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

Coming down the stairs is Lady Rennar Hune. She appears to be on her way to the Grand Hall, a place some sometimes sits and relaxes for the evening, or speaks to one of her many staff about varying issues.

The footsteps of the woman Demonder had escorted in could be heard trialing away. Demonder looks in a bit of strain, his eyes tired, but at the sight of Rennar his features lift in spirits. There's a simple smile that crosses his lips, as he walks to the base of the stairs and waits for Rennar to reach him. "Renni." There's a need for her in his voice.

The Lady Hune comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. His voice betraying him, concern comes to her features. "What is it Demonder?" Rennar responds to the need of his voice.

When Rennar reaches the bottom of the steps, Demonder takes her within his arms in one quick sweep, and places a kiss upon her with a swift motion that ends at their lips pressing. The kiss is short, and he releases her from the embrace in the next moment. "Tonight I realized I am a Lord of House Hune," he states quietly. "There are some issues, it seems. Queen Aislynn has rounded up three or four thousand men, and surrounded the Children of the Light's farm. Apparently there was an attack on the Tower party that had been visitting. Lord Turail came across the information from a woman with golden eyes, and well, he went to Aislynn. Prince Theowyn leads the army." He drops all this at her feet, seeing the reaction.

It does take a few moments for Rennar to get over the shock of the final words that Demonder speaks, though the first happen to have brought a warm smile to her features. Smoothing over her dress, she looks up at Demonder, studying his features in a quiet manner. "It is unfortunate that the Children of the Light decided to show their true colors against a peaceful party. Likely, there will be high ramifications for those involved." She lets her voice trail quietly, her eyes roaming over Demonder's face. "But I sense, somehow, there's something more to this that you are not saying."

Demonder's hand wraps around Rennar's own hand. Briefly he nods, and begins to lead her away from the stairs and toward the Grand Hall. Rennar's newly-wed husband takes a deep breath. "If the Children are removed from Andor's land, House Roesone may be crushed by the financial strain of it," Demonder speaks quietly. "You know, Renni, I was standing there. Lord Turail, Pitor, Deleamar were all there, and then Duchess Cathryn came downstairs. As they were discussing and arguing over the situation..." Demonder's voice trails, looking to Rennar. "I was being pulled here within, to insure House Hune will remain safe in the conflict."

"You may be married to me Demonder,but I would not begrudge you the opportunity to help your family should they be in need. Our alliances are not with the Children fo the Light, and if you feel you need to help Turail and the others, please do not let our wedding vows stop you." Rennar does not move from her position at the bottom of the stairs, more intent on getting her point through. "You do what you must to keep your family safe. I am able to take care of Hune affairs on my own. I have been for the last four years, afterall." She reaches out and gently squeezes Demonder's arm, perhaps misinterpreting his concerns.

Demonder nods quietly at that, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a warm motion. "It's not that, Renni. Turail and the others can deal with the matters at hand. I am more needed here." Okay, there's a more hopeful tone in his voice, as Demonder had just witnessed three high ranking Lords and their Duchess discuss important decisions, yet seeing only Rennar here.

A smile comes to Rennar's features at Demonder's words. She reaches up her other hand to hold his upon her cheek. "Yes, you are needed here." She nods her head, moving forward to gently place a kiss on his cheek. "Believe it or not, you are very important in my life. And, I want for you to share my life, as much as you feel comfortable doing. However, I will not thrust you into practically any situation. I trust your ability and judgement, and value it greatly. Your worth is under-estimated within House Hune, as I've told Lady Cathryn herself." Rennar continues to gaze at Demonder, watching his reaction.

Demonder nods in a light smile, looking surprised as Rennar lays a kiss on his cheek. Signs of affection from Rennar are still a pleasant surprise to him, and with the motion, he can't help but pull Rennar closer to him. Demonder's shoulders broaden at her words, as he nods. "Your security and faith in me..." Demonder shrugs a shoulder, never being showed much of either. "Thank-you. All I know, is with all their discussions, this is where I wanted to be. You did not receive insight on this from the Queen?" he asks quietly, fingers stroking warmly at Rennar's cheek as he pulls her in closer.

