"I'd appreciate it if you didn't pick a fight or try to intimidate them." Remy smirked slightly at Jaques's request, giving a minute shrug before turning his attention to the ally. As the two approached, a vision in white and...A cat, he instinctively placed a hand on his sword. He didn't start to look offensive until Val's own posture changed. He glared at the miqo'te through narrowed eyes, trying to gauge him as a warrior. Still, he stepped aside as Jaques opened the door to the building, cautiously watching Val.
The interior of the building looked nothing like the outside. While the outer stonework was sunbleached, inside was vibrant with color. Silk scarves of all colors hung in graceful drapings over the walls and across the ceiling. Though it lacked windows, it was very well lit with a myriad of candles, lanterns, and oil lamps. Incense burners were scattered about, lending scents of orchids, juniper, and sandalwood. The main entrance had a curved double staircase leading to a second and third floor. To the right, there was an open door to what looked like an office, with an ornate desk and chair visible, and a large bookcase behind. To the left of the stairway, a large open double door to the kitchen, where a petite red-headed hyur patiently waited for Vaughn to finish his project. The woman smiled and nodded politely to the newcomers. Further to the left was an open common room that had a fancy coffee table and two plush red velvet couches on either side of it, and an entrance to a dining room behind that. At the ornate dining table sat another Duskwight, a female, seeming to give lesson of basic mathematics to a group of fifteen men and women of all races. Some of the people seemed to be focused more on each other than whatever the Duskwight woman was saying, but snapped their attention back when they felt her authoritative gaze.
After giving the pair time to get a quick look around, Vaughn emerged from the kitchen, holding a tray that had a large teapot and four teacups, and a bowl of fresh fruits. Grapes, blueberries, rolanberries, and peeled oranges. His waist-length blonde hair was tidied back loosely in a braid that draped over his shoulder. He wore a deep purple vest with gold trim over a vibrant white loose shirt that was clinched around the waist by a yellow-gold sash, form-fitting chestnut pants, and soft mahogany leather boots also trimmed with gold that rose half-way up his shins.
He smiled with a bow, careful not to spill the tray. He had much practice with this. "Mis-- Ah...Lady Faye. Sir Val. A pleasure to see you. Please, sit." He moved toward the common room to set down the tray and start pouring cups of tea.
The interior of the building looked nothing like the outside. While the outer stonework was sunbleached, inside was vibrant with color. Silk scarves of all colors hung in graceful drapings over the walls and across the ceiling. Though it lacked windows, it was very well lit with a myriad of candles, lanterns, and oil lamps. Incense burners were scattered about, lending scents of orchids, juniper, and sandalwood. The main entrance had a curved double staircase leading to a second and third floor. To the right, there was an open door to what looked like an office, with an ornate desk and chair visible, and a large bookcase behind. To the left of the stairway, a large open double door to the kitchen, where a petite red-headed hyur patiently waited for Vaughn to finish his project. The woman smiled and nodded politely to the newcomers. Further to the left was an open common room that had a fancy coffee table and two plush red velvet couches on either side of it, and an entrance to a dining room behind that. At the ornate dining table sat another Duskwight, a female, seeming to give lesson of basic mathematics to a group of fifteen men and women of all races. Some of the people seemed to be focused more on each other than whatever the Duskwight woman was saying, but snapped their attention back when they felt her authoritative gaze.
After giving the pair time to get a quick look around, Vaughn emerged from the kitchen, holding a tray that had a large teapot and four teacups, and a bowl of fresh fruits. Grapes, blueberries, rolanberries, and peeled oranges. His waist-length blonde hair was tidied back loosely in a braid that draped over his shoulder. He wore a deep purple vest with gold trim over a vibrant white loose shirt that was clinched around the waist by a yellow-gold sash, form-fitting chestnut pants, and soft mahogany leather boots also trimmed with gold that rose half-way up his shins.
He smiled with a bow, careful not to spill the tray. He had much practice with this. "Mis-- Ah...Lady Faye. Sir Val. A pleasure to see you. Please, sit." He moved toward the common room to set down the tray and start pouring cups of tea.
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