[hr][hr][center][h1][color=darkgray]Lucivar DeLuxor[/color][/h1]
[h2][color=darkgray][u]Dene Nehel[/u][/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

He opened the door and the scene inside was clearly something. He took a moment to let it all in, his face impassive, before walking deeper into the room and giving Tristan a small nod. He grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the Queen, his eyes finding the assassin's and never letting go as he sat down and leaned back, crossing his legs and interlacing his fingers over his lap.

He took a moment to look at the dagger a slight frown coming over him before his face went all pleasant again. [color=darkgray]"Would you please put that thing away?"[/color] he asked, a hand directed at the dagger. [color=darkgray]"And have a seat won't you, there's no need to be so crude. Let's talk like a pair of adults, you don't need to go putting your life at risk like this my dear fellow. Again, have a seat, please."[/color]

A chair came floating into the room and was set down a few feet in front of himself. [color=darkgray]"Would you like a drink? Some water? Wine?"[/color] A table floated inside along with a silver tray and several vintage bottles of wine accompanied by two glasses which all arranged themselves in between himself and the chair, all the while Lucivar was sitting calmly his hands still interlaced on his lap, looking up at the would be assassin expectantly.