Mango loco

His face was unfamiliar to her now she’d time to look him over properly. She’d assumed Orlesian, given the hosts and families involved, yet connections ran in all directions, one couldn’t say how and who this man was connected with. Adaria had enough confidence that she wouldn’t misstep during this event. Not enough to draw eyes on her true motivations and movements around Orlais and beyond. The pieces were beginning to align and she couldn’t afford to be too careless.

The annoyance filling his face, replacing apology, greatly amused her. It was fascinating watching the switch that she couldn’t help but blink in a way that offered a curt but silent, ‘Yes? You have a question?’ That arrogance which came hand in hand with her birthright and status only cemented her position. He was entirely in the wrong and she, the right.

The fleeting look of panic however, surprised her yet again. She was used to people arguing from behind their masks, hiding their emotions despite the fact she could sense them, see them radiate it without being aware of it. The honest concern both in his tone and countenance only convinced her to follow without even second guessing it.

[color=#9a00b2]“Was this servant even trustworthy? Why not bring a member of your own staff to mind her?”[/color] Honestly, had he even kept an animal before? [color=#9a00b2]“What lord doesn’t take a butler with them?”[/color]