An Invitation Most Cordial

Akibrus trailed after the engaged couple, dressed to match Lyric — which possibly meant he was matching Tiberius as well (awkward, the possibilities are endlessly amusing). Browns and toned greens, a suit of slightly lesser quality than the Tevene man walking alongside Lyric, not necessarily mismatched in colors but certainly similar enough that the trio didn't look horrible walking in together. His hair was not as coiffed as it could be, but he'd never had an interest in neat hair. Appearances mattered very little; it was what people did that mattered more.

And he was quiet, watching, listening. He caught the glance in his direction, and allowed his lips to curve into a slight smile as he caught the other man's words. He leaned to whisper in Lyric's ear, That means play nice, sweetling. He wasn't in any position to judge Tiberius for having someone he held dear.

He fell back a step or two, as he trailed them on their way to Enzo, fussing over a tray of drinks. And dipped his head, in greetings, ...or somethin'. He agreed, I'm honored to have been invited. Your home is... quite lovely, Tevene architecture is much different than the Marches. He'd traveled through the Anderfels; traveled through Nevarra; even seen Ferelden and Antiva. But Tevinter architecture still left him a bit awestruck. Perhaps it was simply because he'd never been in Tevinter before and it would fade with time...

@Enzo Pavus @Lyric Oatshield @Tiberius Umbra