The seneschal was waiting in the outer room, by the door, visibly chafing at the wait, and winced as she came out in the nude. "No, no, sorry, there should have been a robe in there for you. Protocols demand clothing, sorry, and while you can bring your sword, your other weapons should stay here. Magic items are fine, but anything other than one blade or equivalent is frowned upon."<br/><br/>He turned to the middle aged maid that had followed him, and murmured something, before he stepped outside the room. The maid flushed at her prominent maleness, but quickly controlled herself, and headed into the main bedroom. She came out a minute later with a slightly off-white robe, which nearly matched the magical items about her, and helped her slip into it. Once she was in the light robe, which quickly melded to her still damp form almost to the point of defeating the purpose of clothing, the maid shooed her to the door, before heading in to drain and refill the tub, guessing Laulin would likely want another once she finished, if only to soak for a while. The seneschal was waiting outside, and nodded at the sight of her in a robe. "Better, should at least avoid having some of the more hide... I mean conservative councilors complaining about being nude."<br/><br/>He led the way back to the main passage, and this time turned deeper into the palace, toward the back half of the structure. Once in the back half, he took a side route, and led her to the Council Chamber, where another seneschal, this one much older and in more impressive clothing than the nice but still rather common clothing of the one with Laulin, took her from him with a sniff. "The Council has been waiting. Mayhap I should let you explain the delay, Marcus?"<br/><br/>The young man flushed and shook his head, before withdrawing away from the Council chamber doors. He nearly left but the new seneschal turned and nailed him with a glare, causing Marcus to take a seat on one of the benches. He got to the doors to the chamber, before turning to the drow, as the two royal guards glanced over her. "Do you wish a moment to prepare yourself?"<br/><br/>He didn't smirk, the upper seneschals were famous for not having emotions, but this one had a slight glint in his eye, like he expected a barbarian and had gotten it. The guards, done ensuring she carried only the sword, turned back to watching the hallway, apparently no longer paying attention.