Evangeline fails to resist smiling slightly at his obvious annoyance. Even the rich and powerful were still human it seems. She takes up her drink, her irritation fading as she falls into their typical verbal banter.
"To your bed, Master Otto? Surely you jest. One should know better to bed thine enemy. Though your confidence speaks volumes." She grins, "Though it would be easy enough to impress a novice."
Taking a small sip of her drink, she scans the room as Otto deals with the servant. Many a brow had been raised at her presence, and her lack of formality with Otto. She could see the flittings of curious eyes, wondering what this new player might bring to their game. Her attention is brought back to her companion as he slides the note across the table. Eyes widening slightly, she see's the amount. Evangeline was no stranger to fortune, her family's coffers were as large as any noble house of Ishgard. However their wealth was in property, land, loyalty... such giant sums of money as the Ul'dahns were wont to exchange still astounded her at times.
Finances in Ishgard were as Ice. Growing or shrinking a few rivulets at a time, they stood as monuments tied to and supporting the great houses. However In Ul'dah... they seemed to Evangeline as flickering shadows. A man might be a prince one day, and a pauper the next. Even Otto's meteoric rise astounded her at times, a feat that could happen in Ishgard only over generations.
She nods, though lets the check lie on the table for now. "You did not forget my conditions of course?" Smiling wryly, "I did not forget yours in return. I will wear whatever you wish as not to embarrass you during our visit. Even clothes of your own make should you desire."
"To your bed, Master Otto? Surely you jest. One should know better to bed thine enemy. Though your confidence speaks volumes." She grins, "Though it would be easy enough to impress a novice."
Taking a small sip of her drink, she scans the room as Otto deals with the servant. Many a brow had been raised at her presence, and her lack of formality with Otto. She could see the flittings of curious eyes, wondering what this new player might bring to their game. Her attention is brought back to her companion as he slides the note across the table. Eyes widening slightly, she see's the amount. Evangeline was no stranger to fortune, her family's coffers were as large as any noble house of Ishgard. However their wealth was in property, land, loyalty... such giant sums of money as the Ul'dahns were wont to exchange still astounded her at times.
Finances in Ishgard were as Ice. Growing or shrinking a few rivulets at a time, they stood as monuments tied to and supporting the great houses. However In Ul'dah... they seemed to Evangeline as flickering shadows. A man might be a prince one day, and a pauper the next. Even Otto's meteoric rise astounded her at times, a feat that could happen in Ishgard only over generations.
She nods, though lets the check lie on the table for now. "You did not forget my conditions of course?" Smiling wryly, "I did not forget yours in return. I will wear whatever you wish as not to embarrass you during our visit. Even clothes of your own make should you desire."
