(LOGGED by Genette)

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

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Contents:
Satira, Shalayne

Shalayne stands by the open door, wondering what she is supposed to do.

Genette comes out of the Manor house, eyes observant as always. Her features denote a cheerful, motherly manner as usual. She smiles fondly at Satira, then turns her attention to Shalayne, "You are here for the party, Mistress?"

Shalayne smiles with a touch of relief. "Yes indeed I am. I am the artist commissioned for the evening."

Having picked up the yellow rose she was after, Satira just back on her feet, and makes her way - almost like a small white storm - to the entrance to the house.

A smile brightens on the elderly woman's features, "Indeed? Then please follow me and I will show you where you will need to set your things up." Genette glances after Satira, curiously watching her briefly, then turns to follow the young Hune lady inside.

Satira climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

You climb the stairs to the main door, and enter the house.

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

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Contents:
Satira

Shalayne enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Ducking her way through the guests, Satira continues her speedy journey toward the Grand Hall.

Satira walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

"This way, this way..." Genette urges Shalayne, moving forward toward the Grand Hall. "There is a spot partially set up for you already."

You walk through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This is indeed a Grand Hall. Like the rest of the house, the walls are of white stone and the floor is marble. In the south wall is the fireplace whose companion hearth is in the foyer. A long wooden table stretches almost the length of the hall, with chairs set all around it. At the most eastern end of the hall is a dais with a stone table upon it. This is where the lady of the manor, her family, and honoured guests would sit for meals. The hall itself is two stories tall, and windows in the north wall are at the second story level. A long pole with a hook at its end rests in the corner until it is needed to open or close a window. Large tapestries hang from the walls, to add some colour and feeling to the room. The odor of good food is coming through the door in the southwest corner which leads to the kitchen.

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Contents:
Satira

Shalayne walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Shalayne looks around the room, taking in every detail of the surroundings.

Genette continues leading Shalayne through the building and to a corner not far from the entrance, "This should provide you a good view of everything, including Lady Rennar and Lord Demonder when they are seated at the head table." She makes a motion to the table raised slightly above the others.

Shalayne smiles and gives a small curtsey. "Thank you very much. It will be perfect. I shall just set up my equipment."

Efectively mingels between the guests, not staying more two seconds at one stop before running off to the next. She smiles at some guests, waves hello to others, and even curtsies very gracefuly to some.

Genette bows slightly to Shalayne. "My pleasure Mistress. If you have need of anything, simply ask. Lady Rennar asked me to keep a special eye out for you and the entertainers this evening." A small smile graces the older woman's lips, her motherly expression unmistakable.

Having swirled through most of the guests, Satira finds herself once again near the entrance. She tugs the apron of the older woman, "Genette," she asks the maid, "where is my place to sit?"

Shalayne nods gratefully and places her box down on the table.

Some milling guests can be seen in varying groups, speaking quietly amongst themselves. There is a curiosity amongst them, about how this particular event.

Genette turns her attention to Satira, smiling warmly at the young Hune lady. "You will be sitting at the head table, with your sister." She nods to the dais table, "There is already a seat there marked with your name." Her smile broadens, "And there is apple pie for dessert. Lady Rennar insisted on having one of my pies."

Genette glances between Satira and Shalayne, "Now if you two will excuse me, I have a few other guests to greet before the party starts."

Shalayne smiles "Of course, thank you."

Shalayne unfastens the clasp on the box and opens the lid. She takes out a hinged board which she quickly unfolds and snaps into a rigid position. She then pulls a piece of paper out of the box and attaches it to the board.

Satira lets go of Genette's apron, freeing her to do her things

Shalayne sits down at Corner Table.

Genette gently pats Satira's shoulder, then turns for the exit, "If you need anything, just ask Master Wren and he will get it for you." She points to one of the servers nearby, waiting on some of the guests. With that she makes her exit, heading through the manor to get to the Courtyard.

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

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Renica pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Narine pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Genette is standing at the door, greeting the various guests and checking invitations.

Aislynn pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Narine strides purposefully into the hallway, her gaze sweeping around the perimenter. After this initial check, she visibly relaxes. The Lady Renica also walks in with Narine.

Cronus pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Samuel arrives with Cronus.

Genette is standing at the door, greeting the various guests and checking invitations.

Samuel waits to see what cronus does.

Flanked by two formally attired Queen's Guards, Aislynn--the Queen herself--sweeps majestically into the courtyard gardens of Tiras Lorn. She holds up her long skirts with one pale hand to keep them from trailing upon the ground, and carries a slender box of black lacquer underneath her other arm. She takes a glance about the area, making her way up to where the invitations are being checked.

"Mistress Nar-" Genette starts to speak, her words cutting off abruptly. She goes down on one knee, hand to her heart, "Your Majesty."

Cronus follows in with Aislynn, as her escort in, He is on her right with Samuel on the queen's left. As he scans the area and each about, then just stands idle as and moves a pace or two behind her.

Samuel scans the area and right hand at the ready.

Samuel he lowers it when he finds nothing

Narine twists her head, the smile momentarily frozen on her face, until she hastily drops to one knee, imitating Genette, her head bowed. She murmurs, "Your Majesty. May the Light guide and keep you, and Peace follow in your footsteps."

Lady Renica turns and sweeps a formal curtsey, deep and respectful. "Your Majesty." The young noblewoman masks her surprise well.

Aislynn offers Genette a warm smile, inclining her head politely. "Good day, Mistress..." She makes a practiced gesture with one of her pale hands, indicating that Genette should now rise. When she does so, she holds out her invitation to be checked. Meanwhile, she glances at Narine speculatively, and after a moment offers her a warm smile, as well. "Good day, mistress." Again, another inclination of her golden maned head to Lady Renica, "Lady Renica, the Light shine upon you."

As beckoned, Genette does so rise. She reaches out to take the Queen's invitation first, as is proper. She quickly glances over it, not really reading it, and hands it back, "You and your party may enter, your Majesty. I am certain Lady Rennar would be pleased to see you." As she speaks, a small twinkle enters the elderly woman's eyes.

Samuel watches dispassionately as he makes another scan of the surrounds and squints at trying to see into the building

Rising slowly, Narine glances at the Lady Renica from the corner of her eye, studying her movements for hints. Narine keeps her head respectfully bowed in Her Majesty's presence. She, too, reaches into a small purse at her belt and brings out a slightly crumpled invitation and hands it to Genette, a slightly guilty expression on her face at the condition of the invitation.

The head of the Hune household, servants and staff, turns toward the others giving invitations to her. She does read over these a bit more carefully than she does the Queen's own. She nods to each, "Mistress Narine, Lady Renica, I am certain Lord and Lady Demonder would also be pleased to see you both." She smiles warmly, a fond expression coming to her features as she gazes at Narine, "Particularly after her rather unruly brother was taken care of." A special meaning between Genette and Narine, no doubt.

Impulsively, Aislynn leans forward, giving Genette a small kiss upon her cheek. "The Light shine upon you during this joyous occasion, Mistress Genette." (Assuming Genette has been with House Hune for years). With that, she turns, her white skirts swirling around her ankles, and makes her way into the manor.

Aislynn climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Narine grins ruefully, chuckling under her breath. "He has continued to behave himself, I assume?" she replies, obviously far more comfortable with this woman than with the Nobility.

Renica hides a smile at Narine's expression, keholding back respectfully until the Queen passes through. Royalty is no idle matter.

Cronus enters nodding to those about as he moves through

Cronus climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Samuel leaves with Cronus.

"If the Queen is here, we must hurry," Renica reminds Narine, even going so far as to touch Narine's sleeve in her anxiety. "We must be very late."

A small look of surprise touches Genette's feature as the Queen herself kisses her on the cheek. That surprise turns to a genuine smile, then her attention goe sback to Narine, "Indeed, he has." She nods her agreement with Renica."

Narine glances at the Lady and unconsciouly smoothes her skirts, nodding. "I am ready whenever you are, m'Lady."

Renica climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Narine climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

(LOGGED by Rennar)

Meanwhile….

Sitting Room: Rennar's Apartments, Tiras Lorn

This is the outer chamber to Rennar's rooms. It resembles a small sitting room and appears to be lavishly decorated in antique hardwood furniture, with a traditional red velvet covering any of the upholstery. There is a large bay window, with a window seat, that looks out onto the streets of Caemlyn; a small flowering plant hangs in the window, catching the sun's rays. There is a loveseat, settee and small table in the room for those who might care to sit down and rest.

There are two doors in this room, both are sturdy and made of a dark-stained, heavy oak wood; one leads into a private bedchamber and the other leads back out into the hallway.

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Contents:
Demonder

Rennar is presently sitting in her bay window, looking over the various people coming and going, in and out of the manor. One hand rests gently on her stomach. One might guess that she's actually nervous about all this.

The door slips open, and quickly closes behind as Demonder makes his way in. There is no pausing this time around, his hands slipping around your shoulders. Strong fingers begin to massage you, a smile quickly forming. "My love, we have a small crowd of people waiting for us, it seems."

A smile, bright and warm, comes to Rennar's lips. She turns her head just slightly, "So I see." She murmurs, her voice soft, almost a quiet whisper. "I'm just wondering if I can face everyone at once." She turns her gaze back to the window and the contents outside.

The young Lord can not help but smile so near to his future wife. Demonder's fingers slip to your chin, leading Rennar's head toward his again before he leans over to kiss her. A soft kiss, that deepens in passions before Demonder lifts his lips again. His breath is warm against her lips as he speaks. "You will, love. With your beauty and bravery."

Rennar chuckles nervously, "Bravery?" Worry tinges her eyes, "What if I see something....?" She shakes her head, "I am not all that strong when it comes to the images. You saw how I reacted last time."

Demonder moves around in the seat that you sit, so that he is infront of you. Kneeling before you, his eyes are intense as they look into yours. "Leave when you must, Renni, but return when you can. Do not smile when you do not feel it, but ignore what is not there. What only you can see."

Rennar chews on the inside of her lip. "It is not so easy as all that, but I will try," she promises. She lets out a soft sigh, then smiles fondly at Demonder, "At least... this is a start. Soon enough we can be married."

