His steely gaze locked unto her own and the Elezen, a gallant Lord with a grim expression, was no other than Haurchefant himself. For the first time, Rivienne's feet were planted on the ground and her limbs stiffened in place. It was not his glare that caught her off-guard, for she was getting used to such from most of the sentries - but the sudden change of expression when she was announced.Â
"It is rather warm here," the accented voice spilled from Rivienne's lips quietly, but it was enough to resonate within the room. Golden eyes did not linger on him for too long; she observed the room and was drawn immediately to the roaring fire.Â
"Come forth and warm yourself by our hearth," he followed her gaze and soon every motion she made when redirecting herself away from the fireplace to stand before him. A quick sweep of the eyes and he sized up the woman before him, settling his gaze on her bow and quiver full of arrows for a few seconds longer. His eyes sought her own.
"There is little time for pleasantries and comforts," Rivienne reached into her satchel and gathered the rolled missive to present to him. She wanted to get this affair over with and continue on with her search, but the serious look he wore, whilst reading, told of a different path she was going to take.
"This does not bode well, there has been talk about heretics within the High Houses, but such is probably not of your concern. Tell me of your other reason for an audience."
The rosary was presented to him and a perplexed expression crossed his face. He didn't recognize it. Could it be that her brother had not made it this far? The thought caused concern but it melted away when he picks it up and gives it another look over.
"I have seen this before. Let me look into this, for the time being, I'd like you to step outside with a few of my knights, watch them train, and I invite you to join them if you will.." He spoke quietly and watched her turn away, though she had a feeling something was amiss --from the way he looked at her upon her leave.