<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/132/a/5/Enano_Noble_by_axelAmnon.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr laughed with Emily's accurate assessment of his dancing.  "I'm sorry Emily," he said, using her first name in a very familiar way.  "But my prowess with physical skills lay in other areas then the ball room."<br/><br/>He leaned in and whispered the next part, "As you well know, they extend more to the bedroom.  Or, as the case may be, the floor of a comfortable parlor."  He grinned broadly then tried to spin her, executing it barely, but quite inexpertly.  He heard a soft titter among the music and felt that somewhere, more experienced gentry might be laughing at his lack of skill on the dance floor.  He felt something that he hadn't felt in a while, shame.  It was an uncomfortable crawling feeling.  A heat that crept upwards from his back, ran up his neck into his hair, and crawled across his face.  Not only was he dancing poorly, but he was likely making an ass out of himself and Emily as he did so.<br/><br/>He sighed, and decided that he would finish this dance, then quit the dance floor.  It was unlike him to quit a task due to shame, but the sheer amount of people around had him feeling like a child again.  It was... unpleasant.<br/><br/>He caught Tera looking his way and mentally calculated the amount of gaurds in the ballroom.  He highly doubted there would be actual trouble, and really wanted Tera more to protect Emily on the ride home.  Still he wouldn't say that the idea of her not keeping a watchful eye open wasn't putting him at ease.  Yet, she was a mercenary.  She'd recently agreed to take over as the head of his house's security, which was doubtlessly a change of pace for her.  Didn't he owe her one?   The chance to make inroads with a rich nobleman would only assist her with her career.  Plus he had to admit, it wouldn't hurt to extend his own influence in a new direction, no matter how tenuous it was.  He smiled and nodded at Tera, hoping she'd feel free to entertain the older man<br/><br/>Since Tehr knew that the elven woman wouldn't be watching his back, he decided it best to steer Emily off the dance floor.  Luckily he spotted the dwarven nobleman, Tren ir'Forgefist, sitting on a bench.  It was always hard for Tehr to determine the ages of any non human, but he guessed that the dwarven man was in middle aged for one of his race.  His wife was not present at the moment and no one appeared to be speaking to him at the moment.  A perfect opportunity to introduce himself.  He knew the Forgefist clans were further north in Britannia, but held several productive mines.  If Dale hadn't made inroads with the dwarf yet, he probably would soon.  Hopefully Tehr could cut the larger house off first, and possibly permanently knowing the church's propensity for discriminating against non humans.<br/><br/>Steering Emily d'Ravos in front of him, he kept one eye out for ir'Forgefist's wife, thinking she'd probably be returning shortly.  "Greetings master ir'Forgefist," Tehr said bowing deeply, "My name is Master Tehr ir'Wynt.  This lovely woman is my good friend, Emily d'Ravos.  I saw you alone at the moment and thought I would come introduce myself."<br/><br/>Tehr decided he would steer the conversation to a neutral topic at first, that of the upcoming mining that would be taking place on his land.  It would be safe and possibly ir'Forgefist might drop a clue as to his allegiances.