"By the very nature of your gender and carriage you are a lady. No title need be present," He assured, giving the woman his most sincere smile. "However, if you see chivalry as such a crime, I shall respect your opinion. You may call me Daemion," He offered, as he headed in the opposite direction as Rain, towards a different inn. The Fireside, they knew him there. Oh how well they knew him. He did all his business with his Cersian contacts there. A private parlor with no fear of gossip reaching Rain was exactly what he needed, and they would be only to happy to oblige him. "What am I to call you?" He asked, by way of conversation as they made their way towards a small, ivy covered brick building.<br/><br/>The place had the air of age, consequence. It appealed to him greatly. A sense of power emanated from the ancient stone, though he was far from certain someone as mundane as the human beside him would sense it the way he did. These stones had been imported from Faerie, it was the only way that they could house the enchantment that they did. The enchantment that would be only too obvious when they entered the thick black oak door. When he took this poor, hapless human into what would seem to be very much like a different world entirely. Not that it was. The question was would he have to explain that to his companion?<br/><br/>The question, were it posed would have been a reasonable one. The interior of the building not only seemed to be too big for the exterior, in reality it was. That was far from the most fantastical thing about this place though. Even the furniture that upon close inspection would be seen to be shaped from living trees and shrubs was far from the most eye catching thing in the large, room. No, what was likely to be the most obvious indicator that this wasn't your average in were the other guest present. At one table in the corner, by a window that could not be seen from the outside, was a group of tall, almost elven creatures with delicate gossamer wings folded at their back. Faeries. They were a bit of a shock even for Daemion, they rarely left Faerie, certainly not with their children. Unless they were on holiday.<br/><br/>He watched his companion's reaction carefully, from the corner of his eye of course, when what had appeared to be a plant in front of them moved in greeting, and eyes on another, to their left opened and blinked at them. Would she be able to take this place, or would it frighten her? If she couldn't handle this, then there was no way that he could use her to protect Rain in Todesfalle. Not that he wanted her to go, and he was certainly going to do his best to keep her from doing so. However, failing that, he needed to ensure that someone worthy of protecting her was present.<br/><br/>"Welcome," He murmured to his guest. "To the closest you are ever likely to come to Faerie," His eye caught the proprietor then, and he nodded to the fellow, a Faun, "Is my usual parlor available?" He called to the fellow over the din, and when he received a nod, he held out his hand to the lady. It wouldn't do well to lose her to the creatures around him. Who knew what would happen to her. "Come along. Once we're safely tucked away, I'll answer any questions you may have." Not that getting there would be hard. Would she notice, that the people in their way seemed to part for him? Would she think anything of it if she did?<br/><br/>Mellora, a young elven serving girl, was waiting for them in the room he had indicated. "Good to see you again my pretty," He greeted, with an almost loving smile. She really was his favorite, so willing, so discrete. That had nothing to do with why he was here. "However, we shan't be needing you for this meeting. Just leave the bottle please. This is a matter of some delicacy, and for her ears alone." He indicated his companion.<br/><br/>"As my lord commands," Mellora agreed with a bobbed curtsey. "If you've need of anything, just ring for me." The she was gone, and he and the human were alone. Finally. He poured them each a glass of the thick, red wine, renowned for it's sweet, delicate flavor, then sat back in his chair to await her questions.