A servants entrance opened and closed quietly off to one side of the great hall. Through it stepped a rather unique and memorable young woman. Her body lithe and slender, her face flawless in beauty. Her hair black as night save for a single lock of silver announcing her status to the world. She wore  a sensible yet still well made dress of forset green and upon her shoulder sat a bird it's beady eye gazing at all around them.<br/><br/>Ariyana stepped quietly through  the hall, her head held high. She might not be a direct relative of Lady Arwyn's but her father had some lands and she had been asked to serve her mistress. Requested. Specifically.  By name. A great honour indeed, she carried a tray with a single cup and jug for her mistress. A fortifying glass of warm mead would wash away Lady Arwyn's worries. Ariyana bobbed a curtsy upon her approach