The so-called dark elves were not as dark as the myths and stories parents told their children might have had others believe. Were it not for the air about him, the heavy weight she sensed, Faira was sure that the man in the shadows of this place would have fit in just as well at her court. He possessed an elegance that made it clear he was of high birth, and if she had to guess, she would assume he was one of the dark elves that gave themselves over to a demon in adulthood, not one that was born with the mark of darkness. She did not recognize him, or at least, she did not know the man he had been before giving in. But then, Faira was young for the position she held.<br/><br/>"I would greet you as well, but I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage, my lord." She moved to curtesy, showing respect for whatever position he might have once held within the courts of Aesthan.<br/><br/>Faira straightened. She held her delicate beauty with poise and precision, and though there was some fear pulling at the back of her mind, she did not want to let it show. She was not sure if he was her enemy, but she did not know if he was a friend either.<br/><br/>"You seem to be a spectre among your own people, and though I knew the mark upon your letter, the house you hailed from, I do not know why you would risk your station to help me..." She said, laying her cards on the table. It was possible this was all a trap, a way for him to lure her into the open, when she was already vulnerable and seeking allies.