<div align="center"><strong>Viviana</strong></div><br/>Viviana quirked a brow in David's direction, but sheathed the scimitar all the same. She looked over at Tiagar and caught sight of Phaerbryn. She squelched the urge to wrinkle her nose at the woman's poor etiquette. She nodded her thanks to Tiagar but that only made her realize what an act she had put on. She was doing it again, wasn't she? Getting far too excited about ridiculous notions as her dad put it. She slumped back into her seat, very unladylike. She could just hear her mother now. "When will she ever grow up, Baldric? She'll never find a suitable Zenythrian man acting this way, with such fantastical dreams."<br/><br/>She perked up as Seth began discussing more about is father. Hearing the finality in Seth's tone, she realized this particular discussion of Drizz't Do'Urden had come to an end. She smiled softly at the handsome elf, trying to shake the odd urge to blush, and placed her used utensils on her plate before standing.<br/><br/>"If everyone is finished, please do me the honor of following me to your living quarters while you stay with us," her tone was formal but full of the warmth she managed to put into everything.<br/><br/>As they walked, they noticed guards patrolling every inch of the castle, winding staircases, and torches in sconces littered about the walls. Finally, they arrived to the third floor.<br/><br/>"This is my room," Viviana said, walking up and placing her hand upon a very large, ornate adamantine door. Two guards stood on either side and gave a bow as the Princess neared. One was a Zenythri and the other was a faerie with large black and red wings that he kept tucked behind his back. They stood tall at attention, spears with large bladed tips were kept at their sides.<br/><br/>"If you need anything," she continued, "or just wish to talk, please don't hesitate to come and find me." She looked pointedly at the guards and they nodded their understanding. If they ever saw these individuals again, they were not to hesitate in announcing their presence.<br/><br/>She continued further down the hall. They arrived to a row of rooms on either side. They each had very large, heavy, ornate wooden doors and were decorated to befit royalty. There were three open doors on the right and left. The two of the three on the right contained the personal effects of Seth and David, and one on the left contained Phaerbryn's cases. Viviana turned to Tiagar and Phaerbryn.<br/><br/>"These two apartments are your own personal rooms while staying here," she motioned to the first two open doors on the left. "That third one down there will be for Sir Flanagin, once he has eaten and returns to his quarters." She turned to face the Do'Urdens. "And these apartments," she motioned to the three open doors on the right, "are for you."<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Phaerbryn</strong></div><br/>Bryn was almost through shoveling her second plate into her mouth when she felt Tiagar's eyes upon her. She stopped and looked over at him, almost blushing. Wait, what? Blushing? She didn't blush! Bryn couldn't remember a time in her life when she was ever embarrassed about anything. Embarrassment was a weakness. And she didn't have any weaknesses.<br/><br/>As Tiagar talked, she looked over at the silly purple skinned girl flitting about. She almost choked on her food as she snorted back laughter at Tiagar's dancing comment. She didn't think he meant it to be snide but it sounded exactly like something she would have said.<br/><br/>The Princess finished and looked over at her. Bryn gave her a "What are you looking at?" glare before wiping her face.<br/><br/>She rose with the rest of them and followed Viviana to their floor. She felt a bit safer with so many guards meandering about. Not that she couldn't take care of herself, mind you. She took in the fully armored guards outside of Viviana's room. How did the faerie's wings fit into that suit?<br/><br/>Bryn couldn't help but peak into her room. She counted all the cases to make sure they were there. They were. All ten of them. That's when she noticed the bed they were stacked in front of. The bed was huge and looked like it would be the most comfortable bed she'd ever laid her head upon. She was never one for frilly girl things but the draping canopy about the bed seemed almost dreamy. Eying all the expensive decorations and paintings led her eyes to the bathroom area. There was a shower and tub combination but it didn't look as if the water came from anywhere. Did this place not have plumbing? This was something she hadn't considered. But she'd managed in the deserts of Iraq, she could manage here.