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			"A servant can take you to your quarters, sir, but the woman will have to come with me to the women's quarters," she said. "I'm sorry, but that is how things are done here. If I can have your names, I'll know which rooms would be set aside for her."
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</blockquote><br/>The Lord turned to see, of all things, a woman being the one to greet him. The mild shock that he felt never came to his face beyond a slight focusing on his eyes upon her, squinting in to make sure it was actually a "Her" and not just an effeminate male. He recovered smoothly from it, giving the woman a deep bow at his waist, right foot forward, bending down so far that his head was nearly at his knees.<br/><br/>Her appearance was unmistakable. So alike the family that he had been briefed upon, she was surely of the royal line. He rose slowly from the bow after proper time, looking the woman in the face. "I ask that this man accompany her. Her health is fragile and he is her personal physician, well familiar with her conditions and cures," he gestured towards the sharp featured man who came out right before him.<br/><br/>With that put forth, he waited for the servants to arrive and show them to thier quarters, his men handled the baggage, taking it down from the carriage, including several large brass bound trunks, of a darkly stained hardwood. The Lord, Coachman, Doctor, and elderly lady started walking out of the stables, sauntering towards the gardens in a loose diamond formation, the Lord at the point, the Doctor to his right, hanging back slightly more to watch over the elderly woman at the rear, while the coachman was at his left, closer to his side.<br/><br/>They were there to watch the Loidites appear. And stood watching impassively as one of them took quite a shine to the princess. The Lord cleared his throat loudly towards the young man who had taken the shine upon her. He said nothing, but gave the man a hard stare. She was the princess, and the way this land was, he fully expected there to be people watching her, probably even those knights who fought and slayed wizards.<br/><br/>"First time from home, I gather," he said quietly towards the man, gesturing subtly for him to come over towards his side, rather than sit out there like a bump on a log staring at the princess. "Quite curious about this place, so different from your own. Forgetting about the basics in awe of the new and strange, quite understandable."<br/><br/>With that, new Loidite in tow or not, he would follow after the servants leading his men and his baggage to their quarters.