he looks to Nevin, Eglantine, Rio and Sev as he reaches them. "Light Protect you all," he says in way of greeting. Then to Rio,"I do apologize for the delay, Rio."

Demonder inclines his head a touch to Alwyne. "I'm certain there's no reason to leave..." his voice trails, attention falling on Rennar. He offers her his hand, eyes beaming a touch. "You've arrived..." he makes the observant comment.

Eglantine smiles at Nevin. Softly, "Increasingly imposing company, that's all." In a more normal voice, "How long is she expected to remain; is that known?" She smiles at Kellian, with a nod, when he approaches.

Only by virtue of Deleamar moving does Kae manage not to run into him... and she seems to find his movement toward the door convenient in that his bumping aside nobles carves her a path and keeps her from having to do that very thing. She follows.

Nevin nods to Rio, but curtails any response as Kellian joins them, nodding to the captain pleasantly.

Taylon hands the case to Kataline, "I want you to have it. It's about the perfect size for paper...look here." manipulating he puzzle pieces on the box deliberately so kataline can see, he shows her how to open the box. "Its yours. IF you want it."

Kyriele nods slightly to Mouse as she leaves, then looks around the hall again.

Sev nods to Kellin. "captain."

Sine watches Deleamar's departure, and Kae's, and starts to wander her own way toward the rear of the hall.

Rezna smiles. Of course he has the advantage! he extends a gloved hand. My name is Rezna...newly arrived from Cairhien to take up the post of ambassador in this land." he pauses, barely remembering to introduce his wife. "And this is my wife maricca."

Kataline's mouth forms an 'o'. A pleased smile lights up her face and makes her already-luminous gray eyes almost glow. ~Thank you!~ she writes, underlining it for emphasis. Then her face fell. ~But I have nothing to give back...~

Nevin murmurs to Eglantine, "I really do not know how long the Princess will remain in Caemlyn. But it could be that Rio Sedai is correct, and that the move will be permanant."

Mouse follows the both of them, little needing a path as she slips between the nobles who are once more closing ranks between the retreating Roesone and gleewoman. Beint tiny helps, in some cases.

One pariticulary drunk and offensive Lord treads on Deleamar's foot. The Lord then proceeds to find himself suddenly thrown to the ground, Deleamar already continueing on.

Nevin is looking at you.

Maricca smiles at her introduction she holds her hand out to the Duke "I am pleased to meet you." her only comment, she is growing more uncomfortable and feeling closed in with all these big people around.

Elyse looks slightly confused, not bothering to try to hide it, "I'm not . . . " she starts then falls silent as the tall Kandori officer leans to whisper in her ear. At his words, she seems to grow paler, and her hand grips Theowyn's a bit more tightly, "Where? Who?" She asks in a whisper to Sohai suddenly. Sohai responds with a look to Kae, and answers, "The harpist gleewoman, Your Highness, who seems ready to depart. Shall I detain?" His voice is soft near Elyse's ear, but not terribly loud either, likely only loud enough for those directly around Elyse to hear.

Rio nods and gives the captain a small smile as he joins her, "No need, Kellian. Your duty to the Queen comes first before escorting ladies to a party after all. But it is good that you are here." For a moment, her gaze falls upon the ambassador who still wanders around the party with a crossbow on his shoulder. Then she turns to Eglintine to answer her question, "I had asked that of the Princess myself, Countess. I was told that she has no plans to leave Caemlyn as yet."

Rennar nods her head briefly to Demonder, eyes just passing over Alwyne's presence. "Indeed, I have love." She leans over and chastely kisses her husband on the lips, then turns her eyes to Alwyne once more. "Greetings Cousin." She smiles faintly. It is just that moment that her eyes catch upon Durnik and a slight frown comes to her lips. That frown only lasts mere momnets, however, as her attention goes back to her husband; a look which was hardly noticable by many in this crowded room.

Sine passes through the double doors at the south end of the Great Hall, leading to the Rear Grounds.

Darayn's answering smile chills even further, his eyes nearly glacial as he nods in acceptance of Durnik's assertion, "Oh, I most certainly do, Master Durnik." A moment's fancy strikes him then, a nearly-visible light going off in his expression as he notes with an ingenuous tone, "Why, as a matter of fact I have a wonderful idea...perhaps you could enlist as a member of the Hune guards!" Smiling brightly, Darayn continues on, "Yes, I'm sure your previous experience would serve you well in Hune...perhaps in a year or two you might even have your own command again. Does such a notion appeal, Master Durnik?"

Alianthe absently sets her now-empty wineglass on the tray of a passing server and wends her way through the crowd toward the Princess, with an unusually somber mien. She has to shove past a few affronted nobles, but no matter. Upon reaching Elyse, she whispers somethign into the Princess' ear.

Eglantine nods to Rio, flashing an abrupt smile. "I'm glad, as she does seem to be so well-liked."

Kellian smiles back at Rio Sedai,"Duty first, yes. I was confident you would find suitable companionship in my absense. Certainly better conversationalists." He smiles a bit wanly then looks at Eglantine,"How are you faring under your new status, Countess?"

Deleamar goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Gail takes one last look at the painting, then turns and begins to wind her way through the hall. She nods to only a few people as she begins to take her leave. She makes her way to where Lord Nevin is standing, and patiently awaits an opening to thank her gracious host.

It's unfortunate Demonder might be too far to hear Darayn's comments, maybe. He does accpet the kiss from his wife, seeming surprisingly pleased, and he's all too keeping of her hand as he draws her near. "I have been entertaining our cousin here all evening," he admits with an innocent smile.

Sev smiles at Eglantine's assertion, and says very quietly, "Then here's to their health," and smiles almost mischeviously.

"Darayn, dear," Cherise smoothly sidles up to him with a brilliant smile. "I see you have met someone new..what has happened to your lovely ladyfriend that arrived on your arm?" Her eyes hold a measure of danger in them..but what for?

Kae blinks as Deleamar bodily makes his way through the crowd, but continues to follow behind him nonetheless.. in fact, she's sure she can almost see the door ahead, ah! There it is! Deleamar reaches it and pushes it open, and she slips out behind him. If anyone's going to detain her, they're going to have to follow her out to do it.

"Ah. Ambassador. I had heard some litle trifle spoken of the arrival of a representative from that Land. How opportune to meet you." Turail's voice is still mild, rasping. "Peace Favor, to you both." His eyes travel to the ambassador's wife briefly. He offers his own hand in response to Rezna's gesture. "I trust your travels have not left you too wearied?"

Rio smiles back at Eglantine, "She does have her admires, yes." She listens then to Kellian and simply shakes her head at his words, paying them no mind.

Alwyne catches Rennar's glance and follows it towards Durnik. She gives her cousin a questioning look.

Kae goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Mouse leaves with Kae.

Twitch leaves with Mouse.

Durnik narrows his eyes, his eyes of blue crystal, turning to blue fire....but just as he opens his mouth to speak, Cherise so diplomatically intervenes.

It is most fortunate that Rennar herself had not heard Darayn's comments to Durnik, else she would have had a few words to say herself. She smiles unknowingly at her husband, a warm look in her eyes. "Entertaining her..." She glances suspiciously, yet humorously at Alwyne, "He has been a good host?" Her tone implies he might have been less than proper.

Nevin says quietly to Eglantine, Rio, Sev, and Kellian, "Excuse me a moment, if you would?"

Taylon smiles, "Your company has been quite enough, perhaps we can talk some other time, and you can paint for me :o)"

Sev looks to Deleamar's entrance. "Now here's a man who makes his exit *known!* he says, this time for more than his immediate group to hear. He seems to find the man's behavior quite amusing.

Eglantine smiles at Kellian, embarassed. "I...very well, thank you." Awkwardly. She may never grow accustomed to the title.

Sev nods to Nevin, "Of course, Your grace."

Rezna continues to look up at the Duke of Roesone and nods his head. "On the contrary, Andor has received us fabuously. There is something to be said for that in these busy times."

Elyse nods once to Alianthe's murmur, her mind racing as towhat to do with this information, "Detain her, no, Lt. Commander," she manages with an uncertain voice, "But extend an invitation to her. A personal one, would you?" her voice coming to a plaintive whisper. Around the goblet her hand seems to start to tremble. She looks as if she may sick up or faint, or both. The hand on Theowyn's arm as well, begins to tremble.

With a single nod and a subsequent bow, Sohai takes his leave, letting the other five Kandori Honor guard behind to protect their charge.

Rio inclines her head toward the Duke as he steps away from their small group.

Eglantine looks up to Nevin and nods. Softly, "Of course."

Sohai goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Nevin smiles to Sev. "Thank you, my lord; I will count upon you to entertain the Countess while I am gone, if I may?" He looks as much to Eglantine as to Sev as he asks the question.

Blinking in startlement Darayn's attention is drawn from Durnik to the speaker who's presence suddenly makes itself known at his side, "Ah, Lady Cherise," he greets formally, bowing but slightly to her in greeting, "I did not know you were in attendance this evening...and I fear the woman I escorted has found another branch to perch upon," he notes indicating a distant corner of the Room where Lorilei stands in boisterous converse with three or four minor Lords gathered tightly around her.

Eglantine smiles at Nevin, embarassed, and nods again.

"He has been quite proper," Alwyne replies in response to Rennar's question, her tone smooth.

