The woman shrugged, head shaking as she stepped away. "Well, I warned yeh! Have a good evenin', lady, an' good luck to yeh!" She smiled again, before bustling off the way they'd came, leaving Janica opposite the doors. She pushed them inward, slowly.<br/><br/>The scene beyond was not too much of a surprise, but it wasn't exactly normal for a lordly hall. It was a tall, large room; well lit by massive windows the height of the room. There was a throne in the centre, opposite where Janica entered, but it was empty. Instead Felix - rarely one for sitting and looking important - was off to one side talking to - or rather arguing with! - his advisor about some matter or another.<br/><br/>The oddness came from the presence of several topless young women, who seemed to serve little purpose other than to stand around - arms at their backs, head upright, like a guard at attention - to look pretty. There were a few guards, too, but not nearly so many knights or warriors as a suitably rich lord as this ought to have. A further girl - also topless - was at the lords side, and the man idly fondled her rump even while talking to the other man.<br/><br/>Felix himself stood out as the lord immediately, even away from his throne, and even without judging it on the way he was playing with some young tart. He was tall, and broad; an effect amplified by the proud way he stood. He had a leather jerkin on, clearly one of these lords that liked to pretend they were still young enough to fight; but his shaggy grey hair suggested he wasn't, and he was fat as much as he was strong, though he was plenty of each. Looks aside he still had intelligent, keen eyes, and was clearly entirely with it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>