Joseph
Zane moved to place himself beneath her legs, and she shifted, letting her shoulder prop on the man's shoulder as he spoke. Her eyes couldn't help but hit the ceiling at the idea of Zane taking Eric out drinking. "You're young, Eric. Take advantage of it before you find yourself weighted down more than you are." She told him, letting her hand prop against her cheek. 

"But word of advice, if you _do_ let Harmattan take you out to the taverns, for every three drinks he has, I'd only drink one. This one has a tolerance I don't think you've built up yet." She smirked, and pushed her fingers of her free hand through Zane's hair before stretching her legs over his lap, curling her toes lazily before relaxing into the newfound position.
Edward
Let's let little Dayveth have a post.

And I need to get something to eat I'm so hungry
Irene
Dayveth maneuvered the crowded streets of Zahrada's markets. Vendors loudly promoted their wares and shamelessly entrapped any unknowing or careless shoppers as they moved between stalls. Being in the markets was a refreshing breath of air since he had been in the castle grounds. He certainly enjoyed and appreciated his time in the castle, but it came with a bit of culture shock and Dayveth was unused to being proper with nobles. He missed his old friend. 

"Master Coren, please slow down." Dayveth checked himself and glanced over his shoulder to find Mara struggling against the crowd. Dayveth felt slightly ashamed for leaving his chaperone behind. They both carried several new wares, their shopping almost done. "My apologies, Mara." 

Dayveth bought a pair of spectacles and nodded to the middle aged nurse. "That's all for now, let us return." The pair headed back to the castle, engaging each other in mild chit chat. They were screened by the gate guards and Mara helped Dayveth deliver his new goods to his room before they said their goodbyes. "What a wholesome woman," Dayveth thought to himself before choosing a certain old tome and setting out to a parlor to read. Sadly, work had to begin. 

By good chance, the new physician had stumbled upon the same parlor as his queen and her companions currently occupied. "Oh," He said in slight surprise. "Good evening, Your Majesty, Sirs." Dayveth bowed slightly, raising automatically. The second title he said to the men he was unfamiliar with. "I trust you traveled well?" Dayveth asked the woman, turning to her once more.
Joseph
Anyanka looked up to see Dayveth in the doorway, and she gave him a small smile as he asked if she traveled well. "Well enough." She answered with a shrug of her shoulder. "The day was long for all of us, you're welcome to join us for the evening." She offered, motioning to the tray of glasses on the table and the bottles around it. 


"Eric, Zane, meet Doctor Coren. He's a recent hire to the physician's position, I trust you'll see him for anything you might need." She smirked, and elbowed Zane in the chest. "Even that one thing you're so ashamed of."
Edward
Eric turned his gaze to the doctor as he entered the room, gave a nod and then recognized him. He wasn't sure how to answer any of the comments about his lack of 'fun'. Eric shrugged, thinking about their points. Turnning his full attention to the doctor. "You got the position, good." Eric stated nodding. He rose from his seat and drained the glass of the last of his wine. "I will return momentarily, I need to change out of these damp clothes and..." He scratched the hair on his face. "Shave." Eric sat the glass down on the table with the wine, bowed his head and stepped out for a moment. He needed a moment and these clothes were starting to make him overheat. He gathered his cloak and adjusted his belt to fit properly.
Irene
"Of course, sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Dayveth set the tome and spectacles down on the table and picked up a glass, filling it with the wine. In the back of his mind Dayveth felt a slight alarm being given. After a decade of peasant swill, he quite liked the royal vintages, and a habit was forming. "I'll be fine," He mused to himself. 

"I imagine those two will be the sources for those I work upon?" Dayveth was still getting used to being called a doctor, since he wasn't really one. He certainly hoped everything would turn out fine, it probably would.
Joseph
Anyanka laughed, and nodded. "Most likely, though, from the report Eric just brought back, you won't have to worry about any training injuries for at least a few months. We need a good thaw before the next round of training can begin." She mused, and watched as he filled his own drink. She lifted her feet from Zane's lap, and placed her bare toes upon the rug, leaning forward to refill her own glass. 

"Stafford does pretty well at not getting himself hurt, and Zane here also does a pretty decent job of staying out of the worst of it. He's my man in the shadows, and I'd hate to see him out in the light of day amongst the other knights." She glanced over her shoulder at Zane, and gave the man a soft smile before patting his arm. She leaned over, murmured something in his ear, and the man nodded before disappearing for a moment. He left, taking the empty bottles with him, and Anya leaned back onto the now empty couch, pulling her feet up beside her once more. 

"How was your trip to the markets?"
Edward
Ill be back in a moment*
Irene
"It was fine. Had an enjoyable time out among your subjects. That Mara is dutiful, mind you. Gave me a nasty look anytime I so much as thought about picking up anything that strayed from medical in its purpose." He took a rather large sip from the glass. 

