<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/e/n/f/7enf6/abraao-lucas-jucara-by-abraaolucas-d55ha9e.jpg)</div>The spender and grandeur of the gathering.   The assemble nobility,  elite of the fair city Tava found herself a guest in.   All because of circumstance.   The extravagance of outfits that those in attendance has  the young woman of the savage lands agape with no feigning of admiration.<br/><br/>When the king moved to thank her.   She knew not how to act.  Having never been before a king in such a setting.   Through Tava suspected a king was just a another title for tribal chief.   Which settled her next act as she moved towards the king now and his entourage of advisors.   She would drop to her knees and kow-tow in supplication to the elf king.<br/><br/>Her gaze as she went down in the position of respect and paying homage.   Is riveted to the dark skin female with white hair.  A dark elf, or more commonly called a drow.   It is the first time she has ever seen one.   She would try to memorize every detail of the female until her forehead kissed the ground.<br/><br/>To the king and those around her she seems like a jungle cat poised to pounce in the pose.  A woman who is lithe and muscles ripple from a life that at times is brutal physically.   Yet a grace that shines through, a wild thing that has ventured into civilized lands.<br/><br/>To those that stood directly behind her.  The flimsy loincloth that covers her front and back.  Is not enough as she flashes herself to those behind her.<br/><br/>The king would thank her for her service, with such she would rise up.  "Thank....you.....majesty."   Tava responds in her halting common.   As she searched for the right word to address a king.   A title she was not use to addressing.<br/><br/>Once risen to her feet again she take a step back so the king could thank the other.    Her gaze drifted to the prince, as he retires.   Then back to the king as he bids those that wish to witness the ritual follow him and procession.    Through many flights of stairs did the procession descend, until finally they would come to the heart of the city.   A circular room, and most startling to Tava is the spear wielding armed guards.       Magic symbols, runes to those that know such thing. To Tava just pretty markings she is no shaman.   An in the center of the guards is the prince Aereze.