Date: TBD by Alistair
Location: Lysoria
Hans had done as he had said. Using his Coven and Lysorian connections, he had made sure that there was a reception waiting for Alistair at the Lysorian gates. When Alistair approached the grand city, more regal than jumbled Ne'haer, he would find a waiting group of people at the gates.
"Lord Alistair Venora?" the biggest man asked gruffly. Once he had ascertained the man's identity, he would ride with the man and his entourage through the streets. Curious Lysorians looked out their windows and stopped what they were doing in the streets to observe this newcomer, clearly a man of some import due to the reception he was receiving. "We have been expecting you. The chambers are ready now."
Through winding streets they went, Alistair's group and the Lysorians. For all that there was curiosity toward the group, Alistair would be able to feel some hostility, too. The Lysorians knew something was on the horizon - what, they could not say, but tensions were high in this noble city. An outsider without an obvious purpose boded more trouble on the way.
Eventually, they reached the largest and grandest building in Lysoria. With marble columns and grand steps leading up to the double oak doors, here were the council rooms of Lysoria - where the government was housed, and where Alistair would be meeting with the ruling House of Amielle and their advisors. Alistair and his most important companion were ushered into a door, unassuming.
Inside, sat a long oak table, sat three individuals. A man and a woman, younger than you might expect, with fair features and dark hair. They looked almost as if they could be siblings. The man beside them, a squirrelly man with gnarled fingers and parchment before him stood upon Alistair's entry.
"Lord Alistair Venora," he said, his voice husky. "Welcome to Lysoria. Might I introduce Lord Stefan and Lady Lorelai of House Amielle." The two looked on, haughtily, in silence, waiting for Alistair to introduce himself properly - and with respect.
Location: Lysoria
Hans had done as he had said. Using his Coven and Lysorian connections, he had made sure that there was a reception waiting for Alistair at the Lysorian gates. When Alistair approached the grand city, more regal than jumbled Ne'haer, he would find a waiting group of people at the gates.
"Lord Alistair Venora?" the biggest man asked gruffly. Once he had ascertained the man's identity, he would ride with the man and his entourage through the streets. Curious Lysorians looked out their windows and stopped what they were doing in the streets to observe this newcomer, clearly a man of some import due to the reception he was receiving. "We have been expecting you. The chambers are ready now."
Through winding streets they went, Alistair's group and the Lysorians. For all that there was curiosity toward the group, Alistair would be able to feel some hostility, too. The Lysorians knew something was on the horizon - what, they could not say, but tensions were high in this noble city. An outsider without an obvious purpose boded more trouble on the way.
Eventually, they reached the largest and grandest building in Lysoria. With marble columns and grand steps leading up to the double oak doors, here were the council rooms of Lysoria - where the government was housed, and where Alistair would be meeting with the ruling House of Amielle and their advisors. Alistair and his most important companion were ushered into a door, unassuming.
Inside, sat a long oak table, sat three individuals. A man and a woman, younger than you might expect, with fair features and dark hair. They looked almost as if they could be siblings. The man beside them, a squirrelly man with gnarled fingers and parchment before him stood upon Alistair's entry.
"Lord Alistair Venora," he said, his voice husky. "Welcome to Lysoria. Might I introduce Lord Stefan and Lady Lorelai of House Amielle." The two looked on, haughtily, in silence, waiting for Alistair to introduce himself properly - and with respect.