"You look forward to the day?" Demonder teases with a smile, attempting to get you to lighter moods. "To have me as your husband?"

And a smile does come to Rennar's lips, "Indeed, I do, Lord Roesone." She thinks on it a moment, "Almost as much, I think, as you do." Her own tone teases, "Almost."

Rennar takes a deep breath, then rises, "However, I do think it is about time for us to make our entrance. It would not do to be too terribly late for our own party. I can only hope that all will remain to go well."

Demonder takes Rennar's hand and squeezes it with affection. "I will have you looking forward to the nights as much as I do now, my love," he promises in a teasing tone, apparently getting more then enough meaning in her words. And then he stands with Rennar as she rises, offer his arm. "Let us go then."

Rennar gently takes Demonder's arm, chuckling lightly at the words, "I can only hope. There is still much to plan though, still much to attend to. Like, for instance, who we will have standing at our sides for our wedding." She leans in close to Demonder as he starts to lead her to the doorway.

Demonder chuckles. "Oh that will be easy. I will have Pitor at my side, so that he may be annoyed most of all. Or maybe Lord Corwyn, though I'd enjoy seeing the look of shame on Pitor's expression as he stands their in silence." Demonder thinks on that, realizing Pitor rarely stands silent. "Perhaps Corwyn will be the better choice." With those amused words, he opens the door and leads them out.

Demonder opens the door and walks into the Hallway.

You open the door and walk into the Hallway.

Upstairs Hallway: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You stand in the upstairs hallway. The walls here are also of white stone, and the floor is of white marble tiles. The ceiling has stuccoed geometric designs on it, and banners hang along the walls at various spots. Wooden doors, painted white, lead off the hallway into personal rooms, and one leads off to the servant's hallway. Another door leads into the nursery where the younger girls have their rooms. At the one end of the hall is the staircase leading down to the main floor.

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Demonder

Rennar chuckles warmly at Demonder's words, "I think, perhaps, Lord Corwyn would be best, if he can make it to the wedding. I have heard that he has been rather busy of late, or so it would seem...?" Her voice holds a tinge of question to it.

Demonder nods at that. "Yes, you'd think he were enjoying the fruites of his engagement more so then us," he notes with a wide grin now, leading Rennar toward the stairs that will lead them down toward the entrance hall. On a more seroius note, he nods again. "Lord Corwyn and Ravenna seem to have taking a strong interest in the business, I think."

Rennar nods her head thoughtfully as she starts to make her way down the stairs with Demonder, "Indeed. That's not all together a bad thing. At least they will both know what is going on in the business, rather than second guessing. That's one of the reasons I insist on doing the breeding program hands on."

You descend the staircase, into the entry hall.

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

Demonder descends the staircase from the second floor and joins you in the entry hall.

Rennar pauses at the bottom of the stairs with Demonder, looking at the double doors of the Grand Hall. "I suppose it is now, or never." Her tone keeps that teasing effect.

"Now," Demonder corrects Rennar all too quickly. "Never would be too hurtful on the heart, my dear."

Rennar nods silently, though seems frozen to her spot, currently, eyeing those doors. "I just want everything to be perfect." She murmurs in a whispered breath.

Demonder wisks Rennar's lips toward his with a caressing hand on her cheek. "They already are, my love."

A small smile graces Rennar's eyes at the soft brushing of the lips. Relucatantly, she pulls back, watching Demonder's features ever carefully, "I know..." She reaches up to touch Demonder's own cheek before letting her hand fall harmlessly to the side.

Aislynn enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Cronus enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Samuel arrives with Cronus.

Cronus follows in with Aislynn, as her escort in, He is on her right with Samuel on the queen's left. As he scans the area and each about, then just stands idle as and moves a pace or two behind her.

Aislynn sweeps swanlike into the entry hall of Tiras Lorn. She carries a slender box of a fine wood lacquered black, with golden scrollwork designs upon its top. When she sees Rennar, she drops into a formal curtsey, bowing her golden head to honor her friend upon this occasion. After a moment, she rises, giving Rennar a warm smile. "The Light illumine you, Rennar."

Samuel continues scanning the room.

Renica enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Narine enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Rennar turns away from regarding Demonder in a quiet, personal moment. She half bows, half-curtseys to the Queen, as is proper for a woman noble to do. "Your Majesty..." She murmurs, then speaks in a less formal voice, "Aislynn." There is a small smile in her eyes, "My home is your home. Please, make yourself confortable. We will be dining in the Grand Hall."

Samuel making a somewhat less eloquent copy of cronus last pose

Genette enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Genette comes into the manor after virtually all of the other stragglers mill in after the Queen and the Roesone's party.

Demonder's eyes seem lost in Rennar's as the Queen approaches. When his wife-to-be turns away to greet the Queen, Demonder does a step and almost stumble before bowing most formally. He adds almost a gleeman's flurry of his cloak during the bow. "Your Majesty."

Narine walks into the room, and curtsies to Lord Demonder and Lady Rennar, smiling at both of them. "My Lord, My Lady," she murmurs as she rises.

Samuel bows cautiously to all of the nobles after he is sure there is no danger.

Inclining her head politely to Rennar, she then carefully gives the woman a warm and fond embrace, as is befitting someone with whom she has shared a long friendship. She pulls back, offering Rennar another warm smile, and then turns her glacial blue eyes upon Demonder, appraisingly. She dips her head in his direction, murmuring politely, "Lord Demonder...the Light shine upon you..." before making her way toward the dining hall.

Spying a few servants straggling in the hallway, Genette makes a shooing motion with her hands. Seeing the Mistress, those straggling servants who came out to oggle at the Queen quickly backtrace their steps and move toward the kitchens where they belong, some scurrying faster than others. No doubt, thier hands will get smacked with a spoon later if they go idle.

Renica slips in at the door almost unnoticed for a noble, her eyes automatically going to her twin brother. She pales for a brief brief moment, taking advantage of the whirls and eddies that follow the Queen to collect herself.

Rennar gently returns the Queen's embrace, a fond smile touching her features. She bows her head respectfully once more, then turns to greet the others. "Narine. A pleasure to see you. Kelric has informed me he will not be attending." A private smile is touching her lips, "Though he has sent his wishes with us. Quite a change, I believe, from last time, yes?" She glances back at Demonder a brief moment, then turns to Renica, "Lady Roesone, I am glad you could come. Please enjoy the hospitality of our House while you are here. Seating is in the Grand Hall." She makes a brief motion of her hand toward the Grand Hall, as if to usher the others in that direction.

Samuel watches vigilantly as the queen embraces the nobles.

Genette moves to the doorway, ahead of the others, and opens the double doors of the Grand Hall. She waits to the side, allowing the others to enter.

Narine chuckles at the mention of the Lady's younger brother, sharing the private smile. She awaits for the others to continue to walk into the Hall, before following.

Demonder presents a michevious smile as he looks to Narine and his sister. "Lady Renica," he notes with a grin, hugging his sister with a note of amusement before looking to Narine. "Mistress. You do look rather lovely in that dress," he notes with all sarcasm intended. Another hidden joke, it would seem.

Samuel watches cronus go and looks a little less composed but no less determined to do his job.

Rennar quirks a brow at Demonder's words, chuckling softly under her breath, "Watch out, Demonder... she may try putting you in one with a joke like that." She winks at her husband to be, humor present on her features.

"Thank you, your Grace," Renica murmurs, composed. She hugs her twin brother tightly, and exchanges a brief look with her brother, faintly admonishing, in that language that only twins know.

Aislynn walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Narine chuckles and unconsciously smooths her skirts. She inclines her head, a mischevious smile on her face, "Thank you, My Lord," she appears to want to say something else, but wisely keeps her mouth closed as she glances at the Nobility surrounding her.

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Genette walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Demonder strokes Renica's cheek warmly before chuckling at Rennar's words. You'd think Demonder would almost go white at Narine's simple thanks on the subject of the dress. Nope, not an expected reaction at all. "We will see you both inside," he notes with a grin.

"We will be there shortly," Rennar adds, a soft smile upon her eyes. "We wish to greet the last remaining guests before entering.

Narine waits for the Lady Renica before entering the dining room.

Renica sighs as she steps out of the comforting warmth of her brother's arms. "I will see you anon, then." She looks at the couple for a long moment, and then turns suddenly and disappears into the Main Hall.

Renica walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Narine follows on Renica's heels, her eyes continuiosly sweeping the rooms.

Narine walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Rennar turns toward Demonder, taking a deep breath, "Well, ready to go inside?"

Demonder seems amused by most of this, and nods quietly. "Er yes." There is a note of nervousness now that the Queen is about, it seems. Best friend to Rennar, and Queen of Andor. A great combination to need to impress on this night.

Rennar reaches out and gently takes Demonder's hand. She gives it a gentle squeeze, "I feel the same..." She murmurs gently, indicating the nervousness, "All will go well." She murmurs gently, then ever so carefully leads her fiance to the doors, to make their entrance.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

You walk through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Grand Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

This is indeed a Grand Hall. Like the rest of the house, the walls are of white stone and the floor is marble. In the south wall is the fireplace whose companion hearth is in the foyer. A long wooden table stretches almost the length of the hall, with chairs set all around it. At the most eastern end of the hall is a dais with a stone table upon it. This is where the lady of the manor, her family, and honoured guests would sit for meals. The hall itself is two stories tall, and windows in the north wall are at the second story level. A long pole with a hook at its end rests in the corner until it is needed to open or close a window. Large tapestries hang from the walls, to add some colour and feeling to the room. The odor of good food is coming through the door in the southwest corner which leads to the kitchen.

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Demonder, Narine, Renica, Genette, Samuel, Aislynn, Shalayne, Satira

Renica steps into the hall along with Narine, coolly scanning the crowd

Chuckling with amusement, Aislynn bends down to brush a kiss upon Satira's cheek. She murmurs, for the girl's ears alone, "You are doing fine, M'Lady. Relax...I am sure Rennar will be quite proud of what a fine young lady you are turning out to be."

Samuel watches uncomfortably at how close the queen allows everyone to get.

