[@LiegeLord]

Dorian was as calm and hostly as ever. Attentive to everyone’s needs before they were even aware of them. He shifted through the people, wiping tables and moving chairs with an unnatural ease and efficiency. He slid amongst the patrons barely noticeable. More than once he was in the right spot at the right time to catch a falling glass or stop a chair from toppling over. 
But as seamlessly busy as he was, when Vendril spoke he was there, fully attentive and his elegant clothing as pristine and immaculate as always.

“How may I help?”