Kataline purses her lips for a moment before quickly opening her sketchpad, flipping to a blank page and pulling out a piece of charcoal. Staring intently at Taylon's face, she begins to sketch, quickly, with swift motions. Once the main parts have been sketched, she goes back and fills in details, adding shading. The end result is a sketch of Taylon, head and shoulders, that is hardly messy, but rather has a feeling of freedom about it because of the swift strokes. Tearing it out, she hands it to him, before writing, ~A temporary return.~

Gail realizes that her presence is intruding on the small group of powerful people, and she murmurs her thanks and curtseys to them all, taking her leave largely unnoticed. She walks out the doors.

Sev nods. "By your leave, then, I will entertain, in all propriety, m'lord."

Gail goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

"You are residing at the Palace then, Ambassador?" Turail asks politely.

Kellian moves over by Rio,"You are well I hope?" he says quietly. Looking around again at the others here.

Kyriele looks around for a moment, then, not seeming to find anything else to hold her attention for the time being, she heads for the door... perhaps because of Mouse?

Durnik mutters to himself, "... blame her?"

Cherise smirks lightly. "And why would I not be, Lord Seti? The rest of my family is here..and I do so like parties.."

Kyriele goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Daric bows his head again before the Kandori princess, murmuring. "You seem troubled, I will leave you to your guards, your highness. Walk within the Light, yes?" the Andoran lord adds, an odd Amadician twist to his words as he withdraws.

Demonder's arm takes on a certain greater possession of Rennar. Being called proper and all, its something of an accomplishment. "The evening has proven interesting, even though some of the guest list is questionable," he notes their case to Darayn and those around him. "I fear I grow rather disappointed in my cousin, Lady Cherise, and the company of her choosing. We met in the common rooms a few days ago, I have to admit to a slight scene."

Taylon dropped Puzzle Case.

Nevin turns aside, then, and makes his way toward the Princess.

Alianthe looks with concern at her Princess, laying a hand on Elyse's shoulder. She mutters to Elyse, "... all..."

Rio sighs, "Well enough. Although, I am troubled by the situation that Ambassador Renza presents. Still, what could he do in a room of this many people and I am not without my defenses."

Eglantine looks after Nevin, then smiles to the others. A blink at Rio, then, and the smile's lost as she asks quietly, "The Ambassador?"

Rio shakes her head at Eglantine, "I do not believe that you have anything to fear, Countess. I know the captain of your guard and he is a dilligent man. Your safety is assured."

Rennar takes a moment to glance over at Durnik once more, taking more of a note of those who are there. At the same time she answers Alwyne, "That is good to know. Demonder is trying hard to rise to the station that's been given to him through our marriage." The words are spoken fondly, and proudly. "He already sits on the council of nobles, with myself and other representatives of House Hune, and has proven quite worthy."

Sev nods discreetly. "I have marked his... fashion statement. Quite a crude gesture, as these things go."

Theowyn is briefly amused at the rude Roesone's, but decides to settle his gaze on Elyse. The arm still in escort of his blind date, literally, he seeks out those within the room. "Perhaps we shall finally enter, as it were, Princess?" The offer is as much as a needed statement, moving past Lord Daric and further within carefully guiding Elyse. The brilliant blue eyes do catch Lord Darayn and Durnik, the men having just left their side, and likely within hearing range. But he sets that better, moving away and further within the room enough steps as allowed, though will stop when greeted further.

Kataline nods in response to Taylon's whispered words, writing, ~Hopefully so.~ She offers a shy smile along with the words.

Darayn shrugs slightly, a vague gesture at best, "It is certainly quite the event, to all appearances. It seems the hosts have managed to gather patronage from both high and low." he notes, indicating the dais holding the royalty for the former, and making who he inferred with the latter most clear by his lack of any indication at all.

Taylon takes katalines hand, "We will." he smiles warmly. and stands

Kellian frowns as he watches Rezna pass among the crowd,"Has he been acting dangerous this evening? Threatening."

Taylon rises from his seat on the lovely Ashwood Bench.

Eglantine nods. "Yes, I..." She looks toward the man, slightly puzzled, but she just nods again.

Nevinmoves in a line to intercept Princess Elyse and her royal escort. "Princess, it is Duke Nevin. I trust that all is well?" He speaks softly, but clearly enough to be heard at close range.

Cherise glances briefly at Durnik, then smiles winningly at Darayn. "We are all here to enjoy ourselves, Darayn..by the way, have you met my cousin the Duke, yet?"

Rezna nods matter of factly to Duke Roesone. "We are. We've pretty much made ourselves at home." he smiles. "I saw you in the gardens the other day spinking witht he Kandori Princess and Prince Theowyn was kind enough to tell me who you were."

Rio nods and leans closer. She mutters to Kellian, "... only... weapon... a... rebuff... me."

Alwyne looks at Demonder. "It seems your wife holds you in high esteem indeed." She glances over at Durnik and the group of people around him. "Is something troubling you, cousin?" she asks Rennar.

Kataline blushes faintly again, smiling in farewell. Looking down at the blank page before her, and looking once again at the crowded room, she sighs lightly and starts sketching, to cement her memory in case anyone should want a painting of this event later on.

Maricca remains by her husbands side, her arm intwined in his, she simply smiles as she speaks to the Duke. Occasionally she glances round the room but it is difficult for her to see much with her little stature.

Eglantine drops her eyes, at the quiet words. To make it clear that she's not listening.

Taylon goes home.

Demonder simply shakes his head, finding a smile even though his eyes can't seem to stop falling elsewhere in the room. "I would should hope so, she did practically drag me by the hand so that we could be informally married. I am insured she was not of high fever that evening, though some doubt my words." Demonder goes as far as to cup Rennar's cheek fondly. "Though our formal marriage will be set shortly."

Sev reassures Eglantine. "There's more bluster to it than danger tonight, I think. Except perhaps to the hapless lamplighter in the shadows with his staves."

Durnik sniffs slightly at Darayn. At least Durnik didn't have to ride the coattails of his House Head to get in....but what he does is.....smile politely as he listens to Cherise and Darayn speak.

Eglantine looks up with a smile, at Sev's reassurances. "Yes, surely no one would cause trouble here and now..."

"Forgive me," Elyse replies distractedly to Daric as he departs, then manages an uneasy smile to Alianthe, taking a deep breath and exhaling to steady her nerves, "A seat, yes, I think I would like that," she brings her goblet carefully once more to her lips as Theowyn escorts her further into the room, and attempts to be easy-mannered with small success to the questioning host, "Oh, yes, Duke Nevin," she tries that charming smile, "Quite. My man was doing me the honor of inviting the musician to play for me at the palace." A part truth, "Quite a lovely choice in musicians, Duke Nevin, though I am sad to say she could not stay."

Turail chuckles softly at Rezna's remark. "Ah.. I was not aware there were watchers in the gallery, or I might have come up." The comment is laced with a fair amount of humor. A little bit of shienar seems to slip into the Duke of Roesone's speech for a moment before becoming just a ghost fading away. Even after all these months of being among his father's side of his bloodlines, sometimes, that faint hint of the location of his lengthy past wanderings does slip out. He sips the wine in his hand.

"No, there is nothing overly wrong, cousin. I'm just curious at the choice of Guests, as my husband so adequately put it, that the Duke of Barydar has chosen to represent here." Rennar simply shrugs her shoulders, "Though it is not something that should concern me so. I only have to interact with those that I wish." She smiles politely, then glances to Demonder. "Only after much insistance prior by yourself, love." She winks faintly, "And I am looking forward to the formal event myself."

Kellian looks at Rio, faintly concerned, then looks at the Ambassador,"I will have to speak with him. He endangers all of us if he continues on this path."

Darayn sighs softly, vaguely disappointed it seems, "I do not believe I've had the privilege, Cherise. Perhaps you would be so kind as to remedy this misfortune, then?" he asks quietly, seemingly unaware of Durnik's continued presence in the room.

Rio nods to the captain in agreement.

Nevin nods to Elyse, an unconscious gesture. "I was surprised that she did not stay longer, Your Highness. But being concerned for the ease of my guest of honor, I wonder if Your Highness and the First Prince would like to take a seat in the salon?"

Alwyne smiles faintly at the display of affection between the two. "Ah. Perhaps I should leave you to some privacy for this evening - at least what little you can have."

Daric goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Eglantine asks tentatively, "I think that I missed what he's done?"

"That may be less distracting," Theowyn remarks, looking across the crowded room. "Princess, as Guest of Honor?" he gives her the option considering her place within this arrangement.

Rezna smiles "Yes well if there is one constant in this court I have noticed...it is that people like to watch." He seems to appreciate the man's humor. He goes out on a limb here. "Perhaps you and your wife would like to join my wife and I for a drink in our apartments one of these days soon."

Kellian looks at Eglantine,"Acting very unambassadorlike, Countess. Threatening to bring war on another front to Andor if he continues to seek his personal vengeance on those he doesn't like."

"I believe he's..yes, he's right over there.." Cherise scans the crowd, then points out Turail to Darayn. "I would introduce you, but you do such a charming job of that yourself. Besides, I would have a word with Lord Durnik here.." she smiles.

Eglantine blinks. "I see. Yes." She looks toward the ambassador, the better to remember his appearance.

Maricca nods in agreement with her husband, her emerald eyes shine at the prospect of entertaining at their new living quarters.

Rezna overhears the puppet Captain's words and decides to make a response. "I hope that you can excuse me for a moment Duke Roesone. I need to give a captain a sound tongue lashing."

Rio sighs as Kellian speaks and then adds more herself to Eglantine. "I'm afraid that I made a miscalculation earlier when it came to the ambassador. A pair of aiel had requested to see the _roofmistress_ of the palace. Not wishing to bother the Queen over such a trival matter, I bad Sev here to bring them to me so that I might perform the role. The ambassador did not find it amusing."