The main doors to the entrance hall are opened by two House Roesone guards. Lord Demonder, looking much like he always does with his tangled hair and note of amusement, leads Lady Rennar into the room. Perhaps there is a note of nervousness among them both, though that would be a touch difficult to pick up on. Demonder's eyes look to their guests for a moment, eyes spying out Renica with a wink before he leads Rennar a step within the room.

Servants line walls, obviously at the beck and call of their Mistress. They throw a couple of hesitant glances towards Genette, and satisfied that she is not looking at them, begin to gawk at the Queen, attempting to guard their watchfulness.

Genette smiles fondly at Rennar, and Demonder, as they both enter into the room. She lets the door fall behind them, and takes a step back. Carefully she clears her throat, clearly to gain everyone's attention. She waits politely for the noise level to fall down a bit before speaking.

Shalayne sits at the corner table, an open box on the chair beside her and a large board on her lap resting against the table. Her eyes flicker from the the people around her to the board, as her hand rapidly moves a stick of charcoal across the paper attached to it.

Nicodemus walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Satira smiles back to the queen, (thanksfuly?). She takes a step back, curtsies again, and runs off to disappear between some of the guests.

Samuel watches the young girl run back into the crowd before continuing his scanning.

Smiling fondly, Aislynn watches the girl scamper off. She then slowly makes her way toward the entrance of the Grand Hall, seemingly an aimless wandering. Oddly enough, when Nicodemus enters, the Queen falls into step beside him.

Several of the crowd goers take the hint and quiet down. Some still hold conversations, though not as noisy as presently before. These people earn a rather hard glance from the Mistress of the household. Seeing that Genette means business, the others quiet as well. Once the noise level is proper enough for one to make an announcement, Genette speaks up, "May I present to you, Lady Rennar Hune and Lord Demonder Roesone." With that, she steps back another pace to let the Lord and Lady revel in their entrance - albeit a bit late.

Renica rolls her eyes eloquently at her rakish twin, combining it with a fond gesture that speaks of laughter. She does hold her tongue, though she doesn't hide her smile.

Satira climbs on one of the chairs in an attempt to get a better view, stretching to her tiptoes, and holding it's back for balance.

Ice blue eyes shift from side to side, taking in the faces that Nicodemus will commit to his memory. He inclines his head to one or two of those gathered, but remains silent. As Aislynn moves to him, he offers a bow. One that will allow him to continue on, and still manage respect.

"Thank you Genette..." Rennar murmurs quietly, smiling in a fond manner upon her trusted friend and worker. She still holds onto Demonder's hand, squeezing it lightly to offer him a small bit of support. "Shall we, my Lord?"

Narine stands in the middle of the room, plucking at her skirts, appearing most uncomfortable. She smiles, a bit relieved, as she notes the two familiar faces enterihng the room. She glances at the Cairhien, her eyes taking in the weapon and his demeanor, and nods to herself, satisfied.

The various servants straighten as the Lady of the House enters the room, murmuring softly amongst themselves, glancing cautiously Genette's way.

Shalayne rises from her seat, placing her sketchboard carefully on the table so that she can give an unhindered curtsey as the couple make their entrance.

"We shall," Demonder notes with a smile, bowing his head to Rennar before wisking her off toward their seats. Almost a little too quickly, as he tugs on her arms and settled into a more graceful walk. Though clearly there is little grace to Demonder, large bulky shoulders, he's more of strength. One would hope he makes for a good dancer partner, though from rumors, he might have little trouble with that. Demonder leads Rennar to their seats, pulling hers out for her and waiting for her to sit before he takes to his own seat.

Aislynn leans close to her Warder, murmuring, She mutters to Nicodemus, "Is... security... I... you... some... it..."

Shalayne waits for the couple to be seated before she settles back down in her chair and picks up her board to resume her sketching.

Rennar smiles warmly at Demonder, and stands before her seat before allowing him to push it in. She raises a hand, waiting for quiet a moment, "As you all may know, Lord Demonder and I are engaged to be married by now. We are here to celebrate our impending nuptials, and to show those before us that our love for one another is strong. Please feel welcome here in House Hune, during your visit on this happy occasion." With that she takes her seat, glancing at Genette to get the party started.

Samuel tries to pretend he is not listening to the whisper. (which he couldn't here anyway) His gaze stops at a few places in the room before continuing on with the scan

Genette takes the cue from Rennar, and glances toward the servants once more, her gaze sharp. She has to keep them in line, lest they gawk at the Queen over much. She claps her hands twice, as if signally the start of the first course. In the background, a harpist can be heard playing, though there are other entertainers about the room for the enjoyment of the guests presently.

You sit down at Dais Table.

Nicodemus inclines his head after a breif moment to revue the matter of which Aislynn inquired. He mutters to Aislynn, "... However... wish... be... of... the perimeter of..."

Demonder sits down at Dais Table.

Aislynn nods, replying for his ear alone, She mutters to Nicodemus, "... send... make it... to... it..."

Satira sits down at Dais Table.

In a wave, servants scurry out from the kitchen, carrying with them large bowls of steaming broth. They place the porcelain bowls in front of each guest, attempting to remain out of the way, at the same time trying not to gawk. Each of the servants glance at the Queen as they make their way around the table.

Shalayne notices Satira as she sits down at the table and resumes her study of her, working the charcoal rapidly across the paper.

Satira climbs off the chair she was previously on as it's rightful owner claims it, locates the seat with her name, and sits down on it, spreading her dress evenly.

"...that may be, m'lord," Renica says, cornered by some white-bearded old lord with a reputation for being an absolute bore. She does her best to look attentive, though she desperately scans the name cards, hoping that he might not be the one to sit by her.

Elara walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Elara arrives late. Shamefully rude

The other guests move to take seats at the various tables provided. Some of the same groups that were clumped together before, break apart as they go to look for their nametags.

Samuel again tries not to listen to the whispers going on and tries to look more the part of the protector at the talk of her defenses.

Demonder takes a seat next to Rennar and notes the others with that hint of playful amusement. What ever tensions he had felt before soon leave him, as he clearly does not mind large crowds or being near the center of attention. At least as much attention as is placed on the groom. Yet, his eyes do move nervously toward the Queen, and then away as he looks to Rennar with a nervous grin.

The harpist in the background continues playing, adding a soft touch and tone to the room beyond her seated place. A chorus of other stringed instruments starts up behind the harpist, as if coming on some sort of harmonic cue.

Elara moves toward her majesty, where she belongs.

Nicodemus inclines his head once more to Aislynn. He mutters to Aislynn, "I would... there... need to do... moment." He waves a hand toward the table. "Please... It appears as though it is time to dine."

Aislynn nods at her Warder, and drifts among the tables, looking for her place.

Samuel watches elara momentarily before scanning the room in peticular as if to guess where the queen will sit.

Rennar reaches out to touch Demonder's hand, as if assuring herself all is going well. Once assured, her attention goes to the server placing the broth upon the table before her. She smiles pleasantly, and murmurs her thanks. Picking up a spoon she starts to sip at it quietly, turning her attention to Satira briefly, "Excited about the party, sister...?" Her voice is soft, yet loud enough to be heard.

Samuel follows close behind the queen

"Yes, m'lord," Renica replies in relief. "Oh look, here is your seat." Her big brown eyes twinkle with amusement. "I am sure that you will have pleasant company." She does not dare look at the other name cards nearby. Oh please please please...

Genette nods in approval at the sevant's mannerisms. A small smile touches her lips, as her expression gazes upon those seated at the high table, and then

with the Queen. She takes her place near the back of the room, slowly making her way around, to keep an eye on the servers about her.

Satira looks at her older sister, giving her a wide smile. The sparks in her eyes probably answer the question for her, but she still says "Yes! I'm so happy for you!"

Rennar nods warmly in Satira's direction, "For that I am glad. I am happy as well." Nervousness touches her eyes briefly, but quickly winks out. She glances across to Lady Renica, murmuring quietly, "Lady Roesone, you may sit up here with us, if you wish." She offers this in an amicable manner.

Narine look about her, plainly uncomfortable. She spots Renica, obviously in need of rescuing. She walks quickly towards the woman, and leaning towards her, speaks in a loud whisper, gesturing towards a place far from the elderly Lord, "My Lady, I believe that your place tag is over that way,"

How Demonder's smile tugs at his lips as he watches his poor twin. Always getting the worst of it in these types of events, Demonder can't help but chuckle openly. And without reason, as it would appear to some others. And then the save by Narine has him in a further smile, as he notes the others quietly.

Shalayne puts the finishing touches to her current sketch, before carefully taking it off the board and placing it on the table to one side. She quickly attaches a clean sheet of paper and looks across to the main table, trying to study the happy couple intently, but at the same time discretely.

Finally finding her nametag at the table upon the dais, Aislynn slides her chair out and sits, idly smoothing her skirts. She offers warm smiles to all of those already seated at the table.

"Thank you, Lady Rennar, Narine," the young noblewoman replies, barely masking her relief. She steps to the dais with a small smile, leaving the old Lord happily boring other guests to tears.

Aislynn sits down at Dais Table.

Lady Hune, Rennar that is, smiles gently in Narine's direction, chuckling a small bit. She leans toward Demonder, "From the way Narine stepped in, I would believe this happens often."

Elara sits down at Dais Table.

Narine bows her head and takes a step towards her table, where the 'less important' guests are seated. She glances up as she hears her name being spoken, and smiles at the Lady Rennar, bowing her head once again, this time a trifle deeper.

Rennar turns her attention to Aislynn and nods, murmuring a bit, "I hope all is well with you. It's been a while since we last talked." Her eyes glimmer a bit in the light, unable to hide the happiness shining within.

Renica sits down at Dais Table.

Samuel sits down at Dais Table.

Demonder grins with Rennar, his hand brushing against hers. "Yes, often enough with my twin. I do not know what we'd do without Narine. It no surprise she looks as beautiful as she does in a dress, though I have rarely seen her in one." Oh yes, Demonder insures his voices carries enough across the table so that others could hear.

Samuel standing off behind the queen. He resumes his vigil.

Nicodemus pulls out a chair for Aislynn. WHen she is seated and comfortable, he bends down to whisper in her ear. He is by no means trying to be rude, but rather would not wish to bother abyone with his duty. He mutters to Aislynn, "Am... or stand guard..."