"I have not spoken with the Queen since summoned to listen to Lord Magnus speak upon matters of Murandy." Rennar comments, pulling back away from Demonder a bit.

Demonder takes a pause in his thoughts, looking up to the stairs and then through the hallway. "Aeliss was there as well. She is loyal to you, I knew it, but had not known she had sworn oaths on that."

"Matters, and more, that we have not yet been able to discuss." Rennar comments in a quiet manner. "But will be able to soon." She offers a warm smile, and all her trust. "Just at the time, you had to be loyal to your own family." There is a brief pause as she adds, "And I find Mistress Aeliss... interesting."

"She is an interesting woman," Demonder notes back with a slight chuckle. "I fear there is something of a military mind to her rather all-to friendly personality." His eyes look fondly upon his wife, as he shrugs. "But you should begin detailing me on such information, as I'm certain there will be many surprises I'd rather not encounter."

"I will." Rennar promises. "On the morrow. When I speak of such matters, I'd like to have a bit of time reserved between us as well. We could, perhaps, take a meal privately, and quietly discuss the things you need to know." She gently reaches out and touches Demonder's cheek, letting go of his own hand upon her cheek.

"Good," Demonder's eyes trail across her form, and then he shakes his head lightly. "Bad thoughts..." he whispers loud enough for Rennar to hear as he can't help but chuckle. "In the morning then. And tell me, what were you doing this late in the evening?" he ponders lightly. "I didn't mean to return so late."

"I was about to go speak with Genette over a small matter of the House, but that can wait." Rennar notes, keeping her attention on Demonder. "If you wish. We can retire to my room and talk a small bit."

Demonder smiles weakly, and then simply nods. "I'd wish that, yes. Retiring for the evening is best." With those words spoken, Demonder slips his arm around Rennar's waist, and turns her toward the stairs. There is a slight pause as his eyes move across Rennar, seeming to breath in her eyes and lips, the curves allowed to his view from the dress. Demonder breaths a content sigh, and leads them up into their room. "Lord Raellin has arrived in Caemlyn as well, he is a guest of House Roesone. He is the man to marry my sister," he states quietly, thoughts elsewhere.

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

You climb the staircase to the second floor.

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.

Demonder

Rennar nods quietly at Demonder's words, not really taking note of his expression when he looks at her. Perhaps, it is at this time, that she chooses not to be as perceptive as she can be. "Have you had a chance to meet with him yet? Is he the type of person you imagined your sister marrying? At least seeing him, and speaking with him, should ease some of your worries over her." Or so Rennar thinks at least.

"Lord Raellin was only there briefly," Demonder states quietly, moving with no rush toward there room, yet managing to take large enough strides. "And did not say more then a few words. I think Lord Pitor had a better perception of the future husband for my sister. Pitor seemed to like him." The dread in Demonder's voice is clear, as a number of feelings could pop up from this statement. "He is staying within the manor, I'm certain to get a chance to speak with him. And the friend he brings is from Tear, and is a possible lead for business alliances."

Demonder opens the door and walks into the Outer Chambers of Rennar's Rooms.

You open the door and walk into the Outer Chambers of Rennar's Rooms.

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.

Demonder

Rennar nods her head slowly, listening to Demonder in a quiet manner. "I would not judge him simply on the fact that Pitor likes him. Watch him and judge him for who he is. If you see too many resemblances between he and your brother, then disapprove, if you do." She reaches out and gently squeezes Demonder's arm, eyes going to a box that's settled upon her desk. She gives that box an obvious frown, but says nothing of it - not even having told Demonder about her 'gift' from Aeliss. "Besides, you could just be worrying over nothing."

Aeliss enters the room from the hallway.

