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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 3536541" data-attributes="member: 7280">Janis meets Ireena's gaze evenly and without discomfort. The gentry of this land might be powerful in their own place, but a misstep in their presence would hardly invite the sort caution the wise took while dealing with any of the noble houses of Khorvaire or the heirs of the Houses.After being properly seated, Janis got back up and looked over the trappings of the house unimpressed, waving away Ireena's proclamations of aid for the villagers." The villagers are fine. We've attended them and they're well on their way to recovering once they've had some fat and salt to suit their vinegar. They only needed a little bit of reminding."Janis picks up some random item and considers it profoundly, as if attempting to pierce its true meaning and place within the home." You've had visitors. The people of the village seem to be singularly uninformed of even the rudiments of the news of the outside world," she says. " Visitors from outside stay here then, and not at the Inn normally?" Whatever the reply, Janis appears to ignore it - still engrossed in the trappings of the manor.When Ireena opens the door indicating the body, Janis follows Ireena at a polite, social distance like a pale, thin shadow closing in upon her shoulder." May we examine him? There is a sickness that infects the dead and spreads itself to the living in the town. It should not be here, but..." Janis continues. "The priest's son, he was twisted in death. I've recommended that the dead in town be burned or else allowed my companions blessing over the bodies." Janis moves to examine the body unless Ireena stops her." It must have been a terrible bother not having servants to cook for you during such a pressing time. How did you survive here alone? Have there been any other visitors recently?" The questions are deliberately paced and without inflection, as if Janis were for all the world conversing about the weather or a cobble turned out on the road.Janis smiles." What can you tell us about the castle?" The smile that settles onto her pale face is not entirely wholesome. Out of respect, the predatory teeth hide behind her thin lips but a spark of cyan-white something dances in her eyes for a moment regardless. Ireena might be the burgomaster's daughter but Janis ir'Sandel, by Blood, Flame, & Winter, was a noble scion of Cyre.Her moment of triumph is broken by the mixed message within the thought. For a moment her smile flickers into a frown, and then is replaced by a much more honest expression of happiness.OOC: I'm going for Woody Allen movie dialog, not Spike Lee. If the cattiness progresses to the finger-snapping, head-bobbing, and hair-pulling stage I think Janis will try to stop it just on general principles of manners. She skirts dangerously close to propriety, but she's not really intending to have to murder the poor girl by offending her into a rage or something.</blockquote>

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