[b][color=8dc73f]Rose-Marie[/color] & [color=E3791A]Regis[/color]
Dinner Table, Carrigan's Mansion, Ausfeld.[/b][hr]

Without a doubt, the journey here had been rather uneventful. Far as it was, the coach she hired and a few men she brought along had no trouble getting here. The letter she got did not explain much, or at least, did not explain as much as she wanted to know. The Marquis of Agneux herself, and all she got was that? Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneux swore they were trying to ridicule her. They even dared asked whether they'd be sleeping together. [i]Together[/i], in one room like they were depraved deviants who sought only to sate their lust! The facilities the servants showed them around to seemed adequate at least, but a slight curl at the corner of her mouth appeared once she thought of her own castle, more lavishly decorated.

Left in her room before the dinner with her varlet, Marie sat on the bed and sighed. [color=8dc73f]"Regis, what do you think of all this?"[/color]

[color=E3891A]”All the religious people make me nervous.”[/color] Reggie spat out, half-joking, before quickly doubling back, [color=E3891A]”Sorry, m'lady, that's probably not very proper of me to say. I'm no heretic, and I'm all for respecting the hierarchy, but... well, these devout types are a little too numerous for me and a little too holier-than-thou. I guess they've earned the right, but...”[/color] 

Regies cut himself off. [color=E3891A]”Forgive me, m'lady, I'm rambling. I don't like this situation. We should be in Agneux, not running about the countryside messing with magic and... celestial bonds.”[/color] Regies smiled, [color=E3891A]”Of course you shouldn't take my complaining as an unwillingness to serve. I will do whatever you ask, even if it means running about the countryside messing with magic and celestial bonds.”[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Hm."[/color] She smiled to herself at his outburst. [color=8dc73f]"That is true. Pray do not speak in such a manner in the presence of others. They might not be as understanding as I am."[/color]

Pulling out a pocketwatch, she noted the time before stuffing it back into her clothes. [color=8dc73f]"In truth, I have apprehensions about this whole trip. Had it not been for the seal on the letter, I would have refused. But.. no.. It is no matter, it is nothing for you to worry about."[/color]

Marie of course, was worried about her younger sister, the only one left in her family that other nobles could deem 'desirable'. Marie was sure no one from another family would be keen to have her, a rather strongheaded and rough woman, to be their spouse. And those who do, was surely seeking only the prestige that came from her lineage and name. 

[color=8dc73f]"There is only a bit of time left before the dinner. Have you dealt with everything, Regis? Has the horse been fed and watered? Is my gun kept properly?"[/color]

[color=E3791A]”Yes, m'lady.”[/color] well, at the very least he sure [i]hoped[/i] that he'd remembered to watered the horses. He was vigilant with the gun, but it wasn't an unusual occurrence for him to forget the horses. He really wasn't a great servant, all things considered, [color=E3791A]”Horses fed and watered and gun in top condition.”[/color] he said with an exaggeratedly serious voice.  

Marie narrowed her eyes at that, leaning in closer to his face. After a moment, she straightened herself, and opened the door. [color=8dc73f]"Good. Let us make haste. I have misgivings about all of this, but I will not be late for this dinner."[/color]

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Dinner looks adequate, with a variety of food on the table. It was a pity she could not say the same of the company. There seemed to be a rather appaling number of lowly peasants joining them, and there was this horrible stench coming from somewhere, no doubt from those peasants' lack of hygiene. 

But this was an official event, filled with obviously important people at the head, even if the rest were mere rabble. Her grim face bared no emotion as she steepled her fingers in front of her, listening to those [i]very[/i] important people speak. It was all hogwash to her; if they really wanted to save the kingdom they should have sent her a letter and a few regiments of men to train, not all this superstitious tomfoolery. While she had no doubt about magic existing, relying solely on magic was folly in her mind. A few hundred well trained men could do wonders on the field after all. And if the so called end of the world was coming? Then they should field an entire army, worthy of meeting the end, and put this sort of thing second.

[color=8dc73f]"Bloody fools, the lot of them,"[/color] she mouthed, only loud enough for Regis beside her to hear. 

Seeing as Lysandra finally finished her speech, Marie glanced at Regis, obviously expecting him to introduce both himself and her.

Regis smirked slightly at Marie's comment. [color=E3791A]”Bloody fools.”[/color] Regis agreed quietly, imitating Marie's tone jokingly. As she turned to him he nodded, standing up. This part of being a servant wasn't so bad! He always loved talking, and now he could talk and [i]everyone[/i] had to listen.

He cleared his throat, [color=E3791A]”It is my honor to introduce you to m'lady, The Honorable Marquis d'Agneaux, Rose-Marie Bachelot d'Agneaux... and I'm m'lady's humble servant, Regis Proulx.[/color] Regis gave an exaggerated bow before taking seat again, glancing at Rose-Marie and giving a thumbs up under the table.

The only reaction she gave from that gesture was a small twitch at the corners of her mouth, but otherwise, she looked as serious as ever, silently judging the others at the table.