<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/ycYAqb2.jpg)<br/><em>Merela<br/>the Demon Queen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=230865.msg11346807#msg11346807)</em></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Health</strong>: -0    <strong>DDV:</strong> 6    <strong>DMDV:</strong> 6<br/><strong>Essence</strong>: 19/19 (personal)  |  33/41 (peripheral)  |  8 (committed)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/></div><hr/></div><br/>"Just a blue-leaf tea then, perhaps," she says after a moment of pursed-lip consideration.  It would at least, hopefully, be warmer than the climate, something to help remind her of the weather back home.  The disturbance draws her gaze away from the stage and the rest of her compatriots for a moment, eyes narrowing faintly as if to see what it was that was going on in the midst of the scuffle.  She left it to Empty Sky to investigate--possibly nothing to worry about anyway.<br/><br/>"Someone you knew?" she asks Damiel after his comments about the commotion that seemed to be surrounding an old man.  "And certainly, it seems as good a time as any..." she adds at his recommendation to move to a more secluded area to discuss things more openly.  She rose up slowly from her seat, eyes still lingering in the direction that Empty Sky had gone to look into things.<br/><br/>She settled down into a new seat in the quieter meeting room, followed into the office shortly after by Lambent Spark Dancer.  Merela spread her wings slightly and let them flicker briefly as she settled them into a comfortable position while seated.  She sat with an almost regal sort of poise, and if one had only just entered they might have imagined she was the one in charge of this meeting rather than Damiel if only by the aura she seemed to radiate.  Her eyes followed Dancer as she wandered in and flippantly took a seat in Damiel's lap, a sight that brought a brief grin to Merela's lips.  'Fun', Dancer had called them after that which widened the grin just so, "Your consort seems not to know our kind very...<em>intimately</em>," she suggested to Damiel.<br/><br/>Merela drew silent for a few moments as she considered the letter after its contents had finally been revealed, only opening it after Empty Sky had arrived and Dancer had settled into her lap.  Words seemed to be waiting on her supple lips as she looked towards Sky, but instead she waited to finish looking over the instructions.  ""Was there anything important?" she finally asked Sky about what she had seen in the middle of the commotion outside, eyes turning from the last few lines of the letter to gaze across the table to Sky's.<br/><br/>"There should be some local libraries, Damiel--Sorcerers, Necromancers, or the collection of the local Satrapy.  You've been here the longest, where would you suggest we begin?" she asks more pointedly while setting the letter down on the table, "Hidden Manses of the First Age could also be a possibility...though I would think most would be buried beneath the waves or long since "reclaimed" by the Dynasts."