Rennar had just entered the room with Demonder, and is carefully being led to a set of chairs. Rennar's attention is on a box that is familiar to Aeliss, a small frown upon her lips, yet that frown disappears as she turns to whatever Demonder is about to speak.

Demonder doesn't notice the box on the desk that is Aeliss' gift or Rennar's attention on it. Instead he guides Rennar further into the room with a slight nod. "It will be easier on my sister if I give him a chance," Demonder concludes quietly with some reluctance. As the knock on the door, he slips from Rennar's side, and turns back to the direction they just came from. Servants don't usually come around this late at night, after-all. With a slight pause, he opens up the door. Upon seeing Aeliss he swings it open further. "Aeliss, come in, please," he notes with a light smile having just escorting her home from their evening in the Roesone manor with the others.

The young Bard drops a courtly curtsey when she enters, bowing her head politely in respect to the Lady Rennar. When she rises, she glances between the two of you, and half turns her body back toward the door. "I can depart, my Lady, if this is not a convenient time for conversation."

"No, please stay Aeliss." Rennar addresses the other woman informally, as she does most servants and staff housed within Tiras Lorn. "We were just sitting down to talk a bit, but I'm sure Demonder would not mind more company. Besides, there are things he must learn about our particular relationship as well." She motions Aeliss in within her hand, saying nothing about the dress that was offered her before.

Aeliss arches a brow curiously at Rennar's reference, taking a quick glance at Demonder. However, her surprise is soon smoothed over, and she moves further into the room, idly smoothing her skirts. "Greetings, Lord Demonder." She turns to Rennar, again looking curious, most likely in reference to her words regarding the Bard's relationship to the Lady.

Demonder has no idea on the dress Aeliss had purchased for Rennar, otherwise there might be a silly grin on his features. Instead Demonder motions Aeliss further into the room before closing the door behing. "Greetings," he states simply, and walks over to by the desk just as someplace to take a spot of observation as the matters are discussed.

Rennar glides over to one of the settees herself, taking a seat and smoothing over skirts, "Please, find a seat." She murmurs gently, then glances to Aeliss in a quiet manner, "I would assume that since you have come here, there's things you have need to tell me?" There's really no presumption within her voice about the other woman's motives for arriving, her eyes holding a note of curiosity.

Inclining her head to Rennar's question, Aeliss takes a seat near to the other two, smoothing her skirks primly and deftly as she sits. "Aye, m'Lady. It touches upon the Queen's recent....actions....against the Children. There were some few ideas I wished to approach you with." She glances at Demonder from the corner of her eye, perhaps looking a trifle uneasy that he is present...and that her double-duty has been thus revealed. Perhaps.

Demonder continues to lean against the desk, looking casual and unconcerned over the matters being discussed. There's still a hint of tension that was there before, but whatever troubled him was gone once speaking with Rennar. The young lord is clearly alert to their topic of conversation.

"You may speak freely before Demonder, Aeliss. He is now my husband. I had told you he would be told once we were married. I trust him with my life, and therefore any secrets that may be held within my life." Rennar's voice attempts to reassure the other woman, as she speaks to Aeliss. She offers a warm smile, then glances to Demonder briefly. "Aeliss works as an informant within House Hune. I trust you will keep that knowledge to yourself, as it may affect not only her life, but the lives of those within this House. I trust her, as I trust you."

Demonder offers a reassuring smile as he looks to his wife. Even now the love is clear within him, the man clearly whipped in most ways to the whilm of the woman he loves. Well, with exception to that flirting flaw he seems to hold. "Of course, Renni. Aeliss?" The questioning tone in his voice simply wants to verify that she will trust him.

Upon hearing Rennar's words, Aeliss nods in the affirmative to Demonder. "I trust you, my Lord." She then turns to Rennar, inquiring in her smooth, low murmur, "You received my missive regarding the Lord Daric?"