Durnik moves closer to Cherise, nearly touching her. In fact his hand does brush against her occasionally, as they stand there together. He smiles at Darayn showing no matter what the man may feel personally, there are still those who would support him...or at the very least not be so openly rude to one who /still/ holds a noble title, if not a military one.

Eglantine blinks at Rio. "But why not? He felt that you showed them too much honor, or... I'm afraid that I don't understand."

Maricca rolls her eyes and prepares to go with he husband, she dips her head to the Duke "it was a pleasure."

"I will broach the subject with my wife, Ambassador, and see what her social calendar looks like currently. Of course Ambassador. Maricca. Peace Favor." He turns away as they depart.

Rezna approaches the Captain and his master...err mistress...err whatever you want to call her. "You have something you wish to say to me Captain? Perhaps you could try speaking it to me...and not everyone else first...Or is that the way things are done here in Andor?"

Kellian looks at Rio,"You do know that Theowyn has dictated that the Aiel are not to be allowed in the palace at all now." He looks squarely at Rezna. "Perhaps I'm taking lessons from you, Ambassador. What I have to say to you is that for an Ambassador you are making a grand show of trying to start a war."

Demonder looks over to Rennar, whispering loud enough for Alwyne to hear. "I'm afraid I have bored her already. A terrible host," he makes mention before he turns his eyes innocently on Alwyne. "You were lovely company, Lady Alwyne. Please feel no need to leave. I'd be afraid of what might crawl towards us if we are unattended by conversation other then our own."

Glancing in the direction Cherise indicated Darayn appears to ponder a decision before shaking his head in quiet refusal, "Ah, perhaps another time, Cherise. I fear I should really make an effort to visit with a few of my own relatives before I depart this eve." Sparing Durnik the slightest glance Darayn seems to dismiss the man altogether with but a shallow nod of the head, "Think on my offer, if you will." and with that, he turns away, heading towards the cluster of Hune nobles across teh room.

Eglantine blinks at the eavesdropping ambassador, face closing over.

Rezna snorts. "You Andoran guardsmen are one's to talk my dear Captain!"

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Rio nods to Kellian. "I have recieved a missive from him about the matter, yes." She says no more at the man with the crossbow comes into range. Or is that target range? She gives the ambassador a cool look.

yes...the ambassador carries a crossbow...in a room full of men with swords. So he's a little different.

Maricca remains in silence as her husband speaks, acknowledging Rio with a nod. She did not at all like the creatures being allowed in the room with her but she still does like Rio.

Kellian looks at the Ambassador gravely,"I was speaking of you, Ambassador, not Cairheinans in general. If you have a concern with my actions, then speak to that. Not in vague gestures and generalizations."

Rennar tsk at Demonder in a slight, playful manner, "We will have to work on that." She smiles warmly and glances toward Alwyne again, "There reallly is no need to leave us, unless you've others you wish to speak with. It is rare that I even come to these events." And, as heir-apparent to the Rose Crown, she should probably be attending more.

Turail finishes his wine before someone else bumps into him, and gives the empty glass over to as ervant.

Durnik watches Darayn's back starting daggers into it, finally he erupts at Cherise, though erupt is perhaps a bad word, as his tone is low and he does not direct any anger towards her.

Durnik mutters to Cherise, "Can you... of that... speak... no... but... and... equal!"

Sev watches the man with the draftee's weapon... Or assassin's. He smiles a bit, not making a show of it. "If that's for the Aiel, it'll do you no good, you know, good sir Ambassador. "

Durnik looks around for Darayn who is lost to the crowd now, but does happen to spot Rennar. That's it, his mood is definitely spoiled. He looks at her as if Darayn were her fault personally, before getting his attention drawn back to Cherise when she speaks next.

Rezna smirks. "Well my friend...I believe you will find that little old me...starts no war. We shall see if the same can be said for you and your...guards. I have not made any attempt to bring harm to the Aiel here, and I have the right to carry whatever weapon I wish to protect myself and my wife. Yes i protested the presence of the Aiel in the palace to theowyn...and suprise of suprises...he agreed with me."

Nevin looks to Elyse hopefully after Theowyn's question, somewhat concerned about the expression that the Princess had been wearing only a bit ago.

Alwyne tilts her head to one side, "Rare? I would think that you would find yourself in higher demand." Her gaze towards Rennar is mildly curious.

Kellian nods. "Very well then, Ambassador. Your words when meeting those that walk in the lands to the east were less then friendly though. Certainly not the manner in which one negotiates with another."

"Of course, Darayn" Cherise smiles graciously. "Light shine.." After he has moved off, she turns her attention to Durnik, listening quietly to what he has to say. "Of course you are, my lord. But Darayn is..well, Darayn. Cocky and self-assured. And not possessing all the facts of the situation..come..shall we find some peace if possible?"

Eglantine listens, mouth pursing unconsciously.

Passing through the slightly less crowded room with an easy grace it takes Darayn not long at all to finally arrive amongst the other members of his own House, "Greetings, Cousins." he notes, nodding companionably to Demonder and Rennar while sparing Alwyne a more searching gaze.

Sev nods to Rezna. "Yes, the Prince has made his case most gracefully," he smiles. "All I meant to imply was that, whatever right you may have to bear a weapon, the crossbow would be too slow in any event. If they *were* to attack you, which I daresay they won't without provocation, being on another errand, you wouldn't have time to unlimber it, never mind cock it."

One might /almost/ see a flicker of a smile on Rennar's features as she just happens to notice Durnik's displeasure. Whether it be from her cousin Darayn or other reasons it would not matter, just so long as Durnik is upset over something. "Perhaps I am, cousin." Rennar continues to address Alwyne, "But I cannot be everywhere all the time, so I delegate matters to others and persue those things that I can find time for. I am restarting the horse program that I almost nearly destroyed. Thankfully, I did not sell all the horses of Tarien stock, and can work out a good crop of foals this year."

Rezna snorts! "less then civil...When the Murundians come through and sack your capitol city...raid and plunder your farms and do whatever the hell else that savages do...i will be interested to see how you greet them."

Durnik sniffs.

Durnik mutters to Cherise.

Maricca shudders at the thought.

Durnik speaks exasperatedly.

Sev says "I see, I will take this intelligence to heart.""

Kellian says calmly to Rezna,"I am a soldier. I will stand in defense of Andor with my last breath. You are an ambassador. Or so I thought.."

Alwyne nods in response to Rennar's comment, and returns Darayn's gaze with one of her own, one eyebrow raised slightly.

Rezna looks to Sev with an odd smile. "Does it look to you that I am in any position to fight off any Aiel with any weapon?" He pats his crossbow. "This happens to be one of the few I know how to use."

Sev says "YOu make threats with other mens swords readily, Ambassador. Most cunning.""

Rio looks between the two men as they speak to Renza and remains silent just like the Countess. She contines to give Renza a cool stare.

Cherise smiles and nods She mutters to Durnik, "... they... are..please?" She gestures to the far end of the room, it seemingly less-peopled.

Spotting Demonder himself, Turail drifts that direction, remaining at a casual strolling gait, one reflecting his blademaster's skills. Drawing nigh on Demonder's elbow, Turail greets those of the party he knows by name, "Peace Favor, Lord Demonder, Lady Rennar."

Demonder arches an eyebrow as Darayn approaches, perhaps catching the sights of Durnik's discomfort. "Cousin," he addresses his cousin-in-law with the title, holding a tinge of amusement. "You are doing well, I see." He offers Rennar a comforting squeeze of the arm he holds.

Sev says "But if you would defend yourself agains t the Aiel, and yet would not be able to in any event, why burden yourself with such a heavy token?""

Durnik nods finally....done with speaking to people for a while unless they should seek him out.

Durnik follows Cherise's lead.

Eglantine remains silent, though her face grows slowly more disapproving as she watches Rezna.

Rezna shakes his head and thinks Rio can stair cooly till she freezes over and melts away. "Yes...I am an ambassador...one who warns a Prince trying to look after the safety of his queen that there is a threat within his palace. Again...he agreed with me."

Taking another deep and measuring breath, she nods, "I would not want to be such a horrid Guest of Honour, Your Highness, Duke Nevin." She smiles, but it is a distracted and subdued smile, "I do want the opportunity to meet everyone invited to such a well organized social occassion, and in my own honour, no less, Duke Nevin," She leans a little bit more against Theowyn, though, the only testimony to growing fatigue though she does well to disguise it otherwise and stubbornly sacrifices her own comfort for social pleasantries, "A seat within the hall, here, would be quite satisfactorym, thank you."

Sev smiles, holding his glass. "If things are as you say, we have enough enemies without provoking travellers who have made no threats..."

Weaving her way through the crowd, Cherise makes her way to the couch where they had previously sat. She settles down with a sigh.

Rennar nods her head to Turail and Darayn as they both finally approach, "Cousin, Duke Roesone." Rennar offers each their own nod and smile, Turail's a bit more respectful than that she gives to her cousin. She glances between Alwyne and Darayn a moment, pressing her lips together, "Cousin Alwyne, this is Cousin Darayn. When he's not out frollicking about with the ladies, he is helping to guard House Hune." She winks slightly at Darayn to show a small attempt at humor within her words; with no offense meant.

A member of the Queen's guard comes in, escorted by one of the house guards. he quickly moves to Theowyn's side once he spots him and slips a small message into the Prince's hand.

