"Hello dear host I am Heela of House Mara" Heela says soft enough for no one besides Fraka and I to hear.
"Unfortunately the mage tower is going to be assaulted by foul mouthed and even fouler smelling barbarians shortly".
"So we came here to your fine establishment".
"I am honored" Fraka bows deeply.
"What do you have"? the young girl asks while taking a seat
"Now Sloan we must remember our etiquette".
"Yes mother".
"Hello dear host I am Sloan daughter of Veil of House Mara".
She deliverers a cold shiver to everyone in the room.
House Mara is nicknamed the Wolf of the Empire.
Like the hounds they are, they will sniff out the Empires enemies and sink their jaws into their throats.
"Good evening dear patron I am Fraka daughter of Beloit" Fraka says bowing to the girl under the black hood.
"What do you have"? Sloan flatly asks, taking a seat four chairs away from me, her mother sitting next to her.
