"A countess among our numbers." Envy smiled, showing his pointed teeth. "We'll have to bring out the good tea." He mused, and Ysaryn chuckled.
"I am still not sharing mine." She warned, turning her head as Gavin appeared, and Narda sprung for him. 

Envy gave a shout, Ysaryn reached for her blades, but didn't draw them. Each waited for Kire to rein in her friend, unwilling to make a move until Narda did. One way or another. 
When Narda finally did release Gavin, Ysaryn stepped toward him to offer her hand to him. 
Envy frowned at Narda, ignoring Kire for the moment.

"I understand," he began, his voice low. "That you may have a duty to this woman, and have likely sworn to protect her in some form or more. You may answer to her in Amria, but this is [i]my[/i] domain. And if you so much as lay a hand on any of those under my protection again, you will be as unwelcome as the plague. Am I understood?" He asked, never raising his voice, but his clouded eyes bore into what he hope was Narda's gaze. Really, he leered at her throat, too unaccustomed to people matching his height. 
Ysaryn gently sidled away from Gavin, as if offering Narda the temptation of him, just to see Envy follow through with his threat. 

"Now." Envy said, sighing and straightening, as if having to be demanding was a weight even on his broad shoulders. "Ruli is in New Ziad. The new, New Ziad, I mean. We've had a bit of relocating since you were last here." He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "He and the others will be back for dinner. I implore you to wait. You can inform me on your business here." He gave Narda a wary turn of his head. "No more hunts for maniacs, right?"