Aldrik wasn't a warrior. Far from it, in fact. His diet and youth kept him trim, and many an older man envied him his lack of a pot belly. He sometimes wished he was a far older gentleman, already. Their wizened faces spoke of decades of experience and wisdom, and loyal service. They always told him to be thankful for his youth, and he tried to be, though they did a hell of a job convincing him of that. They kept him busy from sun up to sun down, and even after. Not to mention his dues, oaths, studies, and his logbooks he kept secured. 

Well, he supposed that was about to change. 

He straightened his garb and cleared his throat, waiting for the knock that would signify he enter. Tortuccio was out escorting his new guard into the foyer. Apparently she had been late, through no fault of her own it seemed. Outside of the door, he heard another door open and Tortuccio's voice over the din of the deep creaking, followed by a bold but very feminine voice in an accent he couldn't quite catch this far removed. He imagined they would speak for awhile, long waits being a staple of the League. But there was a loud two-hit strike on the door, and he opened it up with just a moment's pause to gather his wits. 

The foyer was as large as most living areas, with an entry table by the door that held two bottles, one with whiskey and the other with mead. Beside them was a bust of Alchimedes III, one of the six founders. A lotus flower from Shi'Ran bloomed from a pot beside the bust, the petals looking almost like a hat. Pictures adorned the room, and even in the foyer, there was a bookshelf of novels and nonfictional studies. It was a very good looking room, but the woman that stood at the center was the most attractive thing in the chamber, even though he had no doubt she could cut him into ribbons. 

Her fingernails trimmed in the swordsman's style, she wore a stylish jerkin over a doublet, her swordbelt tied tight at her slim waist, and brown breeches that hugged her legs. She was a strange mixture of dangerous and good looking, with dark features and a confident look to her. Aldrik wasn't going to ask if this was the one, knowing just by how she held herself that she had experience in some sort of martial pursuit, be it militarily, mercenary, or guard. 

"Aldrik, may I introduce you to your bodyguard, Inez of...where was it again?" Tortuccio inquired blithely. 

Aldrik knew it was rude to wait, and so he stepped over to her and brushed his rich locks of hair out of his eyes, extending a hand to shake hers. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, fraulien. Aldrik Maynard."