Azrael watched curiously as the butler busied himself with lists, checking and frowning, and the angel arched an eyebrow.  "Is that so?  I am most sorry to trouble you good sir, might I enquire if the lady is home?"<br/><br/>He turned as a figure appeared behind him, glancing up and down, noting the shape, the features of the individual, "you know of me sir, it appears I am at a disadvantage, might I in turn know your name?"<br/><br/>Azrael listened as the man spoke once more, "Xar?  It is a pleasure to meet you, seldom do I meet one of your kind, it is a rare honour" he inclined his head politely, crossing an arm over his chest.  Smiling softly at the interchange, clearly the pair were well acquainted, but he had no desire to be quite as forthright as Xar.  Azrael turned once more to the butler, and nodded his head politely, "Sir Arroworth, noble gate keeper, I was invited by the Lady herself, she gave me this gem, by which I was able to gain egress to this delightful garden, you do your job diligently, might I be permitted inside?"