Naiobe raises both eyebrows. She does not recognize the voice, and wasn't really expecting any visitors. Still, perhaps her father had decided to use a messenger of some sort. Or one of her brothers, or any of the number of other people more important than Naiobe in the castle. That thought has no bitterness attached to it, really; being not-so-important means she can pursue her own agendae.<br/><br/>Opening the door, Naiobe levels a somewhat cool look at whomever happens to be on the other side of the door. Or, at least, she's ready to. Who dares disturb her? "Come in, then."