Moire, Amisi, and Tiffany all looked up from what they were doing and smiled graciously at their new lord. Moire's smile seemed forced and rather unhappy but what else was to be expected of the girl who had come from the large trade city, their city was a little different from most of the country in the fact that there women were treated equal to men and were considered just as capable of great feats of strength and battle. She stood and gave the lord a rather unrefined curtsy before sitting back down. The entire time she kept silent, not willing to risk the wrath of the lord on her city.<br/><br/>Amisi seemed welcoming and when she stood she approached the lord slowly. She took to one knee and bowed her head so that she may please him Amisi was from the scholars city which was a very short distance from the lords palace. She stood slowly and kept her eyes to the ground. "Welcome m'lord, I have been very anxious to meet you sir." her voice was smooth as silk, and richly accented with gentle, flowing words that seemed to caress the listener. "Please, I hope that I am a suitable tribute sir."<br/><br/><br/>Tiffany didn't move, barely stirred as she stared at the lord with beautiful eyes. She seemed shy, almost afraid to approach the new lord as boldly as Amisi had. She inclined her head as a sign that she acknowledged the difference in their roles and turned back to the son. He was very handsome but he made quite the intimidating sight. She prayed he didn't take offense to her lack of speech but she wasn't sure she would be capable of uttering anything intelligible. She had been hoping for someone who would be merciful and kind, but at first glace the man who had entered seem anything but merciful or kind. He seemed like he would be rough and brutish.