Slowly, Rennar nods her head, eyes going briefly to Demonder before they go back to Aeliss, "I have." She comments in a soft manner, waiting for Aeliss to continue.

Demonder smiles with another nod, and then quickly turns to a more serious expression as the name of the Roesone Lord is mentioned.

"I simply got the impression from the Lord Daric's words and demeanor that he is up to no good," Aeliss states, a small grimace of distaste curving her lips slightly. "As he made reference to a group of supporters at the Roesone family estates in the country, linked to the Children of the Light, I can only assume that he has some designs on--perhaps--a forceable insurrection to gain the High Seat of House Roesone. Perhaps there is something you can do with this information, my Lady. As of right now, however, I would not know what that might be." She shakes her head sadly, continuing, "I had chance to be at the Roesone estates a few night's past, when the Queen first sent her militia to the Children. I have never before seen the Lady Cathryn, and..." she looks apologetically at Demonder, and then turns her eyes back to Rennar, "...despite her regal aura, she is quite frail and, indeed, old. If the Lord Daric has some violent designs upon her, to usurp her place, I fear she would be hard-pressed to stand in his way."

Demonder's eyes go properly wide at the mention of Daric and his apparent plans. The lords expression darkens as he looks between Aeliss and Rennar. "That..." he slows in tone, and decides it better to keep quiet.

"I thought it politic to let you know, My Lady. If anything...happens...you could be looked at suspiciously for having given the Lord Daric refuge here." Aeliss smiles warmly to Rennar, "Although we here know that it was far from your intention."

Rennar's eyes widen, then concern floods over her features, "Lady Cathryn's health is failing..." She begins quietly, glancing to Demonder in a reluctant manner, "She does not expect to live more than a year, and is at present attempting to decide between Lord Pitor and Lord Turail for the High Seat of the House. I am hoping against all odds that she selects Lord Turail." And, there is that stark certainty that was there when she was speaking to Cathryn that briefly enters Rennar's eyes, "He is the better of the choices she has to make, tradition or not." A brow lifts gently at Aeliss's words, and Rennar nods her head briefly in response to the rest of the explaination, "I am grateful that you have come to me. Unfortunately, Lord Daric has not yet violated the terms of agreement that we made to ensure he could stay here. However, that does not mean I cannot go to both Lord Turail and Lady Cathryn and ensure that they are aware that he designs to do something to the House, or at least places its reputation in danger."

For some reason, something in Rennar's speech causes Aeliss to blanch, her gray eyes opening wider in a shocked expression, before she schools her features back to her normally pleasant mien. She nods at intervals during the rest of her Patronesses words, and then replies, "I...I..." This hestitation is not the silver-tongued Bard's accustomed way; something has temporarily derailed her. "My Lady," she tries again. "I would ask that you not reveal your source. I am sure that you would not....but I yet fear the Lord Daric could be capable of violence if he discovered who gave you this information."

Demonder pushes against the desk and stands more upright. Doing the male-thing, he begins to pace slowly across the floor as he considers the matters at hand. "It is enough vague in detail. I'm certain if that is his plan, the appropriate questions withinthe Vineyards can be placed, and the information recovered on their own. So long as Cathryn is pointed in the right direction." Demonder takes a deep breath, looking to Aeliss in a different light. "Thank-you."

There is a gentle smile that comes across Rennar's lips, one that touches on reassurance. She reaches out and gently takes Aeliss's hand within her own, "Have I not pledged to protect you in your service to me?" A brow lifts in an inquistive manner, "I have no designs to tell anyone, except the Queen herself, whom I trust with such information, who my sources of information are. Lord Daric, nor the others, will know who told me what you did just now."

Aeliss murmurs quietly to Demonder, "You are most welcome, my Lord." When Rennar takes her hand, Aeliss turns her gaze to her Patroness, and looks reassured, smiling somewhat, but there is something lurking behind her eyes that denotes a crestfallen attitude, mingled with a touch of chagrin. "I thank you, my Lady." A light dawns in her eyes, and she looks as if she has remembered something else of import. "If you plan to speak with the Queen, herself, the Lord Daric made a curious comment in regard to Ishara's blood. It was very cryptic, and I cannot be sure what he meant by it." She smirks faintly, "I am sure that the man could not have his sights on the deposition of a Queen, for all his arrogance and blustering."

