<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/08/70/2c087096bca0dc4604c14e18468706ce.jpg)</div>Erevan was expecting some sort of response of cordial greeting or at least a veiled threat. Instead before either could happen, Zyrxicorian and Number Six approach, the diplomats voice echoing in his mind to jar him from the conversation with his sister. Turning his attention towards the mind flayers, Erevan gave a formal bow to the diplomat out of respect.<strong>"Well met, Zyrxicorian. Yes it would appear my Matron Mother wishes to arrive in grandiose fashion. Yet the court mage seems absent as well"</strong>Soon enough two more make themselves known to the small<br/>gathering. Avalae and her pet Dorna. He watched the pleasantries commence with or without him. Avalae made it quite clear to point out that she was not of noble birth but her accolades still placed her on perhaps equal footing with the two Royale heirs of the Matron Mother. Erevan was curious as to how this assumption would be taken by the First Daughter.