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<blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1742262" data-attributes="member: 9191">Tares Hehrog~The servant which you had sent, opens the door to her room, he averts his eyes from Tares, keeping them lowered lest he offends him.There are doubtlessly terrible rumors that circulate the servants about the Arch Sorcerer.&nbsp; They always seemed to give Tares a wide berth and when he did address them they all seemed to jump like the were expecting him to summon a demon to gobble them up.“She will see you milord.” The servant said, getting out of his way as quickly as he could.&nbsp; At least they were polite.The sitting room Tares enter is decorated lightly, but tastefully.&nbsp; Such accommodations would generally not be afforded a simple minstrel, but Aerya had the King’s favor and was by accounts a master of her craft.&nbsp; Aerya herself was standing, looking out the rooms only small window.&nbsp; The times Tares had seen her, when he felt it necessary to go to a court function, she had always be in austere gowns, with her blond hair held back.&nbsp; Her beauty had been undeniable then, even as she tried to de-emphasize it.&nbsp; Here, with her hair down, in a simple dress, with the morning sun streaming on to her, she was breath taking.She pauses a moment as Tares enters.&nbsp; Delicately she curtseys, “Lord Arch Sorcerer.&nbsp; I apologize for not being ready to receive guests.&nbsp; Your request caught me a little off guard, I am afraid.”&nbsp; Her voice carries a slight airy accent.“May I offer you some tea?” She offers as she moves across the room to a small tea set.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wrahn, post: 1742262, member: 9191"] Tares Hehrog~ The servant which you had sent, opens the door to her room, he averts his eyes from Tares, keeping them lowered lest he offends him. There are doubtlessly terrible rumors that circulate the servants about the Arch Sorcerer. They always seemed to give Tares a wide berth and when he did address them they all seemed to jump like the were expecting him to summon a demon to gobble them up. “She will see you milord.” The servant said, getting out of his way as quickly as he could. At least they were polite. The sitting room Tares enter is decorated lightly, but tastefully. Such accommodations would generally not be afforded a simple minstrel, but Aerya had the King’s favor and was by accounts a master of her craft. Aerya herself was standing, looking out the rooms only small window. The times Tares had seen her, when he felt it necessary to go to a court function, she had always be in austere gowns, with her blond hair held back. Her beauty had been undeniable then, even as she tried to de-emphasize it. Here, with her hair down, in a simple dress, with the morning sun streaming on to her, she was breath taking. She pauses a moment as Tares enters. Delicately she curtseys, “Lord Arch Sorcerer. I apologize for not being ready to receive guests. Your request caught me a little off guard, I am afraid.” Her voice carries a slight airy accent. “May I offer you some tea?” She offers as she moves across the room to a small tea set. [/QUOTE]

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