Luca
04-01-07, 11:15 PM
closed to aryr
"Did he say when he'd be here?" Luca asked with a disgusted sigh as she took a sip of the rather lackluster Raiaeran brandy, "Because I didn't come to Raiaera to shop, I came because my guttersnipe of a brother begged me to."
"No my lady," the concierge of the Royal Raiaeran Arms Inn shook his head apologetically, although his eyes betrayed his frustration with this human woman whose disdain was misplaced, "I haven't even seen or heard from him in over a month, since he asked me to send the message originally to you."
"Splendid," she smiled at the concierge sweetly, and his frustration melted substantially as her hazel eyes softened, "Well, it's not your fault is it. You're simply doing your job, and a marvelous job you're doing. My baggage is in my suite?"
"Aye, my lady, it is there and unpacked as you requested," he nodded, refilling her drink, "I can have a maid bring up hot water for you to bathe after such long travel - it is a custom many of our guests have found quite refreshing. Then at two hours after sunset will be dinner. I can have the maid bring up tea and cakes in the meantime, if you find you are hungry."
Luca nodded, quite satisfied. At least she'd be treated with dignity. And at least she knew how to treat the staff of such a respectable establishment - most nobles were so vain they didn't think they had any need to treat their underlings with any respect. Luca knew better - if she wanted good service, she had to be a good customer.
"I would quite like that hot water, if you please," she told him, as she stood from the armchair she'd occupied in the lobby since her arrival, "I'll be going to my room now, so please have her hurry."
"Of course my lady," he agreed, "And of course if you'd like she will gladly stay to assist you with any other needs you might have."
Luca smiled like a cat that found the cream pitcher and turned to glide gracefully up the grand staircase at the center of the lobby, a maid waiting at the top to show the Baroness to her suite of rooms. As long as she was able to wait in comfort, it might not be so utterly inconvenient to wait for her brother. After all, he'd been known to take weeks before showing up.
She wondered if he enjoyed making her wait. Probably so.
"Did he say when he'd be here?" Luca asked with a disgusted sigh as she took a sip of the rather lackluster Raiaeran brandy, "Because I didn't come to Raiaera to shop, I came because my guttersnipe of a brother begged me to."
"No my lady," the concierge of the Royal Raiaeran Arms Inn shook his head apologetically, although his eyes betrayed his frustration with this human woman whose disdain was misplaced, "I haven't even seen or heard from him in over a month, since he asked me to send the message originally to you."
"Splendid," she smiled at the concierge sweetly, and his frustration melted substantially as her hazel eyes softened, "Well, it's not your fault is it. You're simply doing your job, and a marvelous job you're doing. My baggage is in my suite?"
"Aye, my lady, it is there and unpacked as you requested," he nodded, refilling her drink, "I can have a maid bring up hot water for you to bathe after such long travel - it is a custom many of our guests have found quite refreshing. Then at two hours after sunset will be dinner. I can have the maid bring up tea and cakes in the meantime, if you find you are hungry."
Luca nodded, quite satisfied. At least she'd be treated with dignity. And at least she knew how to treat the staff of such a respectable establishment - most nobles were so vain they didn't think they had any need to treat their underlings with any respect. Luca knew better - if she wanted good service, she had to be a good customer.
"I would quite like that hot water, if you please," she told him, as she stood from the armchair she'd occupied in the lobby since her arrival, "I'll be going to my room now, so please have her hurry."
"Of course my lady," he agreed, "And of course if you'd like she will gladly stay to assist you with any other needs you might have."
Luca smiled like a cat that found the cream pitcher and turned to glide gracefully up the grand staircase at the center of the lobby, a maid waiting at the top to show the Baroness to her suite of rooms. As long as she was able to wait in comfort, it might not be so utterly inconvenient to wait for her brother. After all, he'd been known to take weeks before showing up.
She wondered if he enjoyed making her wait. Probably so.