At the raised brow Jaques responds to the silent question, "The guests I mentioned to you yesterday should be arriving soon. I'd appreciate it if you didn't pick a fight or try and intimidate them. We could use their support in keeping this place running."
He looks about to say more before movement catches his gaze, drawing his attention to the white glad figure and her darker clad bodyguard approaching. He was surprised to see her guard was out of his fancy ornate armour and in something equally fancy but much less protective. Armour for the estate but fancy dress when out in the world. He didn't even pretend to understand. Though he found his gaze was drawn back to the woman, so fair and out of place in these side alleys. She probably drew the attention of everyone she had passed on her way here.
He gives the pair a shallow bow, his expression carefully neutral in place of his typical scowl. If he noticed the change in demeanor on Val's part he wasn't letting it show. "Greetings and welcome, Lady Faye. Val." He straightens, motioning the silent Duskwight opposite him. The other Duskwight was about the same height as Jaques and outfitted in full plate armour, sans helm, and a sword hanging at his side. He had the typical blue-grey tone of other Duskwights, dark hair, and his face was lined with several scars. Just above the line of his armour they'd also be able to see the top edge of what had to be a nasty scar that ran around the front of his throat, "Our doorguard, Remioux."
After a slight pause he moves to open the front doors. Motioning the pair inside the cool and darker interior, "I hope you had no issues finding the street?"
He looks about to say more before movement catches his gaze, drawing his attention to the white glad figure and her darker clad bodyguard approaching. He was surprised to see her guard was out of his fancy ornate armour and in something equally fancy but much less protective. Armour for the estate but fancy dress when out in the world. He didn't even pretend to understand. Though he found his gaze was drawn back to the woman, so fair and out of place in these side alleys. She probably drew the attention of everyone she had passed on her way here.
He gives the pair a shallow bow, his expression carefully neutral in place of his typical scowl. If he noticed the change in demeanor on Val's part he wasn't letting it show. "Greetings and welcome, Lady Faye. Val." He straightens, motioning the silent Duskwight opposite him. The other Duskwight was about the same height as Jaques and outfitted in full plate armour, sans helm, and a sword hanging at his side. He had the typical blue-grey tone of other Duskwights, dark hair, and his face was lined with several scars. Just above the line of his armour they'd also be able to see the top edge of what had to be a nasty scar that ran around the front of his throat, "Our doorguard, Remioux."
After a slight pause he moves to open the front doors. Motioning the pair inside the cool and darker interior, "I hope you had no issues finding the street?"
