The elves of Glen Avon did not hide their distrust of Lady Quallathan. They whispered and sneered, keeping their distance, as if fearful that she might drive a knife into the first to come too close. But she was not the first drow to set foot on the island. That honor belonged to Thazel Daragon, a noble from the nearby Underdark city of Calbriz. She too was scorned by Glen Avon's people, but despite this she appeared to be a close companion of the prince.<br/><br/>There were two grand thrones ornately carved from white wood, but only one of them was occupied. The prince and his drow companion were elsewhere, preparing for the ritual. In their absence, the king took extra care to greet each guest with dignity and honor.<br/><br/>Unlike the whispering court, King Araeth was gracious and warm in Lady Quallathan's presence. He nodded his head, respectful, but not deferential. "Thank you for your kind words and for your goddess's blessing. We treasure your friendship, although perhaps not so much as Lord Brachus and his family." He nodded to the one noble that did not shrink away from Quallathan's presence. "You are welcome here in Glen Avon for as long as you choose to stay." It was at once an olive branch extended to the lady, and a warning to his court not to trouble her.