Aislynn gestures for Nicodemus to sit next to her, before turning her smile upon Rennar. "Yes, things are quite well, Rennar, thank you for inquiring. I had hoped I would make it over to speak with you before this day, but never did find the time. For the which I apologize..."

Nicodemus sits down at Dais Table.

Poised, about to sit down, Narine quickly glances in Demonder's direction, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she forces a smile to her face. Through clenched teeth, she responds, "Thank you for the compliments, My Lord. But the Lady Rennar..." she trails off, changing the topic.

Aislynn returns her Warder's whisper, quietly gesturing to the chair next to her.

Renica's large dark eyes meet Demonder's green for a long moment, her small smile at being teased faintly satisfied as she reminds her twin about the later dancing.

Rennar gently lifts a hand to her lips, carefully hiding a smile. "I do believe she looks rather lovely, myself." She adds, though not in the teasing manner which Demonder himself does. She glances toward Renica as she takes a seat, "One of these days, we shall have to get together and talk privately about your brother. Perhaps then, I could have some ammunition in case he makes jests with me as he does you and Mistress Narine." There is a small smile in her eyes. When addressed once more, she turns her attention to Aislynn. She nods her head once, then murmurs, "I am certain you had important matters to catch up on, after being so long gone. Those come first." She is speaking from friend to friend, "We will find quiet moments to speak again once more, I am certain."

Genette glances from the severs to the guests, then claps her hands a moment: this time signalling for drinks to be refilled, if needed.

"Of course, Rennar." The Queen's eyes sparkle impishly, and she adds, "We must soon take up our traditional 'outings.' I have long since missed them."

At the Queen's words, Rennar's features take on a secretive nature.

Narine seats herself, once again smoothing her skirts. She glances once more at Demonder, but satisfied that the conversation has been put to rest, begins to speak quietly with those at her table, making introductions and so forth.

At the Queen's words, Rennar's features take on a secretive nature. "Indeed, I have missed having someone along with me for those particular outtings, and look very much foward to them again."

Narine sits down at Small Table.

Others about the room finally settle into their seats, starting in on their broth. Some still hold quiet conversations, greeting their table partners. So far, so good, nothing seems out of order, everyone happily - or seemingly happily, getting along.

Two liveried servants begin to make their rounds to all the guests, one with a pitcher of water, condensation beading on the glass, the other servant with a bottle of wine from the Hune wine-cellars.

Aislynn chuckles with amusement at her friend's words, casting a sly look at her guards Samuel and Cronus, before glancing back at Rennar, and tipping her a wink. She then looks speculatively at the others at her table, taking a sip from the goblet of wine that has been placed in front of her.

Cyradelle walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Nicodemus inclines his head in deferance to the queen. He shifts somewhat, eyes once more sweeping the room before he takes a seat. He breifly looks to Aislynn once more as he makes himself comfortable.

Cyradelle rushes in almost tripping over the hem of her dress. She stops just inside the door and attempts to glide in the rest of the way and only partially succeeds.

Jeffrin walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Demonder sideglances at Rennar at the comment. Ammunition? This can't be good for the young Lord, and this time he takes the defensive position and insures a proper glare to Renica. Sure, blame the sister. Do those warning glares even work anymore? They do usually between the twins, and he does attempt it, before smiling back as he leans on the chair. "I'm sure that will not be necessary, my love."

Rennar once again nods to the servers, smiling gently in thanks. She reaches out to take the glass, normally not one to drink at all, and takes a small sip. She blinks, eyes turning toward her cousin, Cyradelle, as she makes a rather hasty entrance, "Cousin..." She murmurs gently, "Please, come join us."

A loud barking sound proceeds Jeffrin. One of the servants quickly gets out of the way as Jeffrin enters the room proceeded by his dog Hyperion...

As the wine-carrying servant skips Satira's cup, giving way for the water-carrying servant, Satira obviously fights herself not to make a face at him, and eventually ends it up with a slight frown, quickly forgotten.

Aislynn glances hastily at the entrance of the new man with his dog. She glances protectively over at Rennar, knowing the woman is terrified of such beasts.

Samuel watches the dog a bit anxiously.

Rennar tilts her head sideways toward Demonder, chuckling softly. She misses Jeffrin's initial entrance, murmuring quietly to him, "Oh, we shall see, my L-" Abruptly her words break off, and her eyes move toward Jeffrin. Her features grow rather pale and she becomes transfixed on the /beast/ brought into the room. A hand absently reaches out to grip Demonders, squeezing rather tightly. Most in the room would know that Rennar is deathly afraid of dogs.

"Why, I am sure she would love to hear all about your escapades," Renica teases Demonder, looking back innocently.

Narine twists in her chair at the sudden noise, and hastily pushes back her chair, dropping a curtsy to the Lord and Lady.

Cyradelle smiles pleasantly towards her cousin and very carefully makes her way over to her cousin. She tilts her head 'ladylike' towards her cousin, curtseying, suprisingly gracefully, "Best wishes dear cousin." It is obvious she hasn't yet noticed her Uncle Jeffrin or the dog.

Genette turns toward the ruckus, eyes going to the entrance. A frown, and concern, touches Genette's features. Abruptly she stalks toward Jeffrin, looking as if she's ready to do something about the situation without any provocation from others needed. "Out with that beast. Not at this party." Her words are stern, as she stands up to the Lord, never one to take any nonsense from anyone.

A few of the servants edge away from the large dog, fear painted across their faces.

Demonder half stands in his seat at the sound of the dog. Somehow the grip at his arm holds him in a froozen position as he looks to Lord Jeffrin. And the dog. Or the wild beast, as Rennar would see it. Wild drooling beat. Demonder looks to a servant that is nearby, goes enough to reach for her arm. "Have that dog removed," he whispers quietly enough, but harshly enough to have it heard. Demonder's eyes then quickly turn to Narine, a warning glance and a tilt of his head is his only other action before he turns and holds Rennar's hand.

Aislynn casts Nicodemus a speculative look, before glancing back at the Lord Jeffrin Hune and his dog.

Renica looks over her shoulder curiously, unable to see what is transpiring. She looks at Rennar, startled at her pale color, and then puts everything together. "A dog?" she asks incredulously, hints of distaste in her voice.

Samuel whispers something to cronus. Cronus nods

Jeffrin has a look around the room, mock suprise evident on his face. This is quickly replaced by his usual acidic smile as his eyes focus in on one person in particular. He looks to Genette as she approaches though and then down at his dog. "This dog has been in this house long before you ever were dear. You want to make him leave?" he stoops down on one knee and scratches the animal behind the ears then he stands up and whispers to the woman

Samuel backs up a little leaving cronus standing closely at the queens right and turns a bit to face the dog.

Narine catches the glance from Demonder from the corner of her eye, and moves towards the Lord Jeffrin and his dog. She stands behind Genette, her arms crossed beneath her breasts, looking challengingly at the Lord, awaiting his response.

Two of the larger servants bow their heads and stalk towards the Lord Jeffrin, obviously more than willing to assist in any capacity.

Aislynn leans close to her Gaidin. She mutters to Nicodemus, "-That-... -pleasure-. I... may... trouble..."

Cyradelle notices the look on Rennar's face, and turns to look towards the entrance. "Uncle Jeffrin!" Cyradelle's face lights up with joy. She walks over towards her dear dear uncle and bumps the dog somewhat with the hoops of her dress, "I'm wearing a dress, Uncle. Do you like it?"

The elderly woman who works at the manor does not look cowed by any threats transpiring in her direction. Genette places her hands on her hips, "Out, before I have the Queens' Guard have it destroyed." As if she means business, she looks toward the Queen and her entourage.

Satira pulls her legs up, instinctively folding them underneath her. She switches from looking worringly at her sister to looking at the man and his dog.

Samuel glares back at the dog like it is an insult to the queen personally.

Jeffrin laughs and lets go of the animal's leash. It immediately rises up off its haunches, ears sweeping forward and tale pointing out straight. What a meal Genette would make. But sadly Jeffrin does not let him have his way. He points back to the entrance from wence he came. and the dog slumps off. A well trained animal.

Her glacial gaze drifting again toward Lord Jeffrin, Aislynn hesitates a moment at Genette's words, and then flicks a glance at Rennar, seeing once again how terrified her dear friend is. She glances back at Genette, and inclines her head in assent. She looks to Jeffrin, coolly polite, "You go too far, Lord Jeffrin. A dog has no place here upon this happy occasion. Please desist."

Nicodemus simply waits to see if bringing the dog here were a calculated move, or whether Jeffrin Hune is the oaf he had heard. He leans toward Aislynn to listen as she speaks to him, but his eyes never leave the dog.

Unable to do much other than sit there petrified from fright, it seems Rennar tends to go three shades whiter, if that is possible.

Two guests, a minor Lord and Lady, glance at the Lord Jeffrin and begin to whisper amongst themselves, pointing occassionally towards Lord Demonder and the Lady Rennar.

Genette staggers a back a few paces, as the dog seemingly comes too close to her. She harumphs in Jeffrin's direction, crossing her arms. "If you are to eat in this Hall, it will be in a civil manner or I'll wash your tongue out with soap myself." Rarely, does Genette give anyone a dressing down, most especially to one of the nobility. No doubt, a mistake that will cost her later, but this is Rennar's event. With that she stalks off toward the servants once more, clapping her hand sto clear away the bowls of broth.

Narine nods her head satisfactorily as the Lord Jeffrin does as he is asked. She glances towards Lord Demonder before re-taking her seat.

Narine stands and leaves Small Table.

Jeffrin looks to Genette now that the dog is gone. "You know, there's almost not a thing n the world that is going to make me happier then that blessed moment when I get to fire you dear." He takes off his coat and gloves and hands them to the woman. "Do something productive with yourself."

Jeffrin moves towards the assembled lot now, eyes looking the guests over.

The servants begin to shift uncomfortably as they watch this scene unfold.

Relief tends to wash over Rennar's features, though not quickly, when the dog does make its exit. Her hand loses its grip on Demonder's arm, and she gives a nervous look about the room. Rennar is definitely unsettled, that much is apparent. She leans in close to Demonder, a sigh escaping her lips as she whispers to him.

