Larry
Non-drow in Lazaroth always raised local eyebrows. Though Inyelion was a port city foreigners that docked too long were always regarded with suspicion. When an Aasimar began looking for work in her town Virzieth was one of the first to hear. Normally, her first thought would be to ignore the man, he sounded harmless enough and foreigners were simply a necessary evil, but he appeared at quite the opportune time. Virzieth had been seeking a personal guard following the announcement of her engagement. However, her fiance's words were a constant thought in her mind, no one was trustworthy and everyone could be bought. Virzieth found herself unable to accept any that stepped forward for the position. 

So what if she stepped herself forward? 

A few days prior the Countes had sent a vassal to seek out the man and invite him for a meeting. Thankfully, he agreed. 

Sitting at her desk she patiently awaited her visitor to arrive, for this strange foreigner to grace her office. He was due any moment now. Her elbow rested on her chair cradling her head in her hand, thumb idly tracing the scar across her cheek. 

Her attire for the meeting was rather casual but still carried her newfound fashion sense, her white shirt tucked into the corset at her waist left unbuttoned to nearly her sternum. Her handmaidens had been having a field day dressing her since she expressed wanting to change things. This attire clearly showed that. Whatever, if it made her less of an eyesore to The other nobility she could deal with it.
Harriet
*Andreas had started to think finding any work as guard of any sort was not going to be possible in his current life in Lazaroth. He'd moved around some while looking but had yet to find anything worthwhile. Some odd jobs had been all he'd gotten as it was not a place he easily had been welcomed into. 

He had tried working something out by saying he was a aasimar since it was known that the aasimar race was a bit more loyal than most. But still he struggled finding anything, he'd about been ready to give up when he was surprised to get a visit by a vassal to invite him to meet with a countess. At first he didn't know if he should except but than remembered he couldn't say no exactly either since he had been invited by someone of a higher status than him and he did need work. 

Now a few days later he was heading to meet Countess Izra. He didn't know much about who they were, learned some from the villagers but that was all. He would have to see what the countess wished of him in the meeting he supposed. Andreas didn't have much to dress up with so a simple white tunic, a pair of brown chausses, some leather boots, and a simple cloak to keep the wind at bay while traveling. He didn't very well dress like it was cold out as one probably should in Lazaroth but it didn't seem to both him at all. 

He had been hesitant to bring his weapons with him at first in the past some wished for no weapons to be in the room during a meeting. But he would decide to bring his sword and dagger. Both being strapped to his sides as he made his way to the meeting. He would address who he was and the reason he was at the manor before getting lead to where he was to meet the countess. He couldn't but admire the manor as it had been some years since he'd set foot in a manor quite like this. Hopefully he could prove useful to this countess but only time would tell. He held many of secrets that helped him in most positions he was placed in.*
Larry
As he approached the estate a servant would meet him at the doors and guide him through the winding halls of the manor. Staff bustled around them carrying various furnishings and decorations, some actively worked on hanging new tapestries and garlands. They would stop before a set of overbearing double doors, the wood shined from a fresh coat of finish. 

As soon as the servant's knuckles rapped on the door a voice within granted them entry. The servant would open the door and wave the man inside. 

The office was one of the first rooms she finished redecorating. It was where she had been spending the majority of her time after all. It no longer carried the typical Lazarothi decor, instead opting for leather cushions and dark wood finishes. It felt cozy. Homey even. 

Virzieth rose to her feet as the door opened rounding her way around the large desk. Now standing at her full stature one could spot the dark steel sword strapped to her hip. The only weaponry she put on full display, but anyone remotely familiar with Lazorothi customs would guess there was more hidden on her body. 

"So you're the one causing such a ruckus." Her voice was sultry but carried a gravelly undertone, earned from years of drills and barking orders. Though she leaned casually against her desk hands wrapped around the edge it was clear she was examining him, blue eyes stark against her gray skin looking at him head to toe.
Harriet
*Andreas kept up with the servant who lead him into the manor, it seemed there was some redecorating being done to the place. He never understood the need to redecorate if the place already looked fine but that was just his opinion that he kept to himself. They could have a valid reason for wanting to redecorate, maybe making it more their own place.

He would take note of the room he was entering, it seemed more cozy than other places had. Least someone liked their place to not feel so much like thr winter months all the time. So this was the countess that has called on him. Someone who seemed they knew their way around a sword at least, he didn't like ones who seemed to know nothing about protecting themselves. It always made a job more tedious because the person didn't think of danger being around them.*

"I don't know what kind of ruckus you think I been causing but your informant must have bad hearing. I don't cause a ruckus, unless I have to for a good reason." *He would look at her as he replied, he didn't like it when someone said he was causing trouble when he clearly hadn't been. All he'd been doing was simply looking for work just like anyone else. If that's ruckus than people need to be more busy.* "Why has the Countess summoned me here today? Surely you didn't just to say I'm causing a ruckus and need to stop."