Corsair stood as the guards strode into the room and turned towards Lhurriel, who had by now wandered to the fireplace mantel, where she stood staring dazedly at a portrait. He didn't make any outward movements, but the young businessman knew what she was staring at, and for a brief moment winced inwardly at forgetting to move the portrait back to his private rooms.<br/><br/>"Lhurriel, I think some of your guests are wanting to explore the factory for a bit?" He murmured quietly, knowing that the mage could hear him very well despite the lowered volume. She started, guiltily jumping away from the fireplace and swinging her eyes toward him. They stared at each other for a brief moment, his gaze piercing, hers pained, and then she swiped the expression clean off her face and smiled at William and Rowhik.<br/><br/>"You two wanted to look at the manufacturing shop in the estate, yes? I'll be taking you there. For everyone else-" Grinning as she strode past them into the hall, Lhurriel yanked at the bellpull to summon the butler. "-Camden shall show you to your rooms and endeavor to ensure your comfort for as long as you stay here."<br/><br/>From another of various doors down the hall a stately and regal middle-aged man strode, his face impassive as befit his station. "As you wish, lady-mage."<br/><br/>"And make sure to give them the rooms near mine. I believe Rina had those rooms cleaned and aired for our guests," shouted Lhurriel, beckoning to the two guards and moving towards the hall that would eventually lead them to the manufacturing shop in the house's west wing. The butler merely bowed, face quite expressionless but for an occasional twitch on the right corner of his lips, and murmured a few pleasantries to the guards before leading them on their way.<br/><br/>Corsair just managed to get Kaeden's attention before the group disappeared upstairs. "Actually, Sir Alydarr, may I please speak with you a bit about your plans after you leave? I'd like to find out how I can help, if there is a way. I'd appreciate if you would return to the library after you leave your things in your room."<br/><br/>The young lord walked back into the library, peace and quiet descending now that the ever-energetic Lhurriel had left. He gazed around the library - he hadn't been here in awhile, since he always managed his magicycle and estate business in his study. Eyes caught on the portrait Lhurriel had studied. Ambling over to the fireplace, Corsair picked it up and slid onto the chair he'd sat in previously.<br/><br/>Teasing gray eyes, transparently filled with passion and life, stared back at him. Lustrous dark hair gleamed, caressing olive-toned shoulders bare thanks to the dress Lhurriel had been coaxed into for the portrait sitting. Somehow the artist had managed to paint her laughing freely, looking nothing like the serious, subdued persona she adopted around government officials and business acquaintances. Corsair's own blue eyes, usually sharp and intense, softened fractionally at the portrait. It was a beautiful picture, rendered most accurately and amazingly. Of course, it certainly didn't belong in his library, made public to any who would visit his home... Lord Eversleigh placed the portrait face down on the coffee table, then left the room to get some work done before his talk with Sir Kaeden and dinner.