Snippet #2450048

The last of the group, a woman with white wings, a man in darker colours and a final figure who was clearly a warrior of some kind disembarked. It was not long after that they were beckoned to enter to meet the Count.

Enuren’s face gave away nothing of her thoughts as she turned and followed the man inside. The building, the walls and decadence of the things around her made Enuren feel slightly trapped. She was used to feeling the wind in her hair and open space.

The Count, the man they were there to see looked over at him. He seemed pleased and it did not take long to work out that he knew at least one of the group on a personal level. Her eyes shifted to the others, comforted that at least she was in the same situation as they were.

Enuren merely blinked as he stated they could be frank. It had not occurred to her to say anything as of yet and when she did she had not thought to be guarded. Clearly something is amiss... Not for the first time she wondered why she had been summoned.

The Ariji moved foward to the large desk as the others did. She listened as the Count thank them and stated that they were there to help his people. Her eyes moved over him as she carefully observed him. He seems tired. Far more so than he should for a man of his age...

Enuren’s attention turned to Dravon and here too she took time to look him over. Captain. He returned the pipe he held to his mouth and Enuren turned her attention to the next speaker.

She had noted the blue robes earlier but now added a name to his description. Elruin and from a noble house. In truth Enuren cared little for nobility. The Ariji had little use for nobles and lords and thus no one carried titles.

Her voice as she spoke was calm and even. “I am Enuren. I come from the mountaintops of Vola’kun.”

It was a simple, concise with a basic polite formality sort of introduction. It satisfied her as there was no other pretense or information to give. She was as they saw her and nothing more.