Samuel moves protectively closer to the queen and his hand sits ready on the hilt.

Demonder simply holds Rennar as all this happens, as there is a sigh of relief as the animal actually leaves on command. He leans forward to Rennar, his hand cupping that pale cheek of hers in a caress, attempting to get the attention of her eyes. And awya from where the animal had been. After all, Demonder had witnessed Rennar hanging from a tree once at the sight of such an animal, things could have been much worst.

Rennar's eyes watch Jeffrin closely as she speaks wiht Demonder, She mutters to Demonder, "I... thought I made... that he... this evening,... guess I was..."

Demonder senses "Rennar's eyes watch Jeffrin closely as she speaks wiht Demonder, "I had thought I made assurances that he could not be here this evening, but I guess I was wrong.""

Renica is plainly shocked by the altercation entirely, and it's plain that she's seriously thinking about the conflicts in the family that her brother is marrying into.

Aislynn casts Rennar a sympathetic look before looking back at the rude Lord Jeffrin, her eyes narrowed in disapproval.

The servants quickly jump back into their roles, obviously relieved as the incident appears to have been resolved. They rush to remove the bowls of broth from in front of the guests.

Jeffrin bows ever so humbly to the queen as every good Andoran citizen should, but his eyes do not linger on her for long. He perceives her as a guest in his house afterall. No those eyes and that acidic smile of his are turned on Rennar. He has come here with a singular intent tonight...The last 15 years of his life boiling down to this moment. Everyone else is momentarily shut out. "Did you forget to send me an invitation?"

Shalayne, having spent some moments studying the couple during the tense confrontation, now begins to sketch in earnest. The stick of charcoal in her hand flies in rapid strokes across the paper. Every so often she pauses, paying her subjects a brief glance before resuming her work. The smile on her lips clearly shows her pleasure in this undertaking.

Pointedly avoiding looking at the Lord Jeffrin, the servants continue with their duty.

Samuel watches and listens closely to the unfolding situation and fingers the hilt of his sword. (he looks very on edge)

Satira pulls herself a little closer on her chair, her eyes nervously glancing toward her sister, toward the queen, toward her uncle, and back again.

Rennar rises from her quiet whisper toward her fiance, to glance more fully upon Jeffrin. She keeps her features as calmly set as possible, "I did not think that my Lord uncle would be interested in such an event. You have not, in the past, shown support to my impending marriage into House Roesone." Her words are spoken in a respectful manner, with no insult or slur upon them.

Jeffrin looks at a few of the sevants though...one in particular with the dog's teeth marks in his leg...then back to Renar as she speaks

Guests look up from their plates, not at all caring whether or not others see them watching the 'show' before them. In fact, most people's eyes are on the Lady Rennar and her uncle, watching as the two volley back and forth.

Renica listens calmly to the conversation at hand, her big eyes on Rennar and Demonder.

Demonder has a terrible reputation for his temper, yet is amazingly calm. Few would notice the clenching fist at the side of the table as he watches Jeffrin.

Samuel calmly on what is unfolding. He seems ready to say something but then stops himself remembering his place.

Narine slowly edges towards a wall, obviously attempting to blend into the background, and avoid notice in this family swable.

Aislynn lifts her goblet to her lips, taking a sip of her wine, but her eyes are riveted upon Rennar the while, looking at her over the rim of the goblet. She looks faintly uncomfortable and idignant that such a scene is playing out during what should be one of the happiest days of Rennar's life.

Jeffrin claps his hands together. "oh yes my dear Rennar, you are right. Why would I support a union between a strong house...and a weak one? But I'm afraid you've misjudged me dear...As much as the idea bothers me, I would not miss out on such a happy occassion for."

One liveried servant, a larger woman with brown hair, licks her lips and looks disapprovingly at Lord Jeffrin, and shares a glance with a fellow servant, a ma with a long, hooked nose.

Jeffrin is going to fire them to...

Aislynn's warder, as stoic as ever, watches the scene play itself out. He is ever interested to see see the inner dynamic of Houses. The more they show, the more he gains from the experience. He does so hope that Demonder will join in.

Cyradelle cocks her head to the side. Her eyebrows knit together as though she is deep in thought. She glances between her Uncle Jeffrin and Cousin Rennar, unsure of what to make of their current conversation. After a few moments, she changes her attention to one of the seats and then down to her hoop skirt. She blushes deeply, and looks around the room for a knowledgeable looking face.

A delicate brow lifts at Jeffrin's response. Rennar lifts a hand to gently push a tendril of auburn hair from her eyes, "You are misinformed, Uncle. House Roesone is one of the higher standing houses in Andor." She glances to Aislynn, as if to have the Queen either deny or back up Rennar's statement. "But of course, you do have your own opinions on how things stand politically, as you always have."

Standing up straighter, Narine raises her head higher as she hears her House being insulted.

Inclining her head to Rennar's words, Aislynn seems to be affirming her friend's statement about House Roesone, though she does not speak.

Demonder tilts his head a touch to the side before finally greeting Lord Jeffrin after his words. "Lord Jeffrin, how well of you to speak so openly on the the noble rankings," he notes with a touch of amusement. "Perhaps you need inlightenement. I'm sure you have kept out of touch being away from Tires Lorn for years before recent times?"

Samuel mumurs something about wishing someone would call him up for what he was doing to the lady and embarrass him to cronus. Cronus only nods

Renica stifles her outrage, her pride in her House at war with the proper bounds of politeness that people /should/ adhere to. Her large dark eyes are icily aloof.

Elara arches an eyebrow. Surely intolerable public disrespect was her department alone?

Shalayne frowns as she pauses in her drawing, thinking that she has definately picked the wrong moment to sketch the 'happy' couple. She looks around the room for an alternative subject.

Jeffrin shakes his hand and proceeds to seet himself at the table. Where does he end up? Across from the queen as that is one of the last empty chairs. he eyes that annoying guard of hers...the one who keeps...fingering his hilt...then back to the lucky couple. "Yes I have been away for a little while, but that does not make me any less informed...Well to be honest, I must confess that I am going on what I know of Lord Corwynn. I mean, how strong can a house be with a master like that?"

Samuel catching the noble glaring at his fingering he forces his hand down and throws a momentary glare his way, he doesn't look unprepared for action.

The guests sit with rapt attention focused upon the dias. One Lady, with a long, purple gown of silk, plays with the necklace of pearls around her neck, while the Lord next to her swipes at his moustache with his napkin.

An icy look directed at Jeffrin, and a perfunctory nod a he sits down is all this boorish Lord receives in greeting from the Queen. She casts him a glance of distaste at his derisive comment about the Lord Corwyn, and looks to her Warder, and then to Rennar.

Sensing the tension building in the room, Narine takes a step closer to the table...a step closer to Lord Demonder and the Lady Renica. She stands poised on the balls of her feet, her hands hanging at her side.

Cronus walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Cyradelle gives up trying to solve her current dilemma and decides just to stand. She smiles pleasantly at a passing servant and grabs a half empty plate off of his tray, "Thanks!" She missed in her grab for some silverware, so she oh so daintily uses her fingers. It's a salad, so it's not /all/ that messy.

Rennar starts to reply, but holds back a moment, considering her words carefully, "Lord Corwyn, as I have come to discover, is a very honorable and respectalbl Lord, and shrewd in his business. You do yourself no credit by dishonoring his name here at /my/ table." There is no hinting at who she means is in authority at /her/ house.

Failing to find anyone else looking less tense or anxious, Shalayne gives a sigh and decides that she may as well finish what she has started. Though she's not sure that this is the sort of portrait that will be wanted.

Jeffrin says "Your table? I shall have to make a note to get rid of it along with the rest of the help. As to the impcable dealing of our lord Corwyn, it is not his business dealings I call into question...He has his wife to help him with that afterall. No I'm thinking back to the good old days when I did live around here and confess that I had the distinct pleasure of watching during his many varied and sordid romantic pursuits."

Despite the arguments unfolding in front of them, the servants scurry about, placing salads in front of each of the guests, most of whom hardly notice the green vegetables placed at their seats.

Even the entertainers in the background, upon hearing the words of the Lady and her uncle, have stopped playing, surprise drawing upon their features. However, before it gets the better of them, they start up again in their string symphony, attempting to sooth the crowd about them. That was, afterall, what they were hired to do.

Genette glowers from her corner of the room, her eyes darkening as she watches Jeffrin. She crosses her arms, shaking her head at a few of the servants who look as if they are attempting to tamper with the Lord's meal. Much as she dislikes him, she'll have none of that here.

The servants in question glance guiltily at Genette, and scuttle into the kitchen, re-emerging with a fresh salad.

Narine takes another step closer to the dias, glancing at Lord Demonder for any instructions.

Demonder actually managed a few moments of fake laughter at Jeffrin's words. This time his fist becomes evidently clenched as it sits on the table, Demonder nodding to Rennar's words. "I am sure the heron marked sword he rarely wears will do little to impress you, Lord Jeffrin. Though he will prove to be a strong leader of House Roesone. Though you mention little of Lord Katherine, the High Seat of House Roesone? But then you do show very little respect for a Lady in authority, don't you Lord Jeffrin?" Oh yes, good words to say with the Queen right there.

Rennar casts a somewhat worried expression in Demonder's way, then her eyes turn angry at Jeffrin's words, "Indeed, uncle, remove my things, from /my/ house. I should think not, nor will you be firing any of my staff. You go above yourself and your place here. You are lucky, in that my father was a kind hearted man, that you still have what you do." She leaves her own threats unspoken, adding, "And that I am as he was, just as kind hearted to allow you to stay here."

Cronus stands easy watching the events unfold. And as his eyes skim over the various reactions, he gives a nod of his head to Samuel at something said. Yet he continues to look on impassively till the Queen states otherwise as his first duty is to her protection, nothing more.

Aislynn flushes at this latest gem from Lord Jeffrin, but whether in embarrassment or anger at his complete disregard for social niceties is unknown. Her brow creases in a brief frown, and then relaxes. Clearly, the man is trying to get under Rennar and Demonder's skin. It would be best to ignore him.

Narine clenches her teeth, the muscles in her jaw standing out, at Demonder's words.

Samuel tenses a bit and finds his hand again on his hilt and again forces it down.