Bowing slightly at Demonder's comment the humor in Darayn's answering grin is positively feral, "So kind of you to notice, Cousin...although I fear I am at a disadvantage," he notes, nodding first towards Alwyne, and then to Turail with a questioning expression.

Sev says "In fact, they were quite dignified, as I recall after your meeting of them, Ambassador.""

Kae makes her way back inside, having apparently gotten her share of fresh air. However, she looks perhaps more pale upon entering than she did upon departing dispite the faint flush to her cheeks from the chilly night air. Plucking a goblet of wine from a passing servant's tray, she begins to skirt the perimeter of the room in search of another spot to sit and play.

Rezna says "you let the prince be the judge of that."

Nevin replies promptly, then, "Surely, Princess Elyse. Perhaps Your Highness and Prince Theowyn would care to take a seat at the Spicewood Table, just over here?"

Sev leaves unspoken his opinion of how dignified Rezna may have been. "In any event, if you fear for your safety, bring guards when you go abroad, that crossbow would only avail your enmities from inside the castle walls, and that would be most complicated." He pauses. "Wouldn't it, Ambassador?"

Rio shakes her head. "Two aiel that politely ask to be let in at the door under their own customs hardly poses a threat to the Queen, Ambassador. They were also under constant escort by Sev. There is more than one reason why the First Prince might give in to your demands, Renza."

Alwyne allows a smile to play on her lips, and says, "Are you quite popular then?" Her gaze flickers across the crowds of people meaningfully.

Turail bows slightly, in a courtly fashion towards this new group he has joined himself to generally, his blue granite eyes travelling from Lady Rennar and Lord Demonder to Darayn and then to Alwyne. His gaze does seem to linger on Darayn slightly however, as Rennar names him.

Kataline finishes sketching a number of scenes and pauses for a break, flexing her weary hand. Snagging a glass of wine from a server, she takes a tiny sip of it, then another, as she leans back and allows herself to simply look without having to memorize details.

"An excellent choice," Theowyn comments politely, looking to Elyse as though in order to insure she is dealing well with the noise of the room. With the offer, Theowyn does escort Elyse toward the indicated table. "An excellent affiar, Duke Nevin. The turn-out is spectacular. You've held no limits back in your invitations..." that comment might show a hint of displeasing over the matter. He does get stopped, however, by the guard that slips a note in his hand. Taking it, he nods and folds it into his pocket before finishing the rest of the way toward the table.

Sev watches Rezna's face closely, a moment.

Eglantine remains silent, as her eyes move from one to the other.

Rezna shakes his head. "I care not what his reasoning may or may not have been. The reality is that he made the correct decision. One which any guard during these times should make. I am now beginning to see how all these things that happen within your palace...manage to happen.:

The guard leaves once he is certain the message is delivered...too many noble fops loidering about in here

Alianthe peels away from the Princess and her escort, taking up another wineglass. She seems rather somber, not bubbling over as she usually does, thankfully for the ears of anyone nearby. Drifting through the crowd, she listens in idly on the conversations of people she happens to pass by.

"How are you taking becoming the leader of Roesone, Lord Turail?" Rennar addresses the Roesone High Seat, her eyes taking to him almost immediately after she makes introductions amongst her own family members. A clear curiosity can be found in the eyes of the Lady; for she did support his rise to High Seat to the Lady Cathryn before her passing.

Kellian looks at Rezna quietly,"Are you in Theowyn's employ or your Queen's Ambassador Rezna? You are welcome to express your views, and in this the Prince has agreed with you. I will abide by that."

Nevin raises an eyebrow at Theowyn's tone of voice, but says nothing as the First Prince leads his guest of honor away. Instead, he walks over in the direction of Kae.

Cherise depart

"Duke Turail." Demonder's eyes flash slightly, bowing with the respect deemed. "Peace favor. I trust you are having an enjoyable time this evening?" he asks first, though his attentions still hold a hint of amusement at Darayn. "Lord Darayn is the cousin that has made aquantance with Lady Cherise, though..." Demonder shrugs. "I thought Lady Cherise to be a Lady.." Demonder stops there, and frowns. "It is unfortunate. The company she chooses to hold, ignoring her Duke even."

Cherise leaves his seat on the Leather Couch.

Cherise enters the Salon.

Rezna says "A wise plan...given the action of the rest of your commrades."

Durnik looks around at the crowded room once more before following Cherise into the salon for a bit of quiet for a while.

Durnik enters the Salon.

Returning Turail's glance for a bare moment, nodding subtlely, Darayn turns his attention back to Alwyne, "'Popularity' is a rather fleeting thing, Cousin," Darayn notes wryly, a short chuckle following his quiet comment.

Smiling with slightly flushed cheeks, Elyse simply nods with a now empty goblet, not having any way to know what to do with it, and is easily lead by Theowyn to the aforementioned table, lowering herself with assistance into the seat.

Sohai keeps his gaze on Kae, intermittently as he makes his way back to the Princess, leaning over after she is seated to whisper in her ear once more, after the appropriate bows to all around her, of course. She leans to listen keenly, near anxiety upon her fair features as her sightless gaze falls onto nothing in particular before her.

Eglantine's still silent, her disapproval only displayed by the rapidity with which she pushes back her hair.

Rezna has been concentration on Kellian but now turns his attention to Sev (sorry had missed another of your poses) He seems to smile. amused by the idea that he does not know how to run security. "When I feel that I am safe within said walls sir, I shall put down the crossbow."

Kae seems to have found another spot to set up shop... however, it seems that her harp is still outside since Mouse did not follow her in. She produces a flute case from the folds of her cloak and takes out the instrument, tucking the case away once more. She begins to play, letting her gaze drift over the room as she coaxes the quiet song from the instrument. She notes Nevin's approach, but does not stop playing.

Maricca squeezes her husbands arm and comments "When are you geeting me that guard darling." she seems to care not who hears her.

Rezna looks back to his wife. "I dispatched the letter to the Ebon hand detachment this morning dear."

Sev says "Then you do not trust our Prince's judgement after all, Ambassador Rezna? Surely that contraption would avail you not against whatever could pass our defenses, even in the unlikely event?"

Nevin seems content, for the moment, to watch Kae play for the space of about a minute, after which he gives her a quiet nod and turns away, returning to the crowd.

Alwyne watches the milling nobles for a moment, then looks back at Darayn and replies, "Yes, I suppose it is."

Theowyn offers Elyse a chair, and does indeed give her the appropriate aid so that she may sit at the Spicewood table. He flows into his own seat easily enough. "Much political angst flows within the room, to be certain." That could be seen by the simple paring of people in conversation.

Theowyn sits down at Spicewood Table.

"Well enough Lady Rennar. I'm sure you, most of all, can appreciate both the trials and rewards of such an undertaking." A slight wryness manages to find its way out from underneath his unperturbed weathered features. Then his attention is re-taken by Demonder's words, "Ah, Lord Darayn. A few words concerning your charm have managed to reach my ears." Is that amusement glittering in stone-blue eyes? Probably, though good natured. "Lady Cherise is a handful, is she not?" He glances at Demonder again as Demonder remarks on Cherise's manners. Mmm. He may well have to do something about Cherise's chosen company rather soon.

Rezna shakes his head. "I have the upmost confidence in the Prince's ability and his judgement...it is the men...serving beneath him I have reservations about."

From the balcony above, Tigare comes into the corridor from the direction of the balcony to the west.

Rio eyes narrow at the ambassador's comment about the Ebon Hand. No, this is not good at all. She gazes at Kellian as the ambassador insults him, her mouth forming a tight line of distaste.

At the mention of Cherise's chosen company, a more noticeable frown comes to Rennar's features once more. "Indeed. It does not bode well." She makes no direct reference to what she is commenting about entirely. "I do trust that you are settling into things well enough?" This she asks of Turail, while she squeezes Demonder's hand supportively.

Turning to regard Turail for a short moment, Darayn's tone also carries a light tone, "I would not know, Lord Turail," he replies, smiling slightly, "I have not yet attempted to close my hands on her."

Little by little some rumor seems to be quietly passed along to the Kandori Honor guard posted about the room. And their subsequent frequent glances toward the gleewoman gives testimony that she is much more interesting than perhaps paying attention to their own charge.

"In more ways than one, my Prince," Elyse says slightly breathlessly to Theowyn, turning her head so that her ear may better face the lovely music issued by the flutist, Kae.

Eglantine shifts her stance, glancing down as she frowns.

Kellian stares at the Ambassador,"Ebon Hand? You have not been traffiking with the criminal element of Andor have you Ambassador?"

From the balcony above, Tigare descends the grand staircase and goes down to the Great Hall below.

Tigare ascends the grand staircase from the Great Hall below.

Kae watches Nevin watch her, the soft music weaving its way through the hall, providing a soothing backdrop for the various heated conversations. As the nobleman turns and walks away, she quirks a brow. How.. odd.

Sev says "Interesting he should want to bring *those* into t he Palace, what?""

Draz steps into the Great Hall without much notice, proffering his invitation and then straightening his cloak as he moves to the side and looks around.

Rezna snorts. "What would make you think that?"

Alwyne watches Turail and Darayn's exchange calmly.

Tigare walks down the stairs, eyes wide, something about her jingling slightly. She makes a rather poor entrance, though, as she's barely taller thant the banisters.

Various of the Barydar servants circulate throughout the Great Hall and the Salon, making sure that glasses are refreshed or replaced.

