Natasha, having followed the innkeeper down the corridor and through the door and guard, took the man in the bath in with an appreciative glance. At the introduction, she opened her mouth to speak when the nearly undignified action of her companion virtually launched herself at the Lord's side. With an eyeroll, Natasha nodded politely to the young noble; from one equal to another, "Thank you for your hospitality, My Lord." Again, the regal elegants of her voice and diction showing through her words, "I am Lady Riskmonte, Wife to the late Baron Riskmonte." She took her time entering the pool, ensuring that she neither fell nor her gracefulmovements in the process. As she settled onto the bench to his left, Not a placement that she liked, but one adapted.<br/><br/>Safely settled, she turned her attention to theman between them and wondered silently if he might be the one that she saught. "Are your holdings in the region,My Lord, or are you, like I, a foriener to these lands?" She made sure to use the correct form of address rather than the commoner's less precise 'm'lord' The signat ring that was her husband's laid on a fine chain between her breasts; she never, ever, left it beyond her sight and reach as it was the symbol of her rights as a leader of her house.