Renica casts a glance towards Demonder, leaning forward to whisper briefly across the table to him. Her gaze is meaningful, and her voice earnest.

A small gasp can be heard further down the table, as a minor Andorian Lady pales at the argument taking place at this supposed happy occasion.

Samuel leans over and says something to the other guard again.

Genette catches a servant by the arm, murmuring in her ear. She nods slightly, then heads toward Satira's direction, purpose in her steps.

Cronus keeps his face impassive as he makes a gesture to Samuel to relax at the man's words.

Cyradelle chuckles softly at some private amusement. She sways slightly to the music where she is still standing. The perplexed look returns to her face, her forehead wrinkled with doubt. She mutters to herself.

From afar, Renica seems to be trying to include you in her whisper but her voice is unfamiliar and pitched too low for you to hear.

Jeffrin looks back to Rennar now. He seems to be enjoying this oddly enough. "Oh yes, my brother was a very kind man...as you are a very kind woman. He's dead now though..." that smile widens as he ponders what tends to happen to nice people. "As far as what I have...ah yes some of it was given to me...that I must confess, but I make more of it for myself then you know dear. My place will always be here. My brother's children come...and they go...but I am always...right...here.

Samuel relaxes momentarily but the tension of the situation has worn him into a poor mood and he tenses up again.

If there is anything that Nicodemus is thankful for, it is the fact that the servants are here. They will spread the news of this little social faux pa about, letting it flow through the streets like an autumn fog. It will make his life much easier. Of course he plays the game from a perspective than most. What a delightful turn of events. It is too bad that the children are not here, lest he learn more about their political games as well. None of this shows on his stone faces, though there is a hint of interest in his eye. Or is that the twinkle amusement?

Something seems to snap within Rennar. Without preamble, she rises from her seat, her voice very calm, "You will not always remain here uncle. Remember that well. Your place in this house is precarious as ever." She keeps a careful reign on her anger, calling to the others, "If you will excuse me briefly, I need some fresh air." She murmurs down to Demonder, keeping her voice still controlled, yet unheard by others.

Already, some of the servants are whispering amongst themselves in the dorrway to the kitchen,h hidden from the eyes of the Nobles.

The servant stops by Satira's chair, who is currently pretty much curled together. After all, she was brought up learning that her uncle was the Dark One in flesh. The servant whispers a few words to the small girl, taking her hand, and eventually leading her out of the room. Satira cooperates silently.

Satira stands and leaves Dais Table.

Rennar touches Demonder's arm briefly as she murmurs to him, She mutters to Demonder, "I... gardens. Please... I... someone... I..." With that, and without speaking to any others, she calmly, quietly, makes her way toward the exit. She looks to be shaking though, as if keeping a tenuous grasp on her emotions.

Demonder senses "Rennar touches Demonder's arm briefly as she murmurs to him, "I will be going to the gardens. Please come when you can, I need someone wiht me while I coll my tempers." With that, and without speaking to any others, she calmly, quietly, makes her way toward the exit. She looks to be shaking though, as if keeping a tenuous grasp on her emotions."

Shalayne hurriedly finishes the sketch upon which she is working and places a fresh sheet of paper on the board. She surveys the main table, seemingly at a loss for a suitable subject. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, finally deciding that of all the people before her, the Queen`s warder seems to be the most at ease. She studies his stony face intently.

Satira walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Aislynn watches Rennar leaving, concern tinging her expression. She begins to rise, as if to follow her, but then sits back down, still watching her friend leave. Perhaps she needs to be alone, and would not desire the intrusion.

Narine takes a step towards the exit, and looks questioningly towards Demonder.

Indeed, the retreating Lady looks much like she needs to be alone. She continues for the door, not looking to see if others are following, exiting in a hurried fashion once she gets nearby.

(LOGGED by Genette)

Jeffrin smiles a fire lighting in his eyes as Rennar gets up to go. He leans back in his seat watching her

In comes that damned dog again, on his own it would seem He comes trotting in the way Rennar went out...He pauses for a moment and proceeds to sit back on his haunches

Cronus frowns at all the action, then moves a step towards his queen to speak with her quietly.

The guests begin to murmur amongst themselves as their Hostess leaves the room, a few of them bold enough to cast disapproving glances at Lord Jeffrin.

Samuel retakes his stance behind the queen after the momentary indecision as to whether or not she was leaving

Aislynn frowns at the appearance of the mongrel, her eyes warily watching it as Cronus murmurs to her.

Demonder listens to Rennar's words before standing with her. Nodding his head slowly, he whispers, "In a moment," to her before turning to the others. "A moment for us to cool heads, perhaps? You'd think we were in Cairhien with our words." A comment that would have been in playful jest with Demonder's typical tone, it is less so now as he looks to Lord Jeffrin. Turning to Narine, he nods slowly.

Aislynn nods to Cronus, before murmuring back to him.

Samuel leans over to cronus after he finishes talking to the queen.

Narine strides quickly towards the Lord Demonder's side, pointedly ignoring Lord Jeffrin. She leans towards him, eyes questioning.

Rather than letting things go all out of hand, Genette claps her hands, turning toward the servants, "Well, what are you all standing around for. There are plates to be cleared and dishes to be served, get on with it." That authoritative nature of hers takes over.

Aislynn sits down at Dais Table.

Nicodemus takes no exception to Demonder's words about his homeland, and the Great Game. Deas Dae'mar is so very subtle in Cairhien. There would rarely be an outburst such as this in a social occasion. However, it gives the Gaidin an idea that tickles the back of his mind. He looks to Aislynn, and inclines his head in an answer to her.

Jeffrin just watches Demonder now...that smug expression on his face. The dog trots over and seats himself next to his master as all good dogs should...Jeffrin is confident that he is at least partially in control of things now that Rennar is gone

Cronus frowns ever-so-slightly at the words he hears, but nods and looks to Samuel at his words as well. Then speaks once more to the queen, as he holds a hand to Samuel to hold his tongue and just keep watch... for now

Samuel continues his vigil.

The servants leap, obviously surprised by the clapping. Some of the servants begin to clear the table as others bring out Sea Folk porcelain plates, steam wafting from the Filet Mignon and steamed vegetables carefully arranged into intricate patterns. The servants are careful to avoid bumping into one another as the hurry about their business.

Aislynn shakes her head at Cronus, murmuring quietly.

Jeffrin claps his hands together...How to keep Demonder where he is? he ponders for a moment and then speaks up. "Well! What shall we talk about now lord Demonder? Perhaps points you wish to make about the virtues of your fine house?" He reaches down next to him and scratches his dog behind the ears

Demonder watches the dog and Lord Jeffrin, though finally manages to turn to Narine. His fist on the table as he whispers to her. He mutters to Narine, "... moment... the... dog is... be... and then... see... I... you... in... Thank-you,..."

Genette watches the servants with a hawkeye, making certain everything still goes as perfectly as possible. Every now and again she can't help but cast a worried glance in the direction of exit where Renanr left, and glare in Jeffrin's obvious direction.

Shalayne decides that there is little she can do other than continue with her artwork. From her wry smile as she sketches the Gaidin, one would think that she is finding her first major commission to be most...interesting.

Cronus frowns his eyes shifting to Jeffrin once and then the dog studing it's bread and mixture and possible training as the queen's words fall on his ears. The frown stays longer than he should have allowed, but he covers it up looking back to the room. As a few more words escape his lips.

Renica relaxes as she watches her brother's admirable rein on his temper.

Demonder doesn't sit down yet, still standing at the table. "My apologies, Your Majesty." There is a faint expression of guilt on him, at the words exchanged and how easily Jeffring had riled up his anger. Though it could have been worst knowing Demonder's temper. "There is no points required to show the virtues of House Roesone, Lord Jeffrin. They are well known to those that are not blind in their own struggles for power," he notes quietly to Lord Jeffrin, leaning over the table as he speaks. "Though enough of this. Perhaps we shall actually begin to enjoy the fine wine House Roesone has provided for this event? We may speak on these issues later, Lord Jeffrin, if you wish."

Narine bows her head, murmuring softly, "Of course, My Lord." She steps away from the dias and gestures towards two larger, male servants, muscles seen clearly through their livery. She speaks quietly to them, and they nod slowly, glancing occassionally towards Lord Jeffrin. The two men stride towards the Lord Jeffrin, looking fairly menacing, with Narine just behind the two. The two men say, "Lord Jeffrin, we must ask you once again to remove the dog from inside the Manor House."

Aislynn inclines her head to Cronus' words, murmuring quietly, "Of course, Cronus..."

Cronus nods to her then steps back, his words done... unless more is to follow. He steps back to his position and scans the room watching those two guards go to work. Still looking the animal over however.

One of the large servants, while hovering over the Lord Jeffrin, cracks his knuckles, while the other, appearing slightly bored, flexes his large muscles.

Jeffrin laughs as he looks to the men. "Certainly you may feel free to do that in your own house sirs. This however is my house. And I will not." He looks back to Demonder. "Quite right. Let us enjoy a good meal." That said he picks up one of the glasses before him and has a sip

Samuel watches with detachment now that the situation seems to have been reined in some.

Oh faa, Nicodemus thinks to himself. This has already become a a time to air the dirty laundry, why not turn it into a good spring cleaning. He begins to form the words in his mind that might egg Jeffrin, and Demonder on. One look to the Queen is all that it takes to dam the flow of words before they leave his lips. He would have continued on not so long ago, but duty now holds him back.

Aislynn arches a pale brow at Jeffrin's words, directly addressing him, her voice chilly. "How say you this is 'your house,' my Lord? -You- are not the High Seat of House Hune, and therefore have no rights to -any- of the Hune properties, save those what have been directly bequeathed to you by the current, or former, High Seats."

Shalayne finishes her sketch of the Gaidin, quickly replacing the paper to start over again. Scanning the gathered nobility, her gaze comes to rest on Lord Jeffrin. As the cause of all the upset, it is unlikely that his portrait will be highly sought after. However, she gives a small shrug, a look of determination on her face, as she studies his features.

"Really, Lord Jeffrin, you must have some brandy as well," Renica says politely, a small smile playing at her lips as she concentrates on trying to incapacitate the rude lord with drink. She beckons to a servant, who soon returns with the strongest stufalcohol to be found.

