<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e7K4KcN.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aidon Eus Thorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15725041#msg15725041)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> William Westmancott Ultimate Bespoke Suit (https://i.imgur.com/2LB4nF6.png) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> December 1<sup>st</sup> | Nearing 12pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Tartarus Main Lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow White Waldeck, Jafar | Closed </span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Mr. Jafar." Aidon acknowledged curtly and politely as he spoke giving a very small nod of his head as his hawkish gaze settled in upon him. Adding only briefly before he took his leave, "Ensure you get with my Resort Manager William, he'll see to it that when my hands are free that we can talk business." Turning his head and eyes once more upon the lovely young woman, he would gently urge her with him now towards his private elevator while Jafar seemed to perhaps have business elsewhere slipping into another. An intensely private man, Aidon did nothing to disclose or reveal any sort of further connection between Jafar and himself but instead focused on that of his guest and what had awaited them.<br/><br/>That wasn't to say that the brief appearance of Jafar didn't send his mind into a brief contemplative spiral, wondering why he hadn't been notified of his arrival or what sort of business that he meant to talk about. Jarfar being here on the exact day that he returned back to the city was definitely not a coincidence. But, he always was slippery and secretive so Aidon would just have to wait and see later exactly what it was.<br/><br/>"So Ms. Waldeck, you must have been very close to arrive as quickly as you did to aid Mrs. Myles. You live or work around here?" his question offhanded and easy but information about this singularly unique and seemingly pure winter rose struck him as a must. Even now, he was pleased that he had already tasked Charon with learning all that he could about her. He didn't however press at the moment her own familiarity with the figure that had come and gone like a dark cloud looming, as that would potentially press into his own relationship with.<br/><br/>Inside of his own private elevator though, one of the security staff did wait for their arrival, standing off to the side and harder to see as that trained gaze was leveled and swept over the main lobby like a stalwart sentinel. The style of his suit however, was purposefully more in line with Aidon's than anything else. There were multiple layers of security that kept watch over Aidon's holdings after all, from his more personal protection detail of which this man was, and Charon led to that of the standard badged employee that while still immaculately dressed, the mere sight of announced their role.<br/><br/>Crossing that thresh-hold the private security would say, "Ma'am, Mr. Thorne." before just pressing one of the buttons near the top and letting those doors close as the elevator zipped upwards toward the Resort's Restaurant, "The Morning Fields" It was well known and well panned, notable guests that stayed often proclaimed how the staff cooked their meal to perfection and just how the liked it, all part of that ever present lure to help keep those patrons coming back. Like many things when it came to Aidon’s business, there was far more going on behind the scenes than many would have suspected or even been able to easily see even when it came to something as simple as the meals that were served, and how they achieved that cooked just to their guests tastes.<br/>