The daunting stairs before them practically greeted her every unsteady step, taking, supporting and seemingly guiding her feet gently, even though such a thing was not possible since they were merely unmoving stairs, yet still the journey down them with the confident, sharp dressed gentleman at her side was near effortless.

[i]”Wouldn’t do good to have you falling now.”[/i] He said subtly as if reading her thoughts but answering nothing. Then they were at the table.

[@Pasion Pasiva]

Dorian cut through the gazes as he made his way to table. His own dark eyes falling upon the apparently frail meek young woman. For a split passing moment their eyes connected and a world of depth reflected in them back upon her.

“[i]She needs a seat.[/i]” He simply said with a soft apologetic smile as he helped Alex into a nearby chair. 
“[i]Keep an eye on her and everything is on house for you tonight.”[/i]

[i]“Here you go.”[/i] He said to Alex as he finished helping her down. Half embracing her as gently he assisted her. 

Without waiting for any further reply he was gone. Traversing across the tavern floor with the soft clacking of his shoes. His head nodded in greeting to the others he passed. Flashes of a warm welcoming smile being handed out generously.


[@MasterLink] “[i]I hope your horse found his way to the stables out back, we have a surplus of carrots at the moment that I’m sure it would love. You didn’t leave it out in this stormy weather did you?”[/i]

He didn’t wait for a reply, carrying on to the bar where he began busily pouring a multitude of various drinks into an array of different styled drinking containers.