The comment about Ishara's blood seems to chill Rennar's own. "I hope, for Light's sake, he does not. I am the one with the next most ties to Ishara, and I have no designs to take the throne, nor would I want it. It is Aislynn's by right and tradition." There is a faint pause as Rennar looks to demonder, "Were it in reference to his own blood, the only way he could gain the throne himself were if he had a daughter of age. Kings are not tolerated in Andor. Only Queen's rule, as they have for three thousand years."

Demonder would be eager to share this information with his House, yet he looks to Rennar on this matter. So instead, he settles to his place leaning against the desk, faintly toying with a few books upon it. And that box that is Aeliss' gift. Demonder seems to look for distractions, for the thoughts in his mind are not of purest form for the Hand of Light that takes on House Roesone colors.

Aeliss shakes her head to Rennar. "No, my Lady." She colours miserably, highly embarrassed by something. "I had gotten rather the impression that--if my speculation is anywhere near the mark, which I freely admit that it may well not be--he was looking to install someone else...perhaps by pretense." She glances down at her hands that idly pluck at her skirts. "As I said, he was very cryptic. He commented that it was too bad I had not Ishara's blood." She hastily glances up at Rennar and then back down at her hands, "As I said, I may be shooting a fair distance away from the mark. Perhaps it was simply an idle comment of his."

"Perhaps, but not one to completely ignore either." Rennar's words are light in manner, holding a note of calm despite the other emotions she might be feeling. "There is trouble enough within Andor, that we do not need he nor the Children of the Light to contend with as well. There is this news that still must be dealt with yet by Lord Magnus himself, and the man who's house he claims attempted to kill myself and my Lord Jeffrin." There is a slight smirk upon her lips. "Were the Children to ally with Murandy...." She stops her thoughts there, not wanting to consider that option.

"Lord Magnus?" Demonder moves forward again, this time interjecting himself into the conversation. The words Rennar offers are not exactly fitting into his conciousness all to well, that hint of anger for Lord Daric still clearly there within his eyes. "You know of the house that attempted to kill yourself and Jeffrin?"

Confusion briefly comes to Rennar's eyes as she regards Demonder, "You were there when the meeting was called, and Lord Magnus told us of the troubles within Murandy... of the nobles that were assassinated within his lands."

Aeliss settles back comfortably in her chair, a pensive look upon her face, as if mulling over what she is hearing. She remains quiet during the exchange between the Lady Rennar and her husband, appearing to be deep in thought. After some few moments, she seems to reach a decision, but waits until it is polite for her to speak, as she does not wish to be intrusive.

"Oh," Demonder states quietly, proving how little he was paying attention to the matter. "I will learn to be more alert in such matters." There are hints of shame that come across his features, but seen only briefly as he turns away and sits untop of the desk once again.

"My Lady," Aeliss begins. "I am sure you must have heard that Illian is about to declare the Hunt for the Horn...Have you any plans to attend the Festival there, to see the famous Blessing?" She smiles pleasantly, smoothly, and adds, "If my Lady will forgive my forwardness, I have noticed that you could much use a vacation to distract your mind from recent events."

"A house Fiores came up in the discussion, and this Lord Renfurie, or whatever his name was, his sigil was the one that I had seen the night of the attack against my home." Rennar murmurs in a quiet manner, offering Demonder a warm smile in an attempt to reassure him, "And you were doing fine there." She comments lightly, turning her attention to Aeliss. At the mention if Illian, she seems to freeze a moment, and shakes her head, "I've no intentions of leaving Caemlyn. The last time I took a vacation, it was more than a disaster. I will remain home, with my family and friends."

