Noticing Michael sneaking by, Narya slowly turned to watch him for a moment, her eyes glistening with interest as she quietly observed every little thing about him. Muttering a hello to him as he passed, she smiled then almost shyly looked back to the reception desk waiting for her name to be found. Her finger slowly trailed across the desktop as she let out a small sigh, figuring the one behind the desk to be off his rocker on drugs or alcohol. At least she only had to be there until her father felt it safe for her to return home, or so she thought. It certainly wasn't easy being the daughter of Lord Lucas. There was always someone against him as he was the most hated man of their domain, however he was also untouchable. His daughter was the only key to his weakness, one he would never give away. But despite the world not really knowing who she was or where she had come from, he refused to take the risk and so, sent her to this place. Thinking to herself, she stood in a provocative manner continuing to watch the going ons around her.