Alianthe glances frequently at the gleewoman as she wanders aimelessly around the room, finally selecting a point at which she can overhear most of the conversations, and still keep an eye on everything else.

Maricca shifts uncomfortably at the conversations and takes a fresh glass of wine from a passing server.

Nevin spies Tigare at the foot of the steps, and moves over to her.

Duke Roesone seems amused by Darayn's comeback, and in fact, a rare variant of his stone-face, known in some circles as a smirk threatens his mouth. "I am pleased to hear that, Lord Darayn." His tone is clearly amused now. No, that was not a threat, only a jest aimed at the propriety of Darayn 'closing his hand' on Cherise at this early stage of acquaintance. "Things which are not in hand, shall be shortly, Lady Rennar." He remarks almost as cryptically to her.

Kellian looks at Rezna,"You talk of hiring guards from some shady group from the sounds of it."

Theowyn sets his sites on the certain discussion of conflict, too distant for him to hear, but as a brief crowd of people passes through he does manage to see conversation. The matter of Elyse's Guard is something else, and Theowyn addresses that next. "Your Guard are showing and interesting curiousity toward the musician."

Rezna laughs. "Oh no my dear Captain. I simply talk of guards whose loyalty...I know I can trust." he trained most of them afterall.

Draz moves into the hall, taking a glass of wine from one of the servers. He seems rather comfortable in a setting such as this, making the correct nods and moving bows as appropriate, for the moment not allowing himself to be approached by anyone for longer than a kind word or two.

Of course, Kae is used to having people look at her oddly, but tonight the frequency of the glances makes her shift somewhat uncomfortably as she stands there playing her flute. After a few minutes, she begins moving through the crowd as she plays, hoping that she can at least forget that she is being watched so carefully even if she can't figure out a way short of leaving to keep from being watched.

Rennar nods her head compliantly to Turail, her eyes settling on Darayn briefly in puzzlement. Likely, Rennar has heard of the arrangement between himself and her husband, but has not heard the entire story outright. "I do hope, for your sake, Lord Turail that it is." She pauses her head and sighs, eyes lowering briefly, "I must say that it is a shame about Fal Moran."

Alwyne eyes Duke Roesone speculatively for a moment.

Eglantine stands with Rio, Kellian, Sev, and Rezna - the latter looking rather less like part of a cozy little group. She frowns slightly, looking rather nervous. She smiles, though, when she catches sight of Draz, and raises a hand a fraction.

Tigare hurries quickly over, when she's approached. "Uncle Nevin!" Softly. And softer, "I finished dinner."

Sev says "Ah, trust, the mainstay of the diplomat's art.""

Kellian looks at Rezna,"Did you ask the Prince's permission to bring these guards into the Palace?"

Maricca nods "I much prefer one of our own guarding me." she mutters as she sips her wine.

Demonder sighs a touch, though otherwise attempts to continue his amused expression, as it is his preference. "Cousin," this time to Turail, "It was a good attempt at an arrangement. Lord Darayn certainly is a reminder of my life before falling in love," he's all too forward about that, his lip quirking in amusement as he somehow manages to make that sound as much a negative as a positive. "Yes, Fal Moran..." his voice trails.

Nevin nods to Tigare. "And a good thing, too. We have a great many people here tonight, as I said we would."

Kataline notices the rather frequent glances toward the gleewoman and quirks an eyebrow, wondering what's so fascinating about her. Well, her hand is quite rested by now...so she picks up the charcoal once again and starts sketching, this time of the slightly nervous gleewoman being the center of a number of curious stares.

Alwyne murmurs, "A tragedy indeed."

Rezna smirks. "Did you ask him for his permission before you invited the savages in?" Mental note...ask Theowyn for permission at next available opportunity

Draz smiles widely as he notices Eglantine, starting towards her little group. As he looks at those in the group, however, he pauses, his attention drawn instead to... the... painting, and he walks over to it, thoughtfully studying it.

Tigare nods. She reaches up to Nevin's hand, though she's lately called herself To Old for that sort of thing. "It's good?"

Darayn shakes his head in silent amusement at Demonder's remark, although he denies his humor any other outlet by compressing his lips tightly, allowing the others to continue their conversations free of interruption.

Sev says "Ah, but savage is a matter of grace and literacy, is it not? I admit, I am too young to have known the war, but perhaps becasue of this, I found them both literate and cultured. He adds. "I see you bear a book of the Old Tongue, though. A hobby-horse of mine, it is, I do think it behooves one to recall the past... ""

Elyse nods slightly to Theowyn's comment, 'Lt. Commander, perhaps the musician would be so kind as to come and join us?' her voice again, a plaintive whisper, then she leans a bit more towards Theowyn as he sits beside her, She mutters to Theowyn, "There is... question... her... Prince," her voice strange and distracted as she explains.

Maricca turns to her husband "I do believe we mentioned it to the Prince the night we spoke to him and he agreed I could have my own guard and that you could pick a few of his also."

Nevin takes Tigare's hand, smiling reassurance at her. "Very good. Here, let me introduce you to a few people you should know." With that, he leads her over toward Rennar, Demonder, and Turail.

Eglantine watches as Draz is diverted, and returns her attention fully to the group.

A soul can take a flight to elsewhere in the blink of an eye if given the magic word, and anything of Shienar seems to do the trick for the High Seat cut half from that cloth. The distance suddenly in Turail's supercooled blue eyes is a giveaway as both Rennar and Demonder make mention of the tradgedy of Fal Moran. He nods slightly as his eyes snap back into here and now focus. "A tragedy.. of monumental proportions, I agree." He sounds faintly weary, all humor driven forth by somber thoughts.

Rezna smacks his forhead looking to his wife. "Ah yes that's right he did. Well there you go Captain." Eyes go to Sev again. "Can you decipher the Old Tongue?"

Theowyn nods slightly at Elyse's comment, now he too tries to spy out Kae, though from their seated position this isn't an easy task. "Can you expand on that, Princess?"

Sev says "Aye, I can do this, though at some more oblique constructions, I am less than quick... If I may? ""

Tigare follows Nevin, holding tight to his hand. Standing up straight. Keeping her head up. All those Ladylike things.

Kae continues to move through the mulling crowd of nobility, spreading her music as she goes. The group of guardsmen as well as the Prince and Princess' table are most resolutely avoided.

Sev says "I may have even read teh work before, if it be well-known.""

Kellian looks at Rezna,"I did not invite them in." Then glances at Rio quickly. But doesn't give Rezna much satisfaction there. He looks back at Maricca, and nods,"Very well then." smiling at her. A genuine smile. Then to Rezna,"I'm afraid I'm too busy at the moment to act on your behalf Ambassador." As if he would be asked.

Eglantine looks at Sev, mildly startled. In an impressed sort of way.

Nevin wears a merry smile as he leads Tigare toward the suddenly somber group. "Lady Rennar, my greetings. Lord Turail, Lord Demonder, have you all met my niece, Lady Tigare?"

Rio meets the captain glance with a grimace, but says little more about the matter.

Sev speaks a pretty quote in the Old Tongue, as though a schoolboy sharing a joke.

Tigare looks up at the very important three, eyes large as she stares at them.

Rezna seems dubious...but curiosity as always has the better of him. He hands the book over to Sev

Rezna smiles to himself...a well satisfied smile. Not often one gets the last word on an Aes Sedai

Gently, does Rennar reach out and squeeze Turail's shoulder. "Forgive me... now is not the time for such comments. I should have left somber moments at home." She gives the High Seat of Roesone a sheepish look, then turns her attention to Nevin as he starts to make introductions; dropping her hand from Turail's shoulder and squeezing Demonder's hand. She nods her head to the Duke of Barydar and his young liege, each in turn. "A pleasure." She comments softly.

Elyse shifts uncomfortably, her low voice strained from an old injury made anew, though she does her best to disquise the pain in her expression. Lucky for her, her gaze always remains expressionless, vacant and unseeing as they are, 'Some speculation . . . she may me . . . ' she frowns slightly, but a sad frown, not an angry or resentful one, She mutters to Theowyn, "... some... Prince."

Sohai moves through the crowd, weaving here and there, and displaying that martial artists grace that Kandori soldiers are known for, finally arriving to face Kae, and bow slightly, extending his arm out in a silent gesture toward the Prince and Princess, inviting the gleewoman to join them wordlessly.

Eglantine shifts her feet, looking down toward the book in Sev's hands.

Sev flips through, and peruses. "A journal indeed. And quite good penmanship, as these things go, which is to say... Ahem. Well, pardon if I skip toward the end, perhaps he's had some practice by then...

Demonder is not always the brightest, not having put the two and two together. His actions turn more sober to the comment, nodding briefly to Turail. It is then that Nevin escorts Tigare, and he attempts to brighten his features. "Lady Tigare, I do believe we met." Of course, when they did Demonder was punching out a Gleeman, but that an entire story all-together.

Tigare curtsies, a fluid if slightly flamboyant curtsey. Her eyes are just as large as she looks up at them, and it may be apparent to Nevin that she's forgotten what to say.

Alwyne glances around the hall for a moment, then returns her attention to the exchange between Nevin and her conversation companions.

Kae's music stops suddenly, and doesn't the area around her suddenly seem lacking as she does. In fact, several of the conversing nobles nearby glance toward her curiously as she tucks her flute into its case and tucks the case away before turning to make her way toward the indicated table.

Rezna watches Sev flounder through the thing. if Theo a tower trained warder could not handel it...he knows better then to think this...young one would have any clue whatsoever

Theowyn blinks a few times at the response given, his hand coming to her own, as he sets them both on the table. The sign of affection is clear, his fingers interlacing with hers in a tight squeeze. He mutters to Elyse, "... that... four... did... disappear?"