Demonder can't help but chuckle lightly. At the mention of disaster, he leans forward and whispers loud enough for everyone to hear. "The last time she left home, she fell in love with the Roesone Lord before you, Aeliss. And she also accepted to be his wife." That should just about settle any doubt of it being a disaster.

Aeliss nods at Rennar's words, and chuckles briefly at Demonder's tale. She afterward takes a deep breath, after which she inquires, "I would ask my Lady's permission to travel to Illian to see this Blessing, after which I would, of course, make haste back to Caemlyn." And then, the crux of what she is probably getting at slips from her faintly smiling lips. "I would also ask your blessing to stop in Murandy upon my way, and perhaps see what I can find out about this House Fiores that may have had aught to do with your House's troubles." She rushes on slightly, perhaps to forestall what she feels is an inevitable negative response, "Few Noble Houses will turn down the entertainments of a Bard, and I will be very careful, my Lady."

A brow quirks at Demonder's words, and a frown settles upon Rennar's features, "The last time I left, Jeffrin Hune invaded my house,a nd I was assualted with more 'visions'..." She speaks the word so that it would be clear to Demonder what she means, "... then I ever cared to see within mylife. No thank you. I'll stay quite put."

Rennar glances back to Aeliss, regarding her in a quiet moment. Finally, after some silence, she nods her head, "I would not keep you from going to Illian, or any other place, if that is your desire, Aeliss. Unlike some nobles, I do not believe I 'own' my staff. You are thinking and feeling people with needs of your own." Not that Aeliss was implying the like, Rennar knows. She smiles warmly a moment, then it slips, "Whether or not you go to Murandy is your choice. I cannot offer any protection there, and to send members of my own house to rescue you may endanger the unsteady peace that we do currently maintain between both countries..." She lets her voice trail, as concern fills her eyes, "You do not need my permission to do this, though if you do, I want you to take utmost care."

Demonder's features takes on a more serious tone, as Rennar rarely catches on with his humor. It's especially comforting for Demonder to make a joke of such more serious events, and each time Rennar bashes them down with reality, Demonder seems to harden. There is a touch of rergret seeing that Aeliss might be leaving, as well as a touch of jealousy. But Illian will always be there, and his place is with Rennar.

Aeliss inclines her head to Rennar, looking relieved at the affirmative answer. "Thank you, my Lady." Her face takes on the thoughtful cast again, and after a brief pause, she admits, "Perhaps I should think more upon the Murandy matter. I have heard it muttered around that there is much unrest there, which might even keep me from journeying to Illian. But I would much like to see the Blessing, if conditions allow my travel."

Perhaps it is with the Creator's luck that Rennar does not notice Demonder's jealousy of Aeliss leaving. "I wish you a safe journey, when you do go. And I will insist that you take some of Genette's cooking when you when you leave..." There is a slight smile that twists upon her features, "As will she, I'm certain." She speaks fondly of the elderly woman who has managed the house for nearly three generations.

But what of the Sa'sara lessons? Demonder's mind attempts to plead telephatically to Aeliss. That likely comes with little success. Instead, his fingers play idly on the desk, and the gift to Rennar. He peers to Rennar, and then the box in sweeping motions of his head. "You've received a gift?" The packaging is clearly of that nature.

Aeliss smiles warmly to Rennar, and nods. It is doubtful that the Bard has not enjoyed Genette's fine cooking since she has been taken into the House. At Demonder's question, Aeliss glances curiously over in that direction. Upon seeing the familiar box, she glances back at Rennar, looking just the faintest bit sheepish.

"No..." Rennar lies, now not looking at Aeliss at all. In fact, she seems to stiffen, "It's just something that was dropped off for one of the servants. I have not yet had a chance to pass it on to that particular person." She makes no mention of what the gift is, or who might have passed it unto the House - giving a reasonable explaination why a box is randomly sitting upon her desk.

