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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella followed quietly, easing her nerves back under control as she walked through the hallways. A few of her guards spared her a friendly salute and wave, but for the most part she remained impassive. The princess was quickly beginning to realize that this place was not as ostentatious or decorative as her home was. Everything seemed so...impersonal. Sharp edges. Practical, one could say. She almost felt mildly suffocated walking through here.

Once inside the room, Isabella took a few seconds to look it over. She might not have been the most attentive at times, but she did have an education and knew how to work a court - in theory. The dining hall was much like the rest of the castle. Practical and not meant decoration. Almost the exact opposite of the opulent palace that she grew up in. One could tell much about a lord from how the state of their castle - something she learned from her younger brother.

She got the impression they weren't very...'fun' people.

Isabella watched their escort leave with mild worry. The slave was a sweet girl who seemed far too nervous, and the nobles seemed far too indifferent - but she pushed the thought aside as she took a seat where it was indicated that she sit. She took a seat closest to Zavra, still feeling terrible about having just walked out.

Of course, all these thoughts of worry didn't display on her face. As Lord Hasingwrath spoke, Isabella took note of the distinct lack of guards and servants in the room. Her older brother said feasts or official meetings between nobles that didn't have some sort of guard presence could only end badly. She decided to shove that worrying thought out of her mind for now, though and focus on the table in front of them. They hadn't set out any food yet - odd, then where were the servants? They had drink set out, but it smelled strongly - like the stuff the palace smith drank instead of the sweet smelling wines she was used too.

Ah, if her younger brother was here he'd be having a field day with impish insults about this places decor and the order of things.

For a few moments, Isabella didn't reply. She took the mug of ale - it was only courteous after all - and for a few seconds simply stared at it. Ugh, the smell was appalling but she couldn't turn down their hospitality. She almost wanted to vomit.

[color=ed145b]"...Zavra,"[/color] She began quietly, blushing a little from the compliment. [color=ed145b]"Is too kind. She is far better herself."[/color]

Okay, words were said and she was doing well! Yes, good good. She bought the mug to her lips, taking a taste of the strong alcohol, instantly regretting it as she was wholly unused to it. When she had been invited to a feast she thought there would be a whole crowd of people, not simply the four of them. Far less nerve wracking than she thought.