Tehr chuckled at Emily's explanation of the extended family description.  He nodded to show he understood and thought about 'Grandpa Reiman Hlaford,' the ancient halfelf who might be the only person in his ancestral home who even his mother bowed in deference too.   Or Aunt Jaiye Hlaford, a younger though still elder in the half elf clan, who treated every child she saw, noble or servant, as if they were out to steal her pastries.  One didn't grow up around the extended Hlaford clan without recognizing that family sometimes went beyond bloodlines.  It was in fact, one of the few things he regretted about his own childhood, that the Wynt family was so small.  Maybe that was the reason he'd taken Angelique with him to Londinium when he'd moved to the city several months ago.<br/><br/>He straightened his back and presented himself in the most formal way he knew how.  He drew up every scrap of diplomatic knowledge he had in his head and realized that he might possibly do the wrong thing since he wasn't sure about halfling culture.  Maybe he should not stand so straight, would they think he was trying to lord his height over them?   He was acutely aware that their eye line was somewhere around his ribs... only a few inches above his crotch.  And it hadn't been more than a few hours since he'd been inside not one, but both of the Ravos sisters.  Oh gods above, why had he worn such tight fitting pants!  Now all he could think about as the nobles approached was if they were staring at his crotch.  Don't look at the cleavage, don't think about fucking the two sisters... don't ..<br/><br/>Tehr mentally slapped himself.  His mind was spinning out of control, and that was unlike him.  He turned his mind off and decided to simply let his natural charm work for him.<em> ((Diplomacy check in ooc))</em>He smiled and bent at the waist, taking the hand of Emily's mother.  He bowed at the waist stiffly till he was parallel to the ground and kissed the back of it.  Then stood back up straight and looked her in the eye.  "I am honored by your invitation Lady d'Ravos.  I hope sincerely that the lovely Emily has spoken only of my positive traits.  For I'm afraid that a recounting of my boorish and ungentlemanly ones would break the back of any postal carrier that was sentenced to carry such correspondence."<br/><br/>He smiled broadly, knowing that if there was one thing nobles enjoyed, it was self deprecating humor.  He was no stuffy up tight noble too concerned with status to put himself down in jest.<br/><br/>He turned and bowed, though not quite as deeply, to the other man as he introduced himself.  Even if this were the most powerful halfling in the land, he knew better than to show more respect to a king than to his queen.  Though he chuckled lightly at the man's joke.  "Expect no pity from me sir, for if Emily and Eva are any indication of the warmth and mirth of the clan Ravos, you'd be a pampered goat at the very least."<br/><br/>Turning to Emily then he asked, "I shall see you later then?"  and only with her nod or permission would he go with Johnathan.  A silent and subtle declaration that he deferred to her judgement and would not simply be ordered around.  Also a sign that Emily held great sway over this visiting nobleman, something that might improve her own standing.  On her leave he would turn back to d'Ravos and smile, "I will try to focus and not gape like a yokel at the beauty of your house mistress.  Thank you again for allowing me this visit."<br/><br/>Tehr knew that the visit would likely do a lot for the fortunes of house Ravos in Londinium, and that it was a two way street.  But flattery wouldn't hurt at all.  Then turning to Johnathan he said, "If we're to smoke together then I insist you call me by my given name.  Tehr is fine as I find the title 'master ir'Wynt' somewhat stuffy.  I admit that I've not picked up a taste for tobacco, broad leaf or cut, but I shall endeavor to not embarrass myself."  Tehr had only twice before smoked tobacco, but had learned to hold the firey smoke between his cheeks and in his mouth, and never try to breathe it.  His reprobate uncle had brought some, imported from the new world, once and Tehr had thought he'd die after inhaling the deep thick smoke.  He made a mental note not to do so in front of this halfling.<br/><br/>He was eager to see what Johnathan had to speak of.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46268 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46268)<br/>Full Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br/>Comment: <strong>Tehrs diplomacy check</strong><br/>Result: 19, <br/>Total: <strong>27</strong><br/><br/>There were two rolls, the first roll I think I screwed up and forgot to add 8 to the roll.  But it was a 14, so if you'd rather that roll be taken the total would be 22 not 27.  Either way.</div></div>