At hearing Rennar's words, Aeliss' sheepish expression departs, and she seems to relax, settling back into her chair, her lips twitching at the corners in the smallest, most inconspicuous, gesture of amusement at her Patronesses quick wit.

Demonder is not the most observant Lord, and so perhaps the sudden change in mood from the women does not hit upon his senses in an obvious fashion. He simply nods faintly, toying with the cover of the box brieftly as though about to open it, before turning his eyes on the two. "Which servant?" he asks simply. "You seem to know them by name, and I still struggle with their identities. Perhaps I'll pass it along?" Demonder is trying to make friendly with the servants that Rennar treats well. His look is innocent, of course.

"Sasha..." Rennar murmurs in a quiet manner, "And you can't possibly pass it on, because she is in Fal Moran currently with Xavier." There is now a patient note to her voice as she continues the lie. It is then that she briefly glances to Aeliss, and her obvious frown can be seen, "It may remain there, as it is, until she returns."

The young Bard says nothing, simply arches a brow, her amusement not obvious at all now.

Demonder takes some notice of the name, simply nodding. "Very well." At that, he forgets about the box and begins to remove the axe from his belt. "One day I'll get their names right. At House Roesone, we're not as in communication with our servants," he notes quietly, knowing this is something against Rennar's beliefs. "Though I appreciate actually being able to thank the person by name that aids me in day-to-day activities."

Aeliss seems to file away Demonder's comment somewhere in the recesses of her mind, for later use, perhaps. Although her slightly disturbed air has not yet totally departed her, from back when the discussion of Lord Daric was in full swing.

"It is rumored that she wished to take Sa'sara lessons for her fiance." Rennar comments off handedly. "She and Xavier are to be married." Carefully, she watches both the other two people within her room, her features remaining rather calm and stoic in mannerisms. "And I expect that's what the package is all about." She nods her head in response to the other words regarding House Roesone, "Not all see members of a household as family, as I do. We live and work together each day, forming bonds. I'd prefer people who work for me out of love, than out of necessity."

Demonder's eyes go a touch wide, though the lord changes from moods often enough. And typically in dramatic forms. As their conversation touches upon the Sa'sara, an entire new appeal enters his mind. Demonder nods, with a slight smile. "The Sa'sara you say?" There is an attempt at ignorance of the dance. "I've heard vastly outragious rumors on such a dance. I'm certain they are exaddurated in their appeal for both husband and wife." Demonder shrugs, offering no further opinion on this, until he looks to Aeliss as though expecting her to say otherwise.

Aeliss simply nods at Rennar's words, looking so cool that butter would not melt in her mouth. If she knows aught of this gift, for all her nonchalant demeanor, she is not letting on.

Demonder shrugs his shoulder and nods simply. No conspiracy here at all. None. Demonder looks fairly certain of that.

"Scandalous, more like." Rennar surmises, "and not such a dance you'll find me learning." For some reason, her voice is a touch more firm than needed or required.

Demonder looks to Aeliss for a moment, and then to his wife. Perhaps the bard will speak out against the opinion like she did with Demonder, though the lord looks doubtful in that thought. He does manage an amused smile.

Aeliss does not answer to Rennar's words, although for a brief moment, she--too--looks faintly amused. Perhaps she figures there is yet more than one way to skin a cat...or something along those lines.

"Were there other matters you wished to discuss this evening, Aeliss?" Rennar comments in a light manner, eyes going to her bard and studying her carefully.

Demonder decides its best he not comment, and instead he continues to rest idly against the desk.

Aeliss shakes her head, and takes this as a dismissal. She rises from her seat, smoothing her skirts as she does so, and offers her Patroness another elegant and courtly curtsey, "No, my Lady. I simply wished to speak to you of the Lord Daric matter. I shall withdraw, my Lady, and wish you well. Thank you for the audience."

Rennar nods her head briefly, offering a faint smile to Aeliss, "Good evening, Aeliss. And I thank you for your information, and your warning."