by Vanidor » Sun Jul 08, 2012 5:08 am
She will have some short time to herself here, though a maid does indeed deliver a plate of apples, already cored and sliced, before being sprinkled with some sugar. A very light dusting of it it seemed. A moment later, another woman appears to set down another plate of the same, though this is without the dusting. As if they did not know which would be preferred, so they erred for both. The first woman would return with a silver tray, upon which a clear decanter (filled with a dark-golden brown liquor) and a trio of cups rests. The second woman slides in not long after with a pitcher of something else, though water beads along the sides. These are all set upon a short table that sits between a trio of chairs. Before they leave, the first woman dips slightly. "Our Master will be with you in but a moment, my Lady. Please, enjoy the refresments."
There are more moments that pass, until finally the man of the house steps into through the archway. Dressed now in a loose, flowing shirt of light blue and dark breeches to match. There is no weapon about his waist, though a belt does circle his torso. The clasps are there, beneath the beaten discs of silver. Arms wide, then, as into the room he steps, bare feet slapping against the worked stone. "Ah ha! I had heard rumors, even here, that there was activity at that dour place you call a home."
A few steps closer, a wide smile to match the wide arms. "I had hoped that you would have time to stop by, before the winds send you on further journeys." If the woman would allow, and if she were standing, he would place hands upon her shoulders. It is not quite a hug, he can remember a woman that... did not particularly find joy in physical contact as such, but it was what he did. How could such a joyful man be other than Kerrak al'Nerun? Who even in his madness enjoyed a laugh. "It is an everlasting joy to see you, for truth! I could kiss you, if I had no care for my face. Now then!" As if there had been no interruption in life, no change of plans or deaths between either of them.
It was at odds with the manner of his manservant, but Kerrak was always adept at secreting things away when it suited him. "If you have not broken your fast yet, please enjoy. I can have Keiri and Janessa bring in something else. Maybe some ale too, eh? There is much to talk about." And, finally, the whirlwind ends and those eyes simply stare. Nevermind the wrinkles and darkness barely hidden under the eyes.