A man was serving juices, wine and water to the guests in a single tray to provide variety of refreshments. When Syna felt someone's presence close by her.
"Good evening, Mr MacLaverty."
A medium heighted man greeted Sinclair in not so happy expressions rather a forced smile that Syna could clearly comprehend that he wasn't the host anyway.
The very moment, Lord Iñigo's eyes landed on Sinclair MacLaverty and he felt himself being drawn to him, as if a magnetic tension was built up between them. The noble Lord was exchanging views about the current situation and rising affairs of different Realm, with some other worldly Lord.
When he couldn't control himself, as that had never occurred before until he saw Lord Sinclair, Iñigo excused himself from the conversation and strode towards the duo, while Lord Sinclair and Phobe were exchanging heated stares.
"Would you please excuse us, Phobe. It is my duty and honour to welcome such a powerful Lord."
