Mezolene had been uncharacteristically quiet upon the arrival of Aruolahs. She was equally measured when brought to the banquet table, taking a small portion, and simply pushing it around the plate politely. No living thing had set foot in these halls in so long that even the dead had grown mute and faded with the eons. But here was this creature, still keeping house after all these centuries. While Mezolene was cavalier in her pursuit of new experiences, she was not without a sense of self preservation. This fortress was the kind of new experience she could do well without. The eerie silence on the other side of the veil was making her ill at ease.<br/><br/>Many of her concerns were validated at the mention of Aluorahs ancestry. She was all kind smiles and pert tits, but then Mezolene wasn't one to trust either. She'd abused both in the past to get her way, "Sacred you say? Well, then I suspect you will be quite upset when Monsieur Faskens ransacks this fortress for archaeological treasures, won't you? Please don't answer that. It is unlikely I would be willing to answer any of your questions in return, and that would just be... rude on my part."<br/><br/>"But then it's entirely possible that I may very well decide to be rude. I would go so far as to say it's downright likely. You see, oh... Pardon me, I haven't introduced myself, Mademoiselle Aruolahs. I am Mezolene Myndar, a scarlet companion. As you may guess, scarlet companions are notoriously easy to get along with, and by obligations of the vocation, it is rare that I would condemn anyone based upon the circumstances of their birth. However..." There was a soft click of a latch, as she ran her thumb across the lock on her valise case. She made no move to open it, simply holding firm to the grip as she smiled thinly at their hostess, "The Djela are a rare exception. So I should warn you most candidly, that I feel it is entirely likely that I am going to become extremely discourteous, in a very short time. I do thank you for your hospitality though... in advance, while we're still fast friends."<br/><br/>It was all well and good to go on this little side trip when the Djela were all dead, and relegated to dark stories and the underside of children's beds. But here was half of one, breathing and serving them wine. "I am of the opinion we should not take any more of your time or hospitality, Mademoiselle."