The two men look to one another, eyebrows raised. Narine stands behind the two men, and glances towards Demonder, obviously slightly frustrated by the situation. The larger of the two men say, "We take orders from the Lady of the House, m'Lord, and we have been instructed to remove this dog from the premises. I would prefer not to ask you again." his tone grates.

Jeffrin looks to the queen, his response relatively simple. "The night is young Queen Aislynn."

The guests remain almost entranced by the scene, too stunned to even whisper amongst themselves.

Samuel seems to be pondering something... as his gaze stops for a minute before reaffirming itself on his scanning.

Samuel seems to be pondering something... as his gaze stops for a minute before reaffirming itself on his scanning.

The 'young' Queen tenses somewhat. Is this a threat to Rennar, or is this simply a machismo fueled bravado that this one-trunk inheriting knave is putting on in order to completely disrupt Rennar's happy occasion? Aislynn inclines her head with the utmost politeness to Lord Jeffrin, murmuring sweetly, "Yes, the night is young...however you are not. Perhaps this is too much excitement for you, My Lord, and you should turn in and get a fresh perspective on things on the morrow?"

With bowed heads, the servants continue to pass out the main course.

Demonder tries to relax the fist at the table, standing more upright in authority. Or attempted authority, as the Lord is still young and learning his ways. His eyes shift to the door, wanting to leave after Rennar, though looking to the dog and waiting for its removal before excusing himself.

Jeffrin looks to Renica and strangely enough accepts the brandy...

The only one with the power in here to remove that dog...is the queen. So until she does it is not going anywhere. Jeffrin looks to the queen and nods. "Maybe you are right. Allow me to finish my drink and I shall let you enjoy your meal in peace."

"You may finish your drink when your beast has gone." The Queen's voice sounds like icy shards falling from a high, cold sky. She gestures to the two men standing in front of Narine, stubbornly taking up Jeffrin's implied challenge. "Remove. That. Light. Blasted. Beast."

Renica returns the look blandly, but those who know her well would note her surprise that Jeffrin would leave so easily.

Again, in her usual fashion, Genette tries to make /some/ semblance of peace, "Drinks..." She calls out abruptly to the servant staff, "Go refresh the drinks..." She pulls one aside, having enough of Jeffrin's words, "And make certain his is strong enough to knock him out." Only those close enough can hear her words. The servant nods, grinning slightly, and sets about his work.

The two large men continue to stand close to the Lord Jeffrin, obviously finding themselves at an impasse. Hearing the Queen's words, the two men nod, and Narine glances towards the Queen, bowing her head. She holds out her hand, awaiting the leash to be placed into her open palm.

Instead of wine, the servants walk slowly around the table pouring both water and a stronger spirit into the chrystal goblets that have yet to be used.

Jeffrin gets up from his eat with a sigh. "Well I can't say it was a pleasure." he sips at his brandy. "have a pleasant evening everyone." That said, he takes up his dogs leash and heads out with his glass of brandy. If anyone could see the look on his face now...it seems almost feverish with anticipation.

Jeffrin walks out quietly dog in toe...

Demonder's eyes continue to shift between Jeffrin and the door impatiently. He helps himself to a glass of a drink, seeing the need to gulp it down completely, but resorted to taking a small polite sip of the drink.

Jeffrin walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Aislynn's eyes narrow as she watches Jeffrin's departing back. It would seem the look of 'feverish anticipation' has the Queen much vexed. She inclines her head to her Warder, leaning close to murmur into his ear.

Shalayne frowns slightly as Lord Jeffrin leaves, obviously having not quite finished her sketch of him.

Narine clenches her teeth as she watches the Lord leave. The two large, hulking men nod to one another and resume other activities. Narine glances towards Demonder, and gestures with her chin towards the exit where Rennar had left, one eyebrow raised in the obvious question.

Samuel whispers something about making the lords night one to remember for him but the glare cronus returns puts him back at attention.

Genette's own glowering gaze follows the Lord. She sniffs, "Good riddens to bad rubbish, I'll say." She wipes her hands on her apron, then starts ushering the servants gazing after the Lord back into work, "... or I'll have to beat you with my spoon for lazing about." She warns.

Demonder nods to Narine, closing his eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath. His smiles faintly at Genette's words, taking another sip of his drink. This one is longer.

Nicodemus lets himself slip somewhat. For one reason or another he began, a short time gone now, to feel a certain amount of rage grow within himself. He fights it back, seeking the calm place. He looks to the Queen, and whispers to her. He mutters to Aislynn, "As... perhaps... is best that... call... to..."

The servants quicken their steps at the not-so-subtle threat. In their rush to remove the plates from the table, one of the servants almost spills some of the left over wine onto the lap of a Lady, dressed in a pale, creamy silk gown. She glances up at the servant warningly, before returning her attention to the Lord at the head of the table, obviously distracted.

Aislynn nods to her Warder, looking at him speculatively. She rises from her place, her food untouched. She turns to offer a small curtsey to Demonder, murmuring, "My Lord, I thank you and your wife-to-be for the most kind invitation," she begins, graciously, "However, I feel I must take my leave. I shall speak to the Lady Rennar upon my way out."

Aislynn stands and leaves Dais Table.

Narine bows her head and strides swiftly towards the doorway which Rennar recently left.

Samuel steps out of the way of the swarming servants.

Narine walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Shalayne puts a few finishing touches to her sketch and then glances around at the departing guests, wondering if there is going to be anyone left to draw at this rate.

Nicodemus stands, and follows Aislynn closely as she leaves.

Nicodemus stands and leaves Dais Table.

Nicodemus walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Samuel follows after the queen

Aislynn walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

"Please enjoy the remainder of the meal," Demonder notes to the others oncde the Queen and her party depart. "I will be back momentarily," he notes before turning away and heading for the exit.

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway and joins you in the Grand Hall.

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Demonder walks through the carved stone archway out into the entry hall.

Concern touches Genette's eyes. She's a woman of action, herself, so she starts toward the doors, following all the others.

(LOGGED by Rennar)

Meanwhile….

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Contents:
Moren, NoFace

Moren pauses lengthily, not hearing the guard's approaching footsteps and then peeks around the corner to see that gloved hand. She smiles and comes back, quietly, though, watching her surroundings.

Rennar makes her way out of the manor house, looking rather upset at something. She does not pay attention to her surroundings, as is always the case with this particular lady, at certain times.

All is quiet in the courtyard save for a small carriage that is only just comming through the gates.

NoFace steps quietly out of the guard house, eyes locking onto Rennar as she comes out and heads for the gardens. He wtches to see where he will go as the carriage pulls up not far from the gate

Moren slinks along, closer to the guardhouse than anywhere else, but trying to remain surrepticious in her sneaking around, watching her surroundings for other possible guards and such.

Rennar continues across the courtyard, only giving the carriage a cursory glance. Another late arrival, perhaps. She continues on her way to the stables, hugging herself. She takes several long, composed breaths, as if trying to gather her senses.

Moren blinks, getting a first look at the guard lying in the gaurdhouse . . . that wasn't part of the plan, was it? No one said nothing about killing nobody.

Moren nods soberly and slips the masque on quietly.

NoFace moves quietly through the shadows of the courtyard, approaching Rennar...but waiting till she goes into the Stable...

Moren crouches in the shade of the guardhouse, watching for other guards in the courtyard that might appear and ready to offer distraction. Good thing the mask hides the distracted look, otherwise her companions might think twice about allowing her to take part on this. They're depending on her staying sharp.

The lady seems to be taking her time picking her way over to the stables, not in a real hurry to get to her small haven away from her manor. Focused on herself, rather than her surroudings, pickings should be somewhat easy. She pauses a moment by one of the rose bushes, gently touching one of the flowers, then continues on.

Finally, Rennar makes her way into the stable itself, unaware of the others behind her.

You enter the stables at Tiras Lorn.

House Hune Stables: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

A cacophony of clomping hooves, neighs, and fidgeting horses tumbles out of the stalls that line the east and west walls of this building. A large, square, riding ring is fenced off from the rest of the stables on three of its sides and opens up to the outside through a large, sliding, barn door on the north wall. The south wall has a small office, a barracks for the stablehands, and a large storage shed.

The building and stalls are kept extremely clean, but there is still the constant sweet, cloying smell of animal sweat, animal waste, and molding hay.

NoFace enters the stables from courtyard of Tiras Lorn.

NoFace comes in quietly through the back, having alreadymomentarily scouted this area out so he knows the pitfals and obstructions....very quiet as he moves up behind Rennar, a soaked rag appearing in his hands

Rennar has just started down the isle, moving toward some of the occupied stalls. Still, she is unaware of any others behind her, "That oaf." She finally growls, "I can't have one function with him around that doesn't go wrong. Why doesn't he just /accept/ the fact that his family doesn't have control. My father should have stripped him of his title when he had the chance." She sighs deeply, pausing not too far away from an unoccupied stall. She stares down the corridor, back turned toward any danger.

NoFace moves up right behind Rennar, quiet as a mouse. When he is close enough he whispers to her..."Too late darlin." That said, the rag soaked with cloroform is in front of Rennar's face. The rogue attempts to pull it tight pressing it against her mouth and nose.

Obvious surprise touches Rennar at the words spoken in her ear. Before she can react, the rag is pressed firmly against her, indeed. She struggles as much as possible, but little can that help in her particular situation. Not even several moments need to take place before the drug has its effects. Rennar goes limp in NoFace's arms.

NoFace hoists the woman up over his shoulder with a suprisingly MAJOR amount of effort. and staggles out with her

NoFace leaves the stables and heads towards the courtyard of Tiras Lorn.

You leave the stables behind and walk down the courtyard of Tiras Lorn.

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Contents:
NoFace, Moren

NoFace carries Rennar over his shoulders. he walks up to the carriage where his 4 thug type friend dressed in Hune guard uniforms are waiting to help load Rennar up which they do with the upmost efficiency having a spot already prepared for her.

Rennar is hoisted up in an unchallenged manner. Most of the guards and other staff appear to have been inside the building enjoying the festivities, having the day off, rather than guarding. Too bad for those two men who did get stuck with gate duty.

