Nevin followed her with his eyes, quietly watching as she hurried away. That….. Wasn't quite right was it now? He had not mentioned anyone in particular, but she had brought Vitruvion up. Not only that but then she had tried to cover up with that information about half angels - but despite working with some, she hadn't mentioned any names. And then she almost fled from him, hands curled into fists.
Had she lied to him? But about what? And why? Having seen divine magic would not be something unusual - priests must use it right unless what she was referring to wasn't holy magic, but was actually straight up part of being a divine being. His lips twisted downwards as he slowly followed after her, turning her words over in his head. His friend was trying to hide something - that was the only reason she would have moved away like that, no longer meeting his eyes after staring at him.
He nearly stumbled. The only person she had mentioned by name was Vitruvion. Nevin already knew the man was a powerful individual, so it wouldn't have been that that she was trying to make him not think about. But why would she lie about either his being part celestial, or about having worked with different half angels? She had already told him the two worked with a demon from time to time so seeing the other side was not unbelievable. He sighed - one more piece of the puzzle about Stare and Vitruvion.
Nevin closed the gates behind him without a word, and followed Stare to the door. She clearly didn't want to talk about this anymore -and he was not about to try forcing her to talk to him. Not about this, not now. He slipped his hands into his pocket and quietly waited behind her to be let in.
Before she could properly get to the door herself it was opened by a small, bespectacled elf with brown scraggly hair and a little smile on his lips.
“Lady Stare,” he said gently, “Welcome home. You have a guest?” He looked over with large eyes to Nevin.
Stare curtly nodded, trying to shake off her anxiety of needing to lie to Nevin. The same lie that the staff had been told, that the city ran with the rumour of. “Yes, this is Nevin, a friend from Corone. Nevin,” she gestured at the elf. “This is Druss.”
“The proud butler sir,” Druss dropped into a bow. “Honoured to have you visit our humble part of Raiaera. How long are you staying with us?”
Stare answered for him. “For a night at least. If you could get Agathe or Kira to make up the first guest room?”
Druss nodded and smiled and gestured for them to come in. They moved past the entrance doors into a vast, marble hall. Four pillars held up a plastered ceiling, and a set of stairs to the back led to an elegant balcony of an upper floor. Various doors leading to clear, huge rooms went off from almost every wall, and it was clear this was the realm of some rich noble. Especially as a single portrait of a short-haired Vitruvion was above a long fireplace. A man in a military suit, with a real owl on his shoulder, staring into the room with dominance and pride.