"Darayn, dear," a dusky voice sounds from just over the Hune Lord's shoulder, startling him, "You told me you were going to take me by the Queen's Gardens tonight." Turning to face Lorilei's rather pouty expression, Darayn nods shortly before turning to his Cousins in either House or Nobility. "I fear I must depart this affair for the evening, as you may have heard my honor calls me to fulfill a promise." A slightly naughty smile slips fre before Darayn schools his expression to one much more unreadable, "Perhaps we will have the opportunity to meet again, Lord Turail, Cousin Alwyne." And with that he turns to depart, Lorilei's expression lightened greatly at the prospect of the Gardens.

Kellian steps closer to Rio. Protectively it seems. Though it's unlikely he could protect her from anything she couldn't protect herself from. Watching the ambassador and the nobleman as they talk.

Deleamar continues to sit silently near the far corner of the room. Though he doesn't offer conversation himself, indeed most do not seek companionship with the blunt Lord of Roesone, he does listen to the various words floating through the room with much interest.

Alwyne watches the couple go, a faint look of amusement crossing her features.

Turail smiles at Rennar's comforting gesture, a small smile, verging on what, wistful? before his attention turns to the small lady with Nevin. He actually crouches down and rests on his heels so he does not tower over Tigare. "A pleasure my Lady Tigare." Slight softness may be noticed creeping into Turail's voice and manners. He actually winks at the small one conspiritorially, using the child's arrival to thrust away some of the sadness that had cloaked him.

Espying the gleewoman heading toward Elyse's table, Alianthe abandons her idling and heads purposefully there as well, not wishing to miss a single thing.

Tigare does nod to Demonder; the memory of that incident doesn't seem to help her form speech. When Turail descends to her height, she smiles, easier. Her voice is clean and clear, though she fumbles the words a little: "And me, a pleasure."

Simple minded puppet guard! Rezna is such a horrible threat...if you are worried about people with weapons...perhaps you should keep you eye on the blademasters in the room

Darayn goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Nevin smiles as Turail offers his greeting to Tigare. His niece may have forgotten her practiced words, but she will do just fine on her own winning goodwill for Barydar just by being herself.

Lorilei goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

"Of course. Good evening, Darayn." Rennar nods her head toward her departing cousin, her eyes briefly going over his companion for the evening. She turns her eyes back to Tigare and Turail, and allows herself to smile a bit, "Though Lord Turail is married, Lord Barydar, I would watch him. He has a way with the ladies as well, or so I hear." Her tone is lightly teasing as she speaks. "He may steal the heart of your niece." She winks at Tigare as well, then steps back a bit and behind Demonder as if to hide from retaliation.

Elyse seems everso grateful for that affectionate grasp over her hand, however inappropriate it might seem, and she nods, not yet, knowing that Kae approaches, She mutters to Theowyn, "... sister... crib... long... to... .... . until,..." Her head tilts, offering her ear to Sohai who arrives with Kae, and announces the gleewoman's arrival, sans name since he does not have it. She manages a pensive smile to the woman, "Peace favour you, Mistress . . . ?"

Rezna just smiles and shakes his head as Kellian hovers around Rio. That poor guy. Well at least we can all be thankfull he's not running the guard. Eyes go to Sev. "make anything of it?"

Easilly forgotten, Draz stands before the painting, wineglass held at the correct angle in one hand, gently caressing a small green stone with the other. Whereas the painting was merely a distraction at first, he seems to be honestly admiring it now.

Sev says "Mmm, I wonder who "That dastard Calman," could be, "Killer of joy, breaker of... my winecup. Best winecup. " Hmm, either a cunning metaphor, or an ill-trained manservant, I presume. Perhaps I could take this to where my lexicon is, and give you the gist of it in a few days? ""

Twitch arrives with Mouse.

Rezna shakes his head and reaches out for the book. "Fraid not sir."

Eglantine blinks up at Sev, and down toward the book.

Turail smiles at Tigare once more and then rises from his crouch to eye Rennar questioningly, "I do? I was not informed of this!" He protests.

Kae curtseys low, not that the young Princess can see it... "Kae, your Highness." she supplies, folding her hands neatly before her and managing, somehow, not to fidget. It's been a long night.

Mouse slips into the Great Hall, Twitch perched on her shoulder. She takes a moment to glance around, then makes her way through the crowd toward Kae, winding her way among people who hardly even notice she's there.

Nevin smiles down to Tigare as Turail rises.

Demonder simply chuckles at Rennar's comments, a hinting surprise at her humor. "Renni, you do not wish to see Blademaster's cheeks blush from such comments." When one takes notice of Turail's usual manner, that comment is more so amusing.

Alianthe arrives at the table and offers a bright smile to Kae, seeming to lose some of her pensiveness. "Light illumine, Mistress Kae!" she chirps, sailing around the table to stand behind Elyse, as per her usual position as a lady-in-waiting.

"Perhaps that was because they were too shy to say anything." Rennar further teases, all light and good humored. Still, she stands behind Demonder, ensuring that he is between herself and Turail. "Would you not defend me, my husband, if Lord Turail called for his honor to be defended?"

Sev nods, glancing down, and says, "Well, do come by sometime, and I may bring the House tutor to slap my wrists for a misconjugation, just as for old time's sake. How did you come by this, in any event? It looks like quite the find...

Alwyne looks amused, yet somewhat...distracted.

Tigare smiles up at Turail as he rises, then looks up to Uncle Nevin, seeking reassurance. She finds it in the smile, and her perfect posture relaxes slightly.

Rezna says "I received it as part of my families inheritance.""

Maricca sips her wine and remains by her husbands side. Emerald eyes go to Sev then to the book in question.

Sev flips to the last page, and says, "Is that so? I do wonder how it ends?"

Kellian decides he is tired of bantering with the ambassador it seems, more pressing matters gather in his mind as his gaze grows distant.

Rezna says "Badly I'm sure...as most things from that time did. *he takes the book back*"

Sev smiles, "Well, I shan't part you from it any more than necessary, but do keep it dry. A treasure, the moreso."

Theowyn is surprised by Elyse's words, that much shows. Again, he begins to spy out the room in search of Kae but it is not with success. He mutters to Elyse, "Would this be... a... Taken from the..."

Sev hands the book back to Rezna, seeming to have forgotten all the earlier tension in his fascination."

Nevin sees that the other High Seats have returned to their own conversation, although he is pleased that it seems at least somewhat the lighter now, and tells Tigare, "I think that the Prince and the Princess are busy just now, so you'll have to meet them later. Shall we go over and say hello to Eglantine?"

Rezna says "I will be taking very good care of it sir *he still does not know the guy's name* I brought it in hopes someone here could tell me what was written within."

Tigare nods to Nevin. "Yes, please. Is she here?"

Sev nods. "Well, it's a journal, that much is clear, yes. Insight for the ages, no doubt."

Mouse ends up standing beside, but just a little behind, Kae in front of the Prince and Princess. She doens't curtsey, possibly because she isn't wearing a dress. She doesn't bow, either, though. She just watches the pair of them with expressionless grey eyes, standing by the gleewoman.

Kellian mutters to Rio, "The... be... here.... is... just the company."

Turail chuckles some more as Rennar presses him further with teasing. "Ah Lady Rennar, if what you say is true, perhaps I will simply work my charms on thee?" He glances towards Demonder, obviously baiting the both of them slightly. Sometimes, he does display a slightly .. un-Andoran sense of humor. His eyes travel around the remaining persons in the circle, lighting briefly on Alwyne.

Sev says "I don't doubt that the more salient points may be ciphered, though. It's been the practice."

Eglantine says, "Perhaps the library..." Tentative. This may be the first time she's spoken, since the ambassador walked over.

Rio mutters to Kellian, "You are reading... thoughts, Kellian."

Nevin nods to Tigare. "Right over there, with Lord Sev, Captain Kellian, and Rio Sedai," he replies. "And the Cairhienin ambassador, whom I have yet to greet myself."

"Lord Barydar, I know life within Houses can often times be difficult, and lonely. I've a younger sister, Satira, who might enjoy Lady Tigare's company sometime, if she is interested." Rennar speaks this as she glancse down at the younger Barydar. "If this proves true, let me know and I'll set up a meting between the two. They are about the same age, I'd think."

Rezna nods. "That much I gethered from Prince Theowyn. I shall find someone better versed to interperite for me"

Kellian mutters to Rio, "... if you... a... run for... stand... and... any..."

Nevin turns back to the duchess, when she speaks, smiling the more broadly. "Lady Rennar, that strikes me as an excellent idea."

Tigare's face is eager as she hears Rennar's offer, and she looks up to Nevin. "Can I?" Yes, it seems that she can. She nods, happily.

Sev nods. "I shall keep an eye out, myself. The true mastery of the tongue can be a rare thing... so many see it as a mere idle affectation.

Demonder is simply amused by Turail's comment. Humor is found in odd places at times. "A challenge worth those herons," he comments with a chuckle. Though he does watch Rennar after that comment, pondering if he'll get bapped in the head.

Alwyne seems to notice Turail's scrutiny despite her preoccupation, and smiles politely.

Eglantine asks Sev, "It is a personal specialty for you?"

Nevin nods down to Tigare. "Of course."

