[color=bc8dbf][b][h2][centre]Lord and Lady Coswain[/centre][/h2][/b][/color]
[color=bc8dbf][b][h3][centre]The Eye[/centre][/h3][/b][/color]

[color=bc8dbf][b][centre]Bar side chats[/centre][/b][/color]




[color=bc8dbf]“Well met Evelyn”[/color] Persephone said, deciding to take a more casual approach and use a more social vs official and more protocol response. She chose, based upon the Inn, the town to use Persephone more than Lady Coswain in this scenario. This Inn was hardly the Royal courts and great halls of the nobility. [color=bc8dbf]“Persephone, please call me Persephone. This is hardly the Royal Court. Syas court maybe.”[/color] She said, taking her drink and padding quietly over on the rough timbers of the inn's floor. Sturdy but rough hewn and evident of the new nature of the inn's construction. 

Genuine, but Persephone could not turn parts of her brain off, building up rapport, making note of key facts and the value of people and their positions in society. Her brain did things on a reflex rather than a deliberate aspect. 

Lord Coswain nodded politely to her words, a clothier, and one from a Capital, his wife would be quite pleased and she was an officer and a stern official role. She still was a woman and did have similar preferences to many about clothes and her appearance especially as a Lady however this town was far from the large cities. [color=6ecff6]“I leave you with my wife, she is excellent company, biased as I am. Duty, errands and checking our supplies beckons. Try not to bankrupt us Seph. If that Lord. This is the last place he will bother you ladies. If he does. I'll sort it a little more directly.”[/color] He said as he left, giving Persephone a quick kiss and squeezing her hand before leaving, already guessing exactly which lord she had a run in with and that it likely would be dealt with or found out later. He was concerned but also not, Persephone was well capable of looking after herself but he was ready to solve things also. [color=6ecff6]“And make my wife remember to eat Lunch for once milday Marrion. I'm sure we will meet again.”[/color]

The change of tone was not that dark but clear, he would sort things out if said Lord did not leave Persephone alone. She was still his wife and he would not let some Auralian Peacock harm her. He threw the last bit out, Persephone needed to keep her strength up even if it was a light meal.

[color=bc8dbf]“I eat Adon… I had breakfast. Keep warm.”[/color] She said as he left with a general air that they had been together for quite a while. 

Persephone waved goodbye to her husband and turned back to Evelyn, finding a seat and dropping her heavy furs off to the side and cheerfully stretching from the lack of weight. [color=bc8dbf]“Oh… The Capital you say, our town house is there but we have not seen your family business.”[/color] She said casually as turned to realise an opportunity.[color=bc8dbf] “I am in need of some clothes that are more suited for winter, and less..  uniform. Maybe the inn will have a ball. And… well as a nice dress for a Temple Wedding. We just never got round to a Temple blessing until now.”[/color] She said making light of things and realising. Persephone did need something nice to wear for their Temple ceremony.

Persephone paused trying to explain her situation and the whole event with lord Ayel. She and Sya had walked into it casually and not sought any kind of trouble but trouble had found them rather directly.[color=bc8dbf] “Hiding, I merely am, ..  Yes, I'm hiding. A rather unpleasant Auralian Lord Ayel Rumfelt, he decided to abuse me and Mistress Sya alongside others, the Inn keeper here with rather wild and egregious insults while at the bath house. I sent a joint letter to the Prince and whatever his name is… Onion? The rather pale tall man is his advisor about his offensive conduct.. claimed to be his close friend, surely one who would respect his peace and those in his settlement. Such Fraud would be great disrespectful.”[/color] Persephone paused, taking a sip of her drink and pushing a lock of red hair streaked with a grey out her eye that had fallen free. 

[color=bc8dbf]“He acts like an over-fluffed peacock with delusions of … everything. Im a Barbarian hag, Sya was a monster and he tried to make out his skinny pale self was a great gift to all that met him. A supposed trader no less… who does not realise Sya runs the only Inn in town that has many orders…”[/color] She said with a shake of her head at his.. actions. 

[color=bc8dbf]"What brought you to this place? Forgive me if too forward. It takes a rare sort to want to venture this far beyond the passes and toward the former borders lords claims."[/color] Persephone asked hoping she did not kill the conversation.[color=bc8dbf] "And do you have anything suitable in a darker Purple or emerald Green in your shop."[/color] She added with a small flash of curiosity in her eyes. She might bring at end of world but one could least try to maintain your standards. 


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