Rhonda
Silas Asgarov
The Front Entrance of the Maith Mansion

The entrance to the Maith Mansion was a series of grand arches, carved from a softer, cream colored stone, as opposed to the rough red bloodstone that made up the rest of the castle. The facade was ornately detailed, covered in vines both real and carved. Palms and great hedges were underneath them, stretching up to meet and cover the great pillars that made up the supports of the terrace. Many men, women and children that lived in the castle had come out to see them enter. Ladies in waiting tittered as they spied the wealthy Terresolian lord, the name of his noble son on their lips. Castle children of all colors ran in between the pillars, and a few off duty guards were playing Ibbish Sliding Knights on a carved wooden tea table. Although it the path to the castle had taken them through a series of great red gates, from their vantage point on the hill they could see the all of buildings within the great walls of Tonate Proper. The city was alight with festival, the great foremasts of the Maith Navy stood sentinel in the Hangman's Harbor, the Mizzer Market was abuzz with activity, and to the west, the turquoise waters of the Bay of Pearls shimmered under the white hot sun as brightly as if the waters had been made of their namesake.

When Silas Asgarov stepped from under the grandest of the arches to receive them, he did so under the shade of a red paper parasol. Instead of removing his hands from the insides of his sleeves, he bowed to greet them. 

"Lord de Lysse." Silas took a deep bow. "I'm sorry to hear that you can into some trouble at the House of Justice. I assure you it will not happen again. We are pleased to have you in our," He flashed him a coy glance, "_humblest_ of homes."

He moved on to receive Fleur, "And I suppose that _you_ would be Lady Fleur de Lysse. You are as pretty as your namesake. I'm sure you'll fit right in here. Please do send your handmaidens to me. We will find them anything they lack in their time here."

When Silas got to Calypso Kolgrim, he paused, looked her up, then down, and considered her softly. "I'm... Sorry." He sucked in his painted lips as he looked her over. "And who might you be?"
John
Puck
Maith grounds

And jogging in the background, Puck entered the grounds, seeing the Seneschal. And then the several people that seemed fancy. He slowed down, narrowing his eyes a little, before deciding that maybe he shouldn't greet noble strangers whilst holding a bucket of writhing leeches and a snake wrapped around his neck.

After escaping that woman back there, Puck was already paranoid and uncomfortable. He's rather not deal with that yet.

He ran past, to go get changed and drop off leeches.
Tom
Calypso Kolgrim
The Front Entrance of the Maith Mansion

Finally, after such a long wait and turmoil, the group of northerners was allowed inside of the castle. If it wasn't for the incapacity of Lord De Lysse of just lower his head to save everyone time, they would have been admitted far earlier. 
But enough of that. Calypso made sure to keep her head high and back straight as they entered past the great archers, the red skirt of her dress waving with each step. Her eyes unable to look away from the grandiosity of the structure, but soon enough a crowd of people welcomed them and she went back looking straight ahead. Fortunately, none of the glances that were thrown their way seemed to held any dislike towards them, despite the terrible name Calypso was sure that the head of the house had procured them.

A man stood in front of them, parting from the crowd. Calypso couldn't place his age, he could have been 20 like 40, and she couldn't understand if she finds it endearing or alienating.
But surely she didn't expect him to speak directly to the her. Something in the way he scanned her figure made her feel the need to step away and cover herself, but she didn't move, holding her stance as she reciprocate his stare with her dark eyes, allowing a small smile on to slip on her lips before taking her skirt in both her hands and bow elegantly "Lady Calypso Kolgrim, my lord. I'm her Grace Lady Fleur's Lady-In-Waiting." She spoke kindly, but hoped that Lord De Lysse would hear her, and remember to not call her a maid again. "It is a pleasure to meet you."