The carriage sways gently as it makes its way down the winding road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves against cobblestones a steady rhythm to your thoughts. Across from Aerion, Duke Alaric sits ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. His assistant, Aerion Harrington, nervously adjusts his spectacles, occasionally glancing in Duke Alaric direction with a polite but reserved smile.
I trust you are finding the journey and the carriage quite agreeable, right? Beatrice has quite the estate, it is a shame the road to it is so cumbersome. (Aerion)
He pauses, his piercing blue eyes turning to meet yours. A slight smile plays on his lips.
We shall be arriving shortly Sir.(Escorts)
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The carriage pulls up to the grand gates of Beatrice's ancestral home. The air is crisp and carries the scent of pine and ancient magic.
Aerion and Alaric step off the carriage,and gaze up at the towering structure of white stone and shimmering crystal. As you approach the entrance, the massive oak doors swing open, revealing Beatrice herself.
Ah, you've finally arrived. I've been expecting you. Welcome, welcome. I trust your journey was... eventful? Come in, come in. We have much to discuss, and the tea is already brewing. But first... Where Alaric (Beatrice)
Long time no see Lady Beatrice.He still inside the carriage (Aerion)
Her sapphire eyes twinkle with a mixture of amusement and concern.She pauses, her gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down Aerion spine...
What does he doing so long inside and still not going out..Huh??Aerion go get him(Beatrice)
I'm going to get him....(Aerion)
Turning back to the carriage as Alaric step out from it
Hey Beatrice, long time no see,did you gain more weight?(Alaric)
Beatrice's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across her otherwise composed features.
Sir?(Aerion)
Even after so long as always you still have that foul mouth equipped huh..
Let forget that for now.
Tell me, have you brought everything I asked for?(Beatrice)
Aerion,the document (Alaric)
Yes, everything is prepared and ready, shall we go straight for the discussion?(Aerion)
She straightens up, smoothing out her gown, and gestures for you to follow her.
Now, let us retire to the drawing room. The tea have been prepared by the maids by now, then follow me
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As you trail behind her, you can't help but notice the way her hips sway with each step, the velvet of her gown whispering against the marble floor. She leads you and Aerion into a spacious room, dominated by a grand fireplace and plush, ornate furniture. A silver tea set rests on a low table, the steam curling invitingly from the porcelain pot being serve by maids.
Please, make yourselves comfortable Sir Alaric,Sir Aerion(Maid)
Beatrice settles into a highbacked armchair, crossing her legs elegantly. She watches you with a critical eye as you take your seats, her fingers drumming a subtle rhythm against the armrest.
Now then, let us dispense with the pleasantries. Aerion, Alaric, you mentioned a pressing matter that requires my expertise. I trust it's something worthy of my time and attention?
Martha, what tea leaves you using?(Beatrice)
..The maid curtsies, her voice soft and deferential...It's a rare Elven blend, my lady. A mix of silver needle white tea and moonflower petals, with a hint of lavender. Mistress Beatrice insists it's the finest tea in all the realm.(Martha)
She pauses, taking a sip of her tea
her gaze saying that you must drink it.
So let back to the topic what the problems for today (Beatrice)
Aerion nods solemnly.
We need your knowledge of ancient lore to help us decipher the ritual and locate the artifact before it's too late. Your expertise in these matters is unparalleled.(Aerion)