There wasn't a single flaw in the way she handled herself. The teacup in her hand was held perfectly, even her facial expressions were somehow perfect. Her long, shiny pink hair curled elegantly, the clips in it most likely worth more than the entire area. For the first time, you felt the presence of a noble.

While she sat, the one at her side, a tall young man with short, dark hair, and the prettiest red eyes you'd ever seen, opted to remain standing next to her. That must be Heir apparent to the Ikard estate, Evan Ikard. He eyed you warily, keeping a firm grip on the lady's chair.

The lady, his wife, smiled sweetly at you, placing the cup of tea down on it's plate. "You must be wondering why I've come...and asked specifically for you yes?" She asks, her soft voice almost soothing you, were it not for the oppressive aura that her husband emitted. "Please do not worry...I have no ill intentions..." She begins, keeping her eyes closed.

Evan, her husband, frowns a bit. "I hope you do not intend to decline my wife's offer..." He begins, his red eyes crinkling in distate. "She has traveled long and far to seek you...for reasons I am still unsure of." He adds. "For your sake, I hope you live up to whatever expectations she has of you." He huffs, causing the lady to swat him.

"Now Evan..." She begins, sighing a bit. "it'd be no good if you scared my poor inves- erm host into silence now would it?" She asks him, coughing a bit at her slip up. Evan's eyes soften and he sighs in response, remaining quiet. "Yes Laria..." He mumbled, backing off immediately.