The Lord paused for a moment, nodding.  [b]"Very well.  We will give one of your followers the details and discuss the payment on return."[/b]  Zarva had been largely quiet, looking downwards into her lap and avoiding the high-politics of court.  With a sudden clap, Lord Hasingwrath summoned a group of slaves into the room, including the familiar one, each one carrying a dinner plate intended for their guests, and one placing a large platter with extras in the center.  The meal wouldn't be extravagant by any means to Isabella - it lacked the spices and other goods that were worked into cooking high quality meals from long distance trade networks - but for the ingredients it had, the meal was well-made and certainly edible.  The meat would be a bit extravagant - not something Isabella had tasted before, but something she would likely find an interest in.  Perhaps some sort of foreign bird?

Rather than leaving the hall though for the four of them, this time the slave girl stood up against the wall silently awaiting any further orders - though she wasn't able to hide her eyes hungrily looking at the plates periodically.  A young, commanding voice, pierced the hall from Zarva's lips.  [b]"Slave.  Get the wine I received for last winter.  And two glasses."[/b]  The slave blinked a couple times before leaving the room quickly, Zarva turning to her friend.  [b]"I've heard this drink comes from more plentiful lands.  Maybe like yours?  I hope it reminds you of home!"[/b]

Soon enough the slave returned, pouring a glass for the young lady before looking a bit at confusion where the second one should go.  [b]"For my friend, you dolt."[/b]  The slave nodded apologetically, hurrying to pour a small bit for Isabella as well.

A second later Isabella would find any cloth in her lap stained with wine as the slave knocked over the glass she had set in front of the princess.  With a look of horror on her face, she looked upwards and began to plea with her owners, [b]"M-my Lo-"[/b]

The pleas were cut off though, as Zarva slapped the slave across the face - who winced in pain before beginning to yell at her.  [b]"That wine was worth more than YOU were, you lazy bitch!  And to pour it on my friend!"[/b]  The young lady's father didn't interfere - no, he even seemed to approve the attitude the young teenager was delivering.  [b]"Should I cast you into the storm?  With the windmothers!?"[/b]

Whoever the slave was, her eyes were only spread out in wide-eyed terror.