While Arsenio sat and watched people pass by as he enjoyed his drink, eyes scanning the crowd for no one in particular. Before long, a few interesting faces entered the inn that had no business being in Hyall... unless they did, he had only a vague idea of what kinds of people frequented a town like this. Either way, these people seemed to stand out for one reason or another. One was a golden-skinned Hayllian- no, Dhelman- no, hybrid male, who admittedly looked quite attractive, another was a paler Eryien female. Without a reason to confront them at the moment, he resumed nursing his drink and watching the crowd... though his eyes kept drifting back to the hybrid and Eryien that had entered the room mere moments ago. While the crowd continued to mill about as usual, the Glacian Ambassador's attention stayed firmly on the pair, and thoughts began to drift through his head. Were they a couple? If so, how long have they been together? How would they react to a well-dressed man with pale skin and off-white hair intruding on their conversation? He looked down to his glass to find it empty, and decided that it was a good time to find out.
He got up and meandered on over to the table these two had claimed, taking his time on his way over. Upon his arrival, he quietly sauntered up to the table before speaking, his tone suggesting a noble heritage that was seemingly consistent with his entire body language. "Hello, is it alright if I sit with you, friends? The bar isn't very inter- er... who's that?" he asked as he looked up from the man and woman. On the way down the stairs was another woman, of pale skin and white hair, dressed in an outfit that showed off more than a questionable amount of skin for a lady in this area. She must've been some level of mad, for she approached the two and greeted one like an old friend.
Isadora Lafay descended the stairs that lead to the upper floors of the inn, her natural grace silencing each step. At the landing, she turned and approached the table Faeril was seated at, a disturbingly handsome... something, directly across from her with a Glacian that looked of noble status... at least until his hands were looked at. He wore no signets, and his left hand seemed perpetually glued to his sword, so he was probably an envoy of sorts. Meant to attract little attention besides a glance and a guess at how much money was on him. He then asked who the newcomer to the table was, and as it was Isadora, she answered. "You can call me Isadora," she said, introducing herself and quickly changing the subject to the woman she was familiar with at the table.
"So Faeril, who did you pick up off the street this time?" she inquired, pulling up a chair from a totally vacant table as she ran her eyes over the subject in question. Flawless skin tone, strong jawline, overall a well put together man, though something seemed a little... off. It could be the lighting in the room, maybe it was the sheer amount of black he was wearing... the hair? "Hmm... nope," she mumbled, daring to peek under the table at his pants. They were disturbingly tight even at a glance, she had to wonder how he got around in those, and from that she jumped to the conclusion that those were what was off about him. Her conclusion reached, she had another train of thought run off the rails as she noticed the empty table before them.
"Does anyone want anything to eat? Or drink, for that matter?" she asked, leaning forward onto the table.
"Speaking of, I'll buy whatever anyone wants. Gesture of good will and all," Arsenio chimed, patting the side of his coat with his right hand.
"Good guess on my part, then." A smug grin coated Isadora's face, a distinct sign of victory from her.
"Wait, what?" the Glacian wondered, never to receive an answer.