"Good evening, Milord," she said smartly, giving a friendly smile. He couldn't place her accent, which was not unusual, but she didn't sound Gethrenian at any rate. She was brown-feathered, tan-hided, and her violet eyes peered into his. She was dressed in a form-hugging white gown, with a white veil that hung over her wing and draped over her flank and tail.