Elyse smiles to Kae's voice, then relaxes a bit more as she hears Alianthe behind her, feeding from the strength of her supportive friend. She inclines her head once, leaning, She mutters to Theowyn, "... are... Royal... total, my Prince.... be... to..." Her tone is careful, as she then places her attention back to Kae, caution and hope warring in her expression, "You play very nicely, Mistress Kae," she begins, "I am told you are of Kandori heritage?"

Rio gives Kellian a chuckle, "I hardly think that will be necessary, Captain." She turns to Eglintine and Sev, ignoring the ambasador. "Countess. Sev. It has been a pleasure talking with you, but the hour is growing late and I fear that I should be returning home." She gives Kellian a smiles, "You arrived here rather late. Why don't you enjoy the party? I'm sure that I can find a carriage back to the palace safely."

Rezna nods to Sev. "I would apprciate that sir. Should you locate one...you know where to find me."

Tigare says "Thank you." She turns to Rennar and says it again, more formally, "Thank you, Lady Rennar."

Rennar nods her head graciously to Nevin, her smile broadening. Oh, she's not done with Turail yet, but she'll finish this line of conversation first. "Excellent!" She exclaims. "I will speak with Satira first chance I get and see how she feels about the meeting as well. She needs another to speak with, now that our sister is no longer with us." She does not go into detail over Calisa, it being known that the young girl went to the side of the Dark and then died; or is presumed dead in most cases. She then turns her attention to Turail, her eyes teasing the other Lord briefly, "That would not be becoming of a married lady, Lord Turail, and you'll find that my attentions are steadfast to my husband." Her tone turns teasing once again.

Eglantine nods to Rio. "It was a pleasure to meet you." Quietly. "Good night."

Kellian nods to Rio,"Be safe, Rio." smiling to his friend.

Nevin sees that Rio is on her way out, and nods to her as well.

Rio inclines her head in return to Duke Nevin's nod as she slowly makes her way toward the entry hall.

Turail returns Alwyne's polite smile, and then turns a slightly more mischevious one back on Duchess Rennar, "Come out then, Lady Rennar, if you fear not my wiles. I merely asked because you seem to know a lot about my charms.." He grins at Demonder, whom she hides behind.

Kae stands quietly, waiting. As Elyse addresses her once more, she nods slowly. After a moment, it occurs to her that the Princess cannot see her nod and blinks slightly. "Er, yes your Highness..." She draws a slow breath in an attempt at soothing her frayed nerves. Perhaps it would have been better to leave without getting paid...

Sev says "Aye, it is. Let's greet my kinswoman, he says, and bows to Rezna. "But until then, Ambassador. Do take care, and the Light be ever upon you.'""

Sev bows to Rio as she exits if his player didn't pose too late.

Finally Draz turns from studying the painting, eyes searching the room. He accepts a new glass of wine from one of the passing servers. He slowly starts to make his way over to where Eglantine stands, casting a quick glance at the departing Aes Sedai. Ashame... he missed meeting her.

Rio goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Eglantine smiles at Draz, at his approach. "Hello. Hello, good evening."

Tigare watches the lady that's leaving, curious.

"It is not your charms that I fear, Lord Turail, but my own." Rennar counters, amusement clearly in her voice as she continues her light teasing. "You see, you are a married man as well, and with my feelings so steadfast to my husband, I'd be afraid of stealing your heart away from your wife with no recompense for you...." She continues to hide behind Demonder; a safe place to be. She gently squeezes her husband's hand in reassurance of her teasing.

Kataline finishes sketching one cluster of nobles and goes on to the next, losin herself in the soothing, familiar rhythm and sounds of charcoal scratching over paper.

Mouse steps forward to stand beside Kae, reaching up to touch her elbow. Okay, so she isn't much, but she's still here. She keeps her impassive grey gaze on the royalty at the table.

Sev smiles to Eglantine. "I do hope the entertainment has been sufficient, Excellency. I fear I find myself too easily absorbed by a rare old book."

Draz bows as he approaches Eglantine, fighting back the urge to smile, but failing, perhaps sharing a secret joke. "Lady Eglantine, it do be a pleasure. How do ye be faring?"

Maricca turns to her husband She mutters to Rezna, "... much... will... be here darling?... you think you will ever... anyone to..." she again sips at her wine.

Maricca shrugs "tis up to you darling I can survive."

Nevin separates himself and Tigare courteously from the other High Seats, and stops, for a moment at least, to greet Alwyne. "I trust that you are enjoying the party; have you met my niece, Lady Tigare?"

Eglantine smiles at Sev, awkwardly. "Yes, of course, it's been fascinating, if a little disconcerting..." She flushes at Draz' greeting, and nods. "Very well, I'm very well, thank you. How are you?" She ought to introduce everyone in the remaining little circle to him and him to them, but the very thought of it - titles, extra names, who to present to who - overwhelms her.

It is rare that Demonder's eyes would hold this much amusement, bulging with the need to laugh, he tries to hold back the chuckles that want to appear. It likely more because he knows both Rennar and Turail, and their interestingly different sense of humors from his own. "I could only indanger myself with a comment on these matters..." he concludes, twisting to look to Rennar with that showing surprise. "You are being delightful, my love. A second Blademaster in House Hune, this one following in hopes of winning you over, would be an excellent addition."

Kellian continues to stand near Countess Eglantine as she talks to other guests.

Tigare smiles at Alwyne. And she curtsies again, with care.

Theowyn pulls away from the leaned in position used to speak quietly with Elyse. He takes this opportunity to seek out the note placed earlier in his pocket. One would think the Prince would read it sooner considering the circumstances it was brought to him by. As he unfolds the note, he watches Kae with a note of curiousity.

Kae's attention is distracted momentairly from the Royals by Mouse's touch upon her elbow. She turns her gaze down tot he girl and smiles, moving one hand to rest it lightly upon Mouse's shoulder.

Rezna nods to his wife. "Allow me to find the host of this...event and thank him for his hospitality and then we shall be on our way."

Alwyne returns the girl's smile and inclines her head in response to her curtsey.

Maricca smiles "yes I would like to do that darling it has been a nice affair."

"Oh I see." Turail's remark to Rennar is indulgently laughing, though his mouth merely grins. He chuckles at Demonder's expression, marvelling at just how much of a rascal his married cousin remains, even in marriage. "And yet you avoid the question of how my supposed charms have come to your attention.." A teasing accusation, "Although, I must warn you, Jan will not give me up easily. She is.. sly and determined, as well as beautiful."

Draz shrugs to Eglantine, only his shoulders moving in the gesture. "I be doing well milady, House Barydar be praised for such a fine showing." He looks from Eglantine to the others gathered around her and offers each one a nod, even offering a slight bow to Sev when he notices the other man's clothing.

Nevin stands not far from Rezna, paying courtesies to Alwyne. "Have you seen our new Ravan?" He inquires?

Rezna makes some discrete inquiries among the servants present as to who might be the host. he is pretty much clueless afterall

Mouse glances up at Kae as she rests her hand on her shoulder, then turns back to watch the Royals. Twitch yawns and goes to cleaning his whiskers, ignoring everyone, since no one's feeding him, or scratching his ears. Humans are so inconsiderate.

"Indeed, so I have heard." Rennar admits, "Though, I have not actually met her myself, to my knowledge." She glances at Demonder, his turn now, "Do not all men, once they are married, gather an entourage of women who just wished they were married to them instead of the person they are with?" She winks at her husband, then glances back to Turail speculatively, "You, especially, now that you've inherited the House."

Eglantine smiles at Draz. "I've never seen so many people in this room." She looks at them all, and openly asks, "Please, I am sorry, do introduce yourselves?"

One of the servants, a handsome lad, indicates Lord Nevin.

Tigare looks up at Nevin. Rav...oh. Yes. She looks toward the painting.

Sev nods, and says to Draz, "Sev Hune of the House Hune, who should catch the next glass of claret that wheels by," he says, referencing his empty glass as though he would raise it.

Demonder shakes his head, chuckling lightly and in hopes it won't get worse, before his next comment. "I believe the entourage of women is well hidden from the one we wish to marry, and simply left unthreatened once we have won the hand of the one we wished to take as ours," Demonder comments with a certain amusement.

Kellian remains quiet for the moment. Uncertain of the protocol. He is not openly know to be of the nobility. And is certainly regarded with less standing as a Captain in the Queen's Guard. So he keeps his own council for now.

Draz smiles widely at the ease of Sev's response and inclines his head again, "Drazen Duran of Altara. It do be a pleasure meetin' ye Lord Hune." At ease, he somewhat forgets to keep his pronunciation clear, the Illianer accent shining through.

Elyse tilts her head backwards a bit, towards where she last heard Alianthe, a plaintive expression appears, seeking assistance, not truly certain where to begin, then turns back to Kae, "Forgive me, Mistress Kae, you seem so young to have accomplished such talent--" talent which Elyse herself shares at merely 19 years of age, "How old are you?"

"See your wife's perceptions Demonder?" Turail inquires in feigned shock. "I assure you lady Rennar, if there is such an entourage gathering to the carcass of the old married man, they have been stealthy in keeping themselves from even the notice of myself." He laughs wryly, "And especially my wife. I'd have felt the hotness of her displeasure already, were such a body to exist, I am sure."

Eglantine smiles, relaxing, though she looks at Kellian with some mild puzzlement. She just asks, however, "Have you been enjoying the music?" Well, when there was music.

Sev smiles again, "Brilliant. I take it you know the Countess Eglantine?"

Kae wonders how the Princess could know whether she is young by not looking at her... could she tell just by the voice? "I am twenty six summers old, your Highness." she replies, politely.

