"Ah, commented the floating elf maiden in a voice that sounded like honey over silk, one of Techlis' little brood," she commented. That drew arch looks from the other elves and confused looks from the human. Whatever the elf might have intended by the remark, a reference to the elven founder of the human Colleges of Magic, it had the affect of making it seem like Emmaline really was a person of some substance. Emmaline offere a polite curtsey to the elves, keeping a wary distance. The mage all but crackled with power and Emmaline wasn't all together sure that it would have a good reaction with her own gifts. The male elf said something in his own language of which all Emmaline could make out was the name 'Galadrel'. That elf nodded and responded in an equally mystifying swirl of elven speech and nodded at Markus.

"May I offer you a drink Lady Von Morganstern?" a handsome young man in a satin doublet enquired. He was young, perhaps younger than Emmaline herself and with smooth skin that suggested more than his clothing that his life had been a sheltered one. Markus gave her a slight nod and she allowed the man to lead her to a side bar where liquor and wine were being served. He took a couple of tall flutes of champagne from the table and passed one to her.

"I am Enrique," he told her, "I am the son of the Duke." It came out a little too quickly betraying the young man's nerves.

"I am Emmaline," she told him with an encouraging smile. He nodded enthusiastically.

"So I heard, are you on some kind of secret mission with Captain Flintbrook?" he went on, clearly gaining courage. Emmaline half choked on her wine for a moment, shooting a small stream of champagne out her nose.

"Oh I am sorry, I know you probably shouldn't talk about it, its just, well you know, and Imperial Navy Sloop not flying any colors arrives with an important Sorceress aboard, clearly something is afoot," he burbled. Emmaline pulled herself together and tried to look dignified. The fellow was clearly clever if he had picked up on the elf's vague reference to her talents, but stars above his imagination was getting the better of him.

"Well, as you say least said," Emmaline said as calmly as she could manage. Enrique nodded violently, clearly thrilled beyond words to be even tangentially involved in some skullduggery. If they were some scheme from Altdorf it would hardly do for Markus to announce himself openly, for that matter the scheme might be aimed against Tobaro which Enrique should be concerned about, but never the less Emmaline tucked the idea away in the back of her mind, a useful lie was a terrible thing to waste.

"Perhaps I can show you around the house, while we wait for my father to appear?" Enrique asked hopefully. Emmaline glanced covertly at Markus who was still in conversation with the elves.

"Certainly Master Enrique, I would be honored."