<div align="center"><strong>Sanguine LeChance</strong></div><br/>San stood firm as he heard the sounds of countless hands grasping at the hilts of weapons, until he heard Eyes’ “Demanding” bark, ringing loud and echoing in the room from close by. San released his sword and rushed over to grab Eyes’ harness. When Lorenso demanded that San “Control his Dog”, San shot the man his best impersonation of a stern glare, a task much more difficult without the aid of sight. As the man reached down to pet her, San managed to pull Eyes away before she bit him, her jaws clicking loudly on air. Then, furthering his humiliation, the floral scented Queen chastised him and threatened to send him into the hall like a misbehaving child. San bowed, just as he had before, until his forehead touched the ground in the direction of Lyssa’s melodic voice.<br/><br/>“My deepest and sincerest apologies Your Grace. My reflexes are misbehaving as badly as my Sight-Hound it seems.” San muttered apologetically after rising. “I beg your forgiveness, as well as that of your noble guests. Please don’t resent me for merely being cautious.”<br/><br/>San’s attention turned to the girl seated next to Lorenso the Love Struck Swordsman, she was with the Nydewians but smelled differently than the rest. Unlike her contemporaries, this young woman smelled of old books, paper. A rich scent that had as much depth and character as San assumed the lady herself possessed. San had always been fascinated by books, even though he couldn’t read, intrigued by the notion of gaining knowledge passively.<br/><br/>When Lorenso cautioned the girl against feeding Eyes cooked chicken bones, San weighed in.<br/><br/>“He’s right, you know? Over the years,<em>she</em>has learned to eat cooked food, but small bones still get caught in her throat. She’s quite partial to baked goods, if she can calm herself enough to earn a treat.” San said softly, still keeping Eyes away from the edge of the other table. “Please, forgive the intrusion.”<br/><br/>Eyes whined repentantly as well.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Archibald Aserit</strong></div><br/>“So much for good faith.” Archi grumbled, returning to his seat and pouring himself more brandy. “What then, is the meaning of their presence, Queen Lyssa? If they are not here for an ambush, why then have you brought them here? Surely you didn‘t expect them to be well received by us.”<br/><br/>Archi was quite displeased with the outlook of the evening at this point. It didn’t help his disposition that Henrik’s blind friend seemed to already be trying to butter up the queen and make friends with the Nydewians. It seemed that Loyalty was not something that could be bought, no surprise to the King.<br/><br/>“Where is your daughter?” Archi asked pointedly, leaning over to his wife, referring to Lenally as “her” daughter as he often did when she misbehaved.