Stare?
Letting out a long, slow breath she pushed away from the doorway and stalked over to the table. Pulling her chair away from it she submitted down, Blaze right beside her. The girl who was still caught in the vile terror of the life that was the Hollow could not take her eyes from her.
Vitruvion had a smile in his eyes as he tapped his goblet. Grunting, Stare leaned forwards to grab it, trying to ignore the stares from the other two women and filled it from the decanter of red wine before her.
"Sorry I am late."
A voice from behind. A strong, male voice that was full of pride. The figure of an elf with touselled brown hair and green eyes appeared in Stare's periforole, and a sly wink told her exactly who it was.
Slowly she set down Vitruvion's goblet before him again and raised her brow at Raevin. He smiled pleasantly at her as he unbuckled his short short from his belt, looped it over the back of his chair before sitting down. His eyes scanned the room and he nodded at Blaze.
"Nice to see you joining us this evening, Blaze."
The guarded women took in a sharp breath and blinked wildly. Raevin greeted Mer, who nodded back before he looked over to Vitruvion and Stare.
"Sir. Bird."
"Elf," she grunted back.
There was a minute of silence before footsteps came, and in walked Druss, the head butler, along with Agatha, one of the housemaids and Timmin the kitchen boy. Dressed smartly they brought five plates, laden with the finest food. With practised ease they maneouvered past the guards and around the chairs, setting a plate at each place. Druss then nodded when he accepted everything as good enough and then he gestured. The two others stepped back, and walked back out, leaving a strong smell of roast and good quality vegetables filled the air.
Vitruvion picked up his fork and turned to Raevin. "So, you said earlier there was a complication with the mercenaries ..."
"You do this everyday?" came a hiss from beside her.