Kellian looks at her. "I was. Unfortunately she stopped playing shortly after I arrived. I hope I was not the cause of that." He seems to be jesting.

Rezna is no judge of looks...especially in men. he thanks the servant for said indication anyway though and heads toward Nevin, holding back a respectable distance until the man is free to talk. Would hate to be rude during such a splendid event afterall...

Speculatively, Rennar nods, "Perhaps... perhaps... though I suppose you are not privy to the whisperings of those stroll in the Arboretum rather than the Queen's Gardens either." Rennar tsks in a teasing manner, shaking her head from side to side. It may be known that Rennar stopped going to the Palace for any reason, except for High Court meetings as required.

Sev obtains a glass of wine as a servant wheels by with aplomb and a minor flourish.

Draz coughs on his wine at Sev's question, recovering his composure quickly enough, "Countess... aye, I do be knowin' the Countess Eglantine from long ago." He casts an incredulous glance at Eglantine with a smile not quite formed on his lips.

Theowyn's travel between Kae and Elyse, before they focus on the paper ahead. As he reads, the expression tightens on his features. Theowyn feels the need to crumple the paper, but holds back by straining his fingers, and setting it back to his pocket.

Eglantine pushes her hair back, face coloring. "Yes." Awkwardly, embarassed. "We met... some time ago, yes."

Alwyne looks over at Nevin, apparently realizing he had been speaking to her. "I find it a very interesting work, truth be told."

Sev raises his glass to Eglantine before taking a sip and looking visibly refreshed. "I do hope it's been entertaining as promised, Excellency. Surely Cairhein has done us a justice at least in this respect,"

Nevin turns a bit toward the painting, stepping back a bit as he speaks to Alwyne about it, not realizing tha as he does so, he is stepping rather closely to where Kae is talking to Elyse and Theowyn.

Eglantine smiles. "Yes, very much." Awkwardly. "I don't fully understand all of the issues, of course."

"Perhaps you will enlighten me, then sometime, Lady Rennar." Turail chuckles and shakes his head, his sleekly black straight ponytail shifting positions on the collar of his coat in the motion.

"My wife is all too perceptive when she has a need for it," Demonder comments lightly, setting to the lesser tone of the conversation. "I am certain the Duke is a man of experience, not many would have survived marriage with a Domani thus long. Lady Janeva is very..." he searches for the appropriate word. "Charming." Not charming in the Andoran sense.

Tigare is comfortable enough to release Nevin's hand, even. She steps around for a better look at the painting.

Alwyne moves over to stand near Nevin, drifting somewhat away from her previous conversation companions.

Sev grins, "In this, you are perhaps pointedly not alone, m'lady. But can I leave you to good Drazlan's attentions? I should greet my cousin."

Eglantine nods quickly to Sev, mildly apologetic. "Yes, of course, I didn't mean to keep you. It has been very nice to see you again."

Sev says "It's been brilliant, m'lady, Perhaps you might favor me with a dance, should minstrels appear.""

Eglantine's smile brightens. "That would be very nice."

Elyse takes a deep breath herslf, nodding, "Would you mind too terribly coming to the palace on occasion and playing for me?" A disarming smile, "Despite the fact that Kandori coin is not quite as heavy as Andoran, I can promise your time will be fairly compensated."

Smiling with one corner of his mouth, Drazen nods to Sev, "Good eve to ye." Turning back to Eglantine, he starts to speak and then shakes his head. Considering, he opens his mouth again and once again closes it. Finally he smiles and leans over towards her, speaking quietly.

Nevin says to Alwyne, "I still can't believe that I acquired the painting so inexpensively. It's worth a fortune. I am hoping to get it authenticated soon."

Sev bows and slides back toward where Rennar is.

Alwyne glances at Nevin. "Wherever did you get it?"

Eglantine's face turns redder, as she answers Draz.

Maricca looks to the painting as she stands by her husbands side waiting for Nevin to acknowledge them "the painting is lovely isn't it Rezna."

Draz's face carries a look of amazement and amusment as he regards Eglantine.

Sev smiiles to Rennar and raises his glass, staying outside the zone of intrusion upon her conversation..

Kellian looks between Draz and Eglantine. Not certain if he should intervene or is he intruding. "Countess?" He says softly.

Tigare asks, looking up to Nevin, "Who'd we get it from?"

Rezna shrugs and has never had an appreciation for fine art. "Yes it's lovely dear." His eyes do seem to lock in on it though

Eglantine smiles at Kellian, apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm being very rude. I... we were just discussing the... change in title."

Nevin hasn't noticed Rezna and Maricca, having turned away at the wrong moment. In fact, he's stepping backward again, rather in their direction. "The perspective is one of the most interesting parts of the painting," he says to Alwyne, glancing down at Tigare.

Alwyne's glance flickers from Nevin, to Tigare, to Rezna, then back, waiting.

Rennar chuckles further and pinches her husband's arm a bit - a light pinch, nothing hard. "I must admit that marriage seems to suit you." She speaks this to Turail, though it could be meant for Demonder as well. "I am afraid, however, I must part company. The hour is growing late, and there's a meeting in the morning I must attend with the decorators." Her eyes dance and light up when she speaks this. Items have been coming and going out of House Hune over the last few weeks or so.

Draz grins at Eglantine's response and straightens, shaking his head slightly. He glances down at Kellian and salutes the man with a silent toast before draining the contents of his glass.

Kae flashes a smile, seeming to relax a little bit. "Ah, yes... of course, your Highness. It would be an honor." She begins searching through her cloak for something, and apparently doesn't find it as easily as she'd expected. Drawing one half more foreward, the other half slips off her shoulder to hang down her back. As it does so, it reveals part of what looks to be a birthmark peeking out above the oddly cut neckline of her dress.

Turail smiles back at Demonder and Rennar as this particular joke seems to be finally dying down, and then remarks. "I am afraid my time for socilization this evening is expired as well. Lady Rennar, Lord Demonder. It was a pleasure to see you again."

Demonder looks between Turail and Rennar as though they were conspirators, deciding to leave about the same time. "I will be joining you, of course, my love," he mentiosn to Rennar with a teasing grin.

Rezna is on the look out for large bodies on an intercept course this time, and promptly steps out of Nevin's way eyes slowly moving away from the painting.

Mouse just stands quietly, her cat on her shoulder, and watches.

Rennar nods her head to Turail, and the others, "A pleasure, aye." She smiles at Sev as he makes his way closer, but from the looks of things, she's preparing to leave herself. "Cousin Sev, Cousin Alwyne, a good evening to you both as well." She takes a step forward and hooks her own arm with Demonder's as he announces he'll be escorting her home.

Nevin responds to Alwyne belatedly, somewhat distracted by the art. "I bought it from a dispossessed Murandian noble of minor standing. It's the small details which make me think that it's the actual Ravan, rather than a good copy. But since the authentication papers that the Murandian had had were lost when they fled the country, he couldn't prove it was real."

Alianthe squints slightly, trying to unobtrusively peer closer and make out the birthmark. A slight sucking of her breath indicates her success, just before she leans down and whispers to Elyse.

Alwyne turns slightly back towards the couple at the sound of Rennar's voice, and smiles. "Good evening, cousins."

Sev smiles, and bows to his cousin. "Ah, my cousin, it were the better for your coming, however brief. I will doubtless see you on the morrow."

Sev nods to DEmonder again, and offers a bow t Turail. "Your Grace."

Theowyn's mind drifts to other matters, no doubt whatever had be written on the note is tugging at his conciousness. He does faintly watch the exchange between Elyse and Kae. And after another pause, he settles something in his mind, his attentions going further to them.

Rennar chuckles faintly, "Aye, doubtless Sev." Rennar answers, nodding her head to her cousin again. With that, she allows Demonder to lead her out of the room, pinching him lightly again for his 'suspicions'.

Alwyne's attention shifts back to Nevin as he begins speaking again. "Interesting."

Tigare moves closer to Nevin, as more people approach, and reches for his hand.

Sev glances to Alwyne.

Nevin turns with Alwyne to wave farewell to Rennar, and sees Rezna out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, you must be the Ambassador? Have you met my niece, Tigare?" Prompted in the last somewhat by Tigare's hand, which he takes.

Eglantine takes a breath, and asks Draz, "Had you been back in Caemlyn long, when we met again?"

"Lord Sev, until next we meet," Demonder responds, taking his wife and beginning their escort through the arrangement of people toward the door. "You were delightfully interesting this evening, my love. It was good to see you in good humor."

Turail departs right after Rennar and Demonder, after casting a glance about to note that Lord Nevin is occupied. He will simply send a note of thank to Nevin on the morrow, rather than disturb him now, and possibly get hooked into further conversations. He bows to Sev briefly on his way past, "Light Shine.", his bearing still casual, though his movements reflect a bit more purpose now than earlier. It does not take long for his angular form to disappear through the doors of the hall out into the evening air.

Sev holds up a glass of wine as if toask if she would like one.

Turail goes through the large oaken double doors leading to the Forecourt.

Tigare curtsies to the Ambassador, wearing a smile. It all seems easier now. But she still forgets what to say.

Alwyne briefly glances at Nevin, who has apparently become engrossed with the ambassador, then back to Sev. She shakes her head slightly.

Rezna has met...no one really. He shakes his head as he finally gets to look down at someone. "I am afraid I have not had the pleasure." he offers the young child a pleasant smile. "You must be our gracious host. A splendid event you have put together here...almost reminds me of home."

You go back outside, into the Forecourt.