Moren straightens, seeing the target has been gotten and grins, though it likely goes unnotived under the mask. She moves to stand next to the carriage now, nodding once to NoFace.

NoFace motions for Moren to get up into the carriage now. "Time to go..."

Moren nods and gets up into the carriage as bidden.

The carriage quickly leaps into motion and heads out into the street, a thug remaining behind momentarily to close the gate behind them

(LOGGED by Genette)

Meanwhile, back at Hune Manor, things start to heat up a bit….

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

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Contents:
Samuel, Aislynn, Demonder, Nicodemus, Narine, Jeffrin, Leylia

Samuel says "please your majesty let me do my job"

Nicodemus turns to Aislynn quickly with a questioning look.

Narine looks at the Queen's pale features, her brows furrowed with concern.

Genette stands just inside the doors, peering out. She presses her lips together, carefully, as she regards those before her.

Aislynn opens her mouth to speak, and then nods to Samuel, giving him leave to speak.

Jeffrin head up stairs to his room

Jeffrin climbs the staircase to the second floor and leaves your sight.

"A moment, Lord Jeffrin..." the Queen manages to get out. < P>Samuel looking directly into Jeffrin's eyes he slides the blade slowly back into his scabbard and draws up his sleeve to reveal a tatoo of a heron.

Leylia blinks at all the sudden commotion and the Queen's re-emergence into the house. She dips a brief curtsey but then takes in the agitation that seems to be palpable in the air. "Your Majesty," she says and looks around to everyone. "What is the matter? Is something amiss?"

Narine glances towards the door where the Queen emerged from, and walks quickly towards it, to find out for herself what is causing the commotion.

Narine opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

Aislynn nods distractedly to Leylia, before turning in earnest to her Warder, "There are two....dead men in the Courtyard. They wear the uniforms of House Hune..."

Samuel moving protectively between Jeffrin and the queen but off to the side so as not to be in the way.

Renica walks through the carved stone archway into the entry hall where you are.

Leylia's eyes go wide with shock,"Two...dead?" She stands there only a moment longer before turning on her heels and rushing into the courtyard. Two dead men dressed in Hune colors....

Narine enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Leylia opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

Surprise touches Gentte's features. She makes the sign against the Dark, eyes going toward the courtyard. "Oh light..." She murmurs quietly.

Aislynn hovers near her Warder, looking obviously shaken. She turn suspicious eyes upon Jeffrin.

Narine strides quickly back into the room, her teeth clenched, her hands in fists.

Leylia enters the hall from the courtyard gardens.

Renica steps into the entrance hall, going pale at the sight of the dead bodies. "Light!" she breathes. "What happened?"

Demonder walks into the room from the main entrance, only catching bare earshot of what is said. Though Leylia's words clearly hit him as he rushes toward where she stood. "What happened???" The concern is thick on his voice.

Aislynn murmurs, "Rennar...."

Aislynn opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

The Gaidin, if he were not better schooled would show some surprise at this. "We should be well away from here now."

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway into the Grand Hall.

Samuel walks through the carved stone archway into the entry hall where you are.

Nicodemus opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

Leylia is only gone for the span of a few moments. Apparently long enough to survey and see that they are not those she knows of readily, though she had seen them before many times. She looks up at Demonder and points to the courtyard. "I..I do not know what has happened. But there are dead, plain as day..."

Samuel opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

Alarmed at the Queen's words, Genette follows the rush of the other people leaving the scene. Rennar, afterall, is her favorite out of all the Hune children, having tended her since she was a young babe.

Narine opens the door and leaves the foyer, entering the courtyard beyond.

You open the door and leave the house, entering the courtyard.

Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Contents:
Narine, Samuel, Nicodemus, Aislynn

Samuel nodds to the two as it is the only thing he can do at that pace.

Aislynn turns on her Warder, "Leave? I cannot leave without knowing my friend is not dead like those two...." she gestures to the two dead Guards.

Demonder opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Leylia opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Renica opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Samuel says "I could find Jeffrin and beat it out of him. (he blushes at his first outburst of the night)"

Leylia blinks and turns to regard Samuel, a slightly raised eyebrow at that particular outburst. "Surely you do not think even my Uncle Jeffrin is capable of such?"

Two Hune Guards lay sprawled unceremoniously halfway in and out of the gatehouse. Their deaths were quick, about that much can be told - throats slit

upon closer inspection.

Demonder walks into the courtyard, still uncertain. His eyes grow wide as he heads toward Narine, question in his voice. "Rennar?"

Aislynn blanches at Samuel's remark. Although she seems suspicious of the man herself, Aislynn would not have blurted such out. She murmurs to her Warder, "Perhaps we should leave for now..."

Samuel says "I'd like to say no m'lady."

Narine glances about, poised on the balls of her feet, obviously awaiting for the murderes to leap out of the shadows. She circles about, her gaze sweeping over each crevice, as if they might be hiding there. She stops and shakes her head, pointing towards the dead guards, "I know not. Only these two have been found." she replies simply.

Samuel says "Leave me highness i'll find her."

Renica shies away from the dead bodies, looking about to sick up. "Where is Rennar?"

Nicodemus inclines his head. "As you wish Aislynn Sedai, but we could return with more guards, leaving Samuel, and Cronus to continue the search. The Lady Rennar will understand."

Aislynn nods miserably to Nicodemus, "Of course, Gaidin." She looks to Samuel, "Do as Nicodemus says...."

Narine narrows her eyes and straightens, coughing into her hand. "I can find her, Gaidin," she replies.

Samuel again the blade is in hand. Nods into a bow. Yes your majesty. He turns quickly and leaves the scene.

Samuel climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Demonder takes a hold of Narine's arm as he whispers to her. He mutters to

Narine, "... said... be in... Narine."

Samuel opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Samuel climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Samuel opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Renica claps a hand to her mouth and flees.

Samuel pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Narine nods slowly, glancing about her once again. She mutters to Demonder, "... I... the... might..."

Samuel pulls open the gate and comes in from the path.

Leylia stands with most of the people gathered, though now quiet, glancing around the area, shaking her head back and forth to herself. Surely this cannot really be happening, not now...time of all times.

Samuel pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Genette stands on the sidelines, tears streaming down her face by now, "Mikel... Pence..." She goes over to where the bodies of the guards lie. She knew the men, obviously. Seeing that no one has done so before, she unties her apron and places it over their glazed over eyes. She is not one who is easily cowed by much, though it is certain she may hold the same fear as the others do regarding her lady. For now, her attention are on the other two, who need proper respect dealt to their now lifeless forms.

Demonder nods to Narine, his hand losening the leather strap that holds his axe in place. Yes, he wore that ugly weapon even to this dinner. Watching Ginette give the orders, the concern shows deep in his eyes as he makes his way around thye courtyard and then he rushes into the manor.

Aislynn glides over near Genette, offering her a brief and comforting embrace. She murmurs to her quietly, "Whoever did this -shall- be found, Mistress Genette. It does bode well, however..." she swallows hard before continuing, "...that Rennar is not among them...." She glances at Demonder apologetically, before rising from Genette's side, and alinging herself with Nicodemus again.

aligning, too

Demonder climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Samuel opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Narine nods and walks quickly towards the guardhouse. She reaches in and pulls out a bow and some arrows. She studies them for a moment before rushing out into the street.

Narine pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Genette nods absently to Aislynn, returning the small embrace given to her. "I thank you, for your words, your Majesty." She responds quietly, tears still staining her cheeks. "And I am certain the Lady would be thankful as well."

Samuel says "My queen I can find her no where."

Samuel looks genuinely worried and shamed at his lack of being able to find the lady.

Aislynn sighs at Samuel's words, saying softly, "Perhaps Lord Jeffrin should be gently questioned."

Nicodemus stays close to Aislynn, his eyes sweeping the area, seaking out any hiding place. Yet he does not limit his gaze to that, he searches the faces gathered for any tell tale sighns.

Leylia glances over to Genette after giving a look to Demonder. She just seems to remain quiet, not knowing what to do for now. But then, she glances around the area and something seems to come to her. "Master Halice?" She glances toward those who remain,"Where might Master Halice be?"

Aislynn makes her way to the gates, her eyes skimming various faces, as well.

Samuel says "Yes, my queen, immediately."

Samuel climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

Samuel has left.

Aislynn pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Nicodemus pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

Leylia turns and seems to shake her head somewhat to herself. While everyone else seems intent on follow their own leads...she thinks of the one person who should have the best leads of anyone considering his position to the Lady Rennar. She makes her way back into the house, pausing a moment to offer Genette a smile. "She will be found, Mistress Genette. I know it." If only she really felt that confident.

Leylia climbs the stairs to the main door and enters the house.

You climb the stairs to the main door, and enter the house.

Entrance Hall: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

You are in the foyer, or entrance hall, of House Hune. The walls around you are made of white stone, and the floor is made of marble. Set into the middle of the floor is a stone mosaic of the House Hune sigil. Doors and archways lead off of the foyer into other parts of the building. But the most predominant feature here is the staircase. It stands opposite the doors to the courtyard, and is made of marble. It is in a horseshoe shape, with the two ends beginning on the floor, and the height of the crescent reaching the second floor. There is a small landing at the climax of the staircase, so it is possible to go from one end of the stairs to the other without actually leaving the foyer. The small landing area leads into the upstairs hallway, but is also useful as an area from which to address large crowds in the foyer. Under the landing area is the door to the kitchen. In the south wall is the door to the Steward's Office, and the north wall contains the entrance to the Grand Hall. A large fireplace also rests in the north wall, and gives heat to the main floor during the winter.

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Leylia

Genette walks through the hallway and back to the Grand Hall. Her shoulders are sagging. She looks like a woman lost, with Rennar gone. She gives the stairs a cursory glance, "Now things will be twice as worse than before, if she truly is missing."

Leylia is herself about to make her way up those stairs, but she pauses a moment and follows your glance up toward them and the meaning is almost all too clear. She frowns slightly and then makes her way up to the floor with the family apts. Her Uncle Jeffrin's not too far from her own....

NOTE: This and many more logs of the this particular TP will follow. Stay tuned for more adventure!