The woman turned her hand as Diane asked, the coins clattering onto the table, scattering over a small area. Golds, silvers, coppers, emblem and face, unmarked or gouged. Her empty hand gestured for the woman to enter her room. "Close the door, lady, the chill enters."<br/><br/>Enter or not, her hand would turn back down toward the scattered coins, her eyes studying them carefully. She did not touch them, just letting her hand hover a few inches over the coins. After a moment, one of the tubes was opened up, an old vellum scroll slid out, unrolling, the elderly woman reading it slowly, her lips moving the whole time.<br/><br/>"A man on a forked road, the silver egg..." she mumbled slowly, looking back up towards the princess. "The farmer cracks open the silver egg, looking for the jewels inside, only to find a golden yolk."<br/><br/><br/><br/>The Lord did not jump as the voice called out to him. He turned slowly. Dressed in a light robe of Danbari Textiles, white, with a dark blue sash around his waist which held his jeweled ceremonial dagger. Soft sandles did not make a single sound as he turned to face the Loidite prince. Traditional, simple garb at the surface, but it was well made. Golden embroidery decorated the simple outfit, the mark of Martinez's clan upon his breast, patterns around the cuffs, made of excellent cloth hand weaved by a true artisan.<br/><br/>The lord nodded slowly toward the Loidite prince, walking slowly back down the halll, away from the chambers of his other servant, and back towards the meeting hall. Head up, shoulders back, his hands were clasped behind his back, still clutching that worn book.