She considered his glamoured armor, and chose out an outfit for herself to complement, a dress made of what appears to be overlapping dragonscales, dark purple almost leaning towards black, hugging her body and accentuating her curves. She gave herself long, flowing hair, a dark red-brown, her face taking on sharp features, with an almost cat-like slant to her eyes, that emphasizes the fact she isn't entirely human. "Shall we?" she asked, offering her hand, clad in a long, fingered glove that doesn't<em>quite</em>end in talons, but looks like it ought to, letting him lead her, as she walked beside him, demurely.<br/><br/>The lord's manor is a wall-appointed combination between a fortress and a richly furnished home, though they are quickly met at the door by servants, and ushered inside, into the company of the diplomat, who gives Caiphias a brief tour of the manor, explaining that the Lord was delayed, returning from his evening ride, and will be arriving shortly. When he is finally escorted into the main dining hall, he and Meridia are taken to seats of honor, across from the Lord and Lady, a stocky man, with a neat trimmed beard and mustache, looking to be in his late forties, his wife beside him, an attractive brunette woman who is also clearly growing older, but was obviously much more stunning in her youth. They're obviously a marriage that has grown love, not just politics, from the way they interact.<br/><br/>The rest of the room consists of some two dozen others, retainers of the diplomat he saw earlier, minor nobles, and other functionaries, all of whom he'll be introduced to, early in the meal, as the Lord goes around the table, welcoming him, and everyone else, to the meal. "So, tell us, Sir Knight. Have you held your position for long? And what brings you our way? It's been... what has it been, dear? Some seven years since the last Knight, a good friend of mine, in fact."