Surely We'll be a Scandal, How Delightful

Adaria took in Quintilian with quiet interest, her sharp gaze sweeping over him as Enzo made his introduction. So, this was the mind behind The Blind Eye? She had been impressed by the club already—its elegance, its discretion, the undercurrent of intrigue woven seamlessly into its foundation. A place like this did not thrive by accident. That spoke of vision, of careful curation, and of someone who understood not only what people wanted but what they didn’t realize they needed.

Her lips curled into an easy smile as she inclined her head ever so slightly. A pleasure, Master Frey, she said smoothly, her voice warm yet measured. I must commend you—your establishment is a marvel. The kind of place where one might lose themselves, if they aren’t careful.

Her gaze flicked briefly to Enzo, amusement sparking in her eyes. Fortunately, I have a most attentive guide to ensure I don’t wander too far. Though I suspect if I did, you would quickly know where to find me.

There was curiosity in her tone, an unspoken challenge of sorts. Adaria was a guest in Tevinter, and she knew better than to overplay her hand, but she was not without her own instincts. The best places had keepers—those who watched, who listened, who understood the pulse of their domain with the precision of a maestro. She highly doubted the presence of Antivan royalty had gone unnoticed but she did wonder just how much Frey saw and heard.

Lifting her glass to her lips, she took a slow sip, savoring the lingering spice from Simone’s concoction before lowering it once more. Enzo has been kind enough to grant me a tour, though I have a feeling he is being far too modest of his contributions.

@Enzo Pavus
@Quintilian Frey