<div class="floatright">(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/417761291_c962f74d09.jpg)</div><strong>As the butler seemed to fade into</strong>a shadow behind the door, seating himself on a rather comfortable chair for the time being, Xar shook his head at Azrael.<br/>"I could not possibly allow<em>Lord</em>Azrael to become lost in the building." His empathise on the word was accompanied by a rather broad smile. A smile not reaching his eyes by far, but none the less meant. This dragon, even in humanoid form, would not dare to abandon his manners.<br/><br/>"I was feeling peckish and had planned to make a visit to the kitchen myself. Mayhaps one Drake of Below could ask an Archangel for company? One could bump into anyone along the way."<br/><br/>Not really awaiting Azrael's decision, Xar started to nonchalantly wander away, choosing the eastward going hall from the gate, his hand gesturing at one of the tapestries that adorned the wall.<br/>"Shadows tell. One might even fancy a visit to the library!" he added, mixing a very uncommon exclamation into his English.