She is left alone for some time yet, until after a quick sharp tap on the door, Ingram enters.<br/>He stopped a few paces inside the door, tall and resplendant in his own dark red surcoat and hose, an ornate sword strapped to his hip, more for ceremonial reasons than protection by the looks of it.<br/><br/>His ice blue eyes danced over her as a smile curled his lips.<br/>"My my......we really have scrubbed up well....very nice indeed."<br/><br/>Ingram gave her a short bow, not as fluid as one would have expected, almost stiffly as though he were in pain.<br/>"No wonder Borghast has decided to take you as his wife...."<br/>