<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn-th.tunwalai.net/files/member/1976171/990882190-member.jpg)</div><br/>There was a knock a half second before his door opened which still had his sword out faster than the eye could follow.  His diplomatic advisor Peldor (https://image.dek-d.com/27/0572/3014/123540693) came in and blinked for a second as he came to a complete halt. "My lord Argon of.." "Please, stop. Just Argon while we are alone. I don't need the litany of my titles...sorry...you were saying?"<br/><br/>Peldor nods. "I was saying that attending the dinner would be a good way to break the proverbial ice that infests this holding. Get to know the other players in this game and make a good impression." Argon shrugs and sheathes his sword without a sound. "Very well." he says and turns to start out the door. "Uhm..my lord.." Peldor starts. "I would also suggest trying to put our best foot forward. A fresh change of clothes and perhaps a bath to cleanse the dust from our long travels." Argon snorts. They all just wanted to teleport in and make an entrance and this passive aggressive speech was the way they were going to remind him of it. Argon was annoyed he needed an entourage to begin with but diplomacy was a different kind of war and men like Peldor were its back-seat generals. "Are you saying that I stink?" he asks bluntly.<br/><br/>Watching the lordly fop of a courtier blinks and almost looks like he's going to back up through the door. "No your Grace..I was just suggesting the common protocol to such an affair." he says managing to become even more pale. "Of course, Peldor. I'll only be a few moments." "Few moments?" Argon sighs. "Yes, to bathe and get dressed." Peldor licks his lips. "I was thinking that I could handle both those things."<br/><br/>"Peldor...I know its uncommon amongst our people but I'm very limited in my proclivities and only like females. I can bathe myself." Peldor's mouth open and closes a few times then he just gestures towards a spot in this spartan room he took and summons an ornate clawfoot tub made of silver and crystals. Inside is scented water that is steaming with heat. "Ok...get rid of the scents.." "You need at least one...how about lavender." "Fine." Argon states stripping out of his armour and stepping into the tub. As a warrior, he is not accustomed to soaking until his skin pruned or any such frivolity. He made sure he was clean and then stepped out and dried. Peldor had summoned clothing.<br/><br/>Argon nearly grows as the courtier waves again and the clothes swirl around him with a sudden piercing for an earing making his eye twitch. Peldor gestures towards the seat with skulls on its armrests. “Take a seat while I get ready.” he says.<br/><br/>“Oh for the love of the stars and moons..” Argon says as he sits down and tries not to be bored out of his mind. He can handle twenty minutes of Peldor sitting still in a tub and mediating before he Argon stand and removes the black feather cape to replace it with black cloth with his family crest on it and he strides out to go to the dinner hall.<br/><br/>He lets his nose lead him ignoring all of Peldor’s surprise at not waiting for his council. He walks into the hall where everyone seems to be waiting to be called in. He looks at those assembled. Seeing Josephine and Lilith he approaches them. “Hello. I’m Argon.” He says with an easy smile. He nods to Aleric.