"As for the injuries to come, I had some questions." The mage in disguise thought for a moment as he chose his words. "How I go about healing them, are you in support of traditional ways or the... Unfamiliar methods." As Dayveth took another sip, his brows rose in the direction of the queen from over the rim of his glass.
Joseph
It was a question she was glad the others had left the room for. "For the sake of your reputation outside of these walls, you'd do best to keep your practices under the appearance of traditional medicine." She mused, letting her fingers smooth other the fabric of her gown that laid over her thigh. 
"Magic isn't a banned art in Astoria, but it's use isn't common, and while I hope to welcome mages of all sorts within the community, I know better than to pick all my battles at once." 

The redhead inhaled deeply though her nose, her chest expanding with the motion as she let her gaze return to him, looking over his form. "Your secrets stay with me, Dayveth, as I trust anything you learn within this court stays within these walls. I'm not beyond putting a man in an early grave for betrayals. And I'd really hate to see you in any position but prosperous."
Irene
Dayveth played with the glass while she talked, swinging it gently in his hand, watching the liquid swill about inside. He finally moved to sit on the couch, though not terribly close to her. Dayveth spoke as she took her deep breath. "I imagined so. If only things were different."

As she continued, he smirked. Dayveth suspected what was coming almost from the second she had started. It was to be expected, he figured, as it had barely been a full day since his appointment, but it still amused him. "Of course, Your Majesty. I wish nothing but the best for your kingdom and it's protectors, not to mention their superior. I do find it amusing how the majority of our talks pass by the threat of my demise, however, as much as you would hate to see it."
Joseph
"Isn't it only fitting to threaten a man until you know he's going to be faithful?" She retorted, her voice something of a purr of amusement. He knew it was coming, and she couldn't help but say it almost because it had been mentioned so many times already. 

"Eventually, you'll worry when I _stop_ reminding you that we're not beyond punishments. Then you'll grow bored and start causing trouble. I can feel it in my bones, Dayveth. You're going to be a wildcard in the court." She laughed, and lifted her glass. She'd already had one too many, and her cheeks were warm and flushed from the wine. Stress had done nothing to keep her from wanting to drink, and with Zane's return alongside Eric's she was playing it off as a celebration and not worry.
Irene
Dayveth chuckled and laid a hand over his chest. "You wound me, Your Highness. I'm not sure I would ever take interest in courtlife. Politics is such a... Murky business. I'm afraid I'd prefer to stay out of it." The Queen was not, of course, the only one drinking. He lifted his own glass before emptying the remnants and refilling it. He enjoyed the company of one so educated and different than those he had associated with on the road. Even her support of his talents was a refreshing element. 

"Returning the the topic of the unfamiliar methods, Your Highness, I find myself wanting to question how much experience you have with those who share my talents." He sipped from his glass once more, cocking an eyebrow and slight smirk at the royalty.
Edward
Eric walked back to his room, and it was as he had left it. Nice and tidy, the bed was made tight and everything was organized and cleaned. Eric hadn't allowed any service staff to clean his room, not liking the idea of anyone going through his stuff while he was gone. The room was colder, as no fire was lit, a welcomed change to the environment. He went to the small mirror and took out a razor, then wetted down his facial hair and began to carefully shave. He had practice with shaving his face, he was used to doing it every single morning. Eric wasn't a fan of how it looked or felt, but he couldn't do a lot about it when out in the field or in a rush. 

Once freshly shaved, Eric disrobed and hung his clothes up to dry in the cold air, he would send them to wash later. Not expecting to go outside again he changed into his nicer dark green doublet with gold trimming and light brown. Finishing the final touches with his sword belt, never being caught without it ever since landing in Feyshore. He flattened his clothes, sighed and left his room and started back to the parlor, opening the door he stepped into the parlor again, looking significantly more cleaned up and better dressed.
Miguel
Zane was returning to the parlor, a new bottle of wine in his hands, when he was stopped by Angelica. "Zane, where are you going with that?" She questioned, cocking a brow.

"How do you always find me?" Zane questioned, cocking his own brow. "It's like you have a magic that finds me immediately."

"We work for Anyanka, live in the same manor, and are subjected to paperwork together. It's not that hard too find you after a while." Angelica told him, hand coming to rest on her hip. "Now, why are you taking a bottle of wine. Away from your office of all places."

"We're enjoying drinks in the parlor," Zane smirked at her, "You're more then welcome to join us."

She shook her head, and began to walk away. Zane began to walk too, but remembered the conversation from earlier, "Sir Stafford offered his help in finding resources."

"I'll be fine, tell him it's appreciated though, now go enjoy your wine."

Humming, he walked to the parlor. It took a few moments, but he made it too the entrance. Walking inside, he held up the new bottle of wine towards Anyanka and the Doctor, who moved to sit next to her on the couch.

"I've brought more." He announced, setting it on the table.