The constant storm outside did not ease up - whether it was because the divine spirits could not hear her, had no influence here, or did not exist could all be possibilities, but Zarva - and even the lord a little by extent, seemed to enjoy Isabella's singing.  Zarva clapped as Isabella finished.  [b]"See!  Her voice is so pretty!"[/b]  The lord didn't exclaim his opinion so enthusiastically, but simply nodded in agreement and raised his glass in a small toast before taking a drink.  Gracie gave Isabella's thigh a small pat of congratulations and encouragement as she gave her mistress a small smile.

Afterwards they ate a meal - the lord didn't seem try to hard to press for conversation, only asking questions here and there to make some small talk.  Zarva and him discussed some of the other nearby lords briefly, but it became very apparent that no 'kingdom' existed here at all - the monthly highstorms seemed to prevent such things, as they discussed the failure of Lord Turzo in taking over a nearby keep.  There were a few mentions of Windmothers again, but little was described about them or who they were.

Slaves entered the room sometimes before leaving to refill drinks and pick up plates, and soon enough the dinner was finished.  The lord and Zarva started to bow out, although Gracie interrupted them.  [b]"My lord, we have traveled long and on a dirty road.  Is there somewhere my mistress could bathe?  Preferably in private?"[/b]  Lord Hasingwrath nodded, beckoning a slave to guide them to the area and give them some directions.