Hernando's opinion of Sir Juan was not the best, though he did not know too much. He explained that he man's troops tended to take a lot of casualties, but him leading a supply collumn would probably be less dangerous then him leading troops in battle.<br/><br/>Dinner was a pleasant affair - at least until their meal was interrupted by a man storming at their table, and berating Hernando about... art critic? "... and guess how happy I was to find out that four bravos were sent after me by some dolt you had mistaken me for you - again! - and over your opinion of his latest sculpture!"  A quick glance up showed Vanestria that a double of Hernando was standing there, looking like she looked after her encounter in the alley, bloodied and angry. "Lady Rose was gone, of course, the blood too much for her. One evening, one night ruined because you simply could not keep your tongue!"<br/><br/>Hernando coughed. "Brother, may I present to you Lady Vanestria? An elven historian. Mylady, this impolite man is, I am sad to say my brother Alejandro y Cavalez y Murann. Twin brother." They looked like each other, at first glance at least, though Alejandro looked... more dangerous somehow. Not just with his blade, it seemed, since he dropped down to a bow as soon as he realized who else sat at the table, and kissed her hand smoothly, presenting himself "the pleasure is all mine, Mylady." followed by a look into her eyes that was almost a challenge in the desire apparent in it.