There was something to be said for the smell of nobility. Mainly that something was that it was a far cry from the squalor others tended to live in so it smelled far better. As someone who had spent a good majority of his life on the streets he was inclined to enjoy this moment. It wasn't his first time in noble quarters though and it wouldn't be his last. The servant guided them through silken halls decorated by a number of arts. This was a house of some status to be sure. The Martels were a known name but the lady of the house was the last of her line. Many suitors likely came but she'd turned them down for whatever reason. Perhaps some day he would change that.<br/><br/>Regardless he smirked to himself as the two invisible aides beside him spoke mentally. The angel, of course, wondered why she wasn't married and the devil implied he should take her and have her marry him. A fun pair the two of them were. He shook his head before the maid instructed him to move through and kneel. He didn't mind kneeling like some people did. It was a measure of respect really and he wasn't above giving respect. Yet. Besides, better to make a good first impression for actions later down the line. Olryn strolled through and smiled.<br/><br/><em>She would make a fine bride and this could make for a fine base of operations.</em><br/><br/>Only Lily and Lucy would hear that thought as he walked in and knelt before the noble. He was still nearly eye level with her considering he was rather tall at 6'4" thanks to his elven blood. Short dark hair with shots of deep green, also from his elven blood, adorned his face while his eyes were pure blue for the moment. Rather than dress up for the Lady Martel he had worn his armor and arms. A sword at one hip and a staff across his back. A cloak enchanted to prevent him from suffering the ill effects of annoyingly warm or cold weather that could double as a suitable blanket in the wild and a suit of leather armor that seemed tailor made to showcase his muscles. He wasn't overly built but he had the figure of someone who had spent their life working, or stealing in his case, with a slender figure toned for agility rather than strength.<br/><br/>"Lady Martel, a pleasure to meet you finally," he said looking up to meet her eyes as he knelt.