Neven gave a noticeable sigh of relief, finally it seemed they were done here. He glanced at Abelia as she came in late, seemingly not caring about her looks given the disarray of her hair. Still, he found her simple style appealing. Though she'd look much if she had clothes of superior quality. "[b]Running late Abelia? It seems we're finally being given permission to leave this place. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?[/b]" He asked regally, as though he were granting her a favor rather than requesting one. Even after all this time, he'd changed little. However he had grown some sort of attachment to the easy-going women who knew so much more about this world than he did and he would be reluctant to leave without her.