"Like anyone else wants to travel this far out of the way, old lady Descent." Calling her old was a stretch, the person was just ten years older than lady Dyne. Night black hair and almost trademarked unattractive looks, Descent wasn't much to look at, however most stewards used magic to bring themselves closer to their idealized appearance where this one choose not to.
"You never know, most normal people get a thrill from that slight connected feeling they get from following lady Nyx." Descent had a slight gravel to her voice which gave her an old feeling, it helped that she was over three hundred years old.
"Greeting to lady Descent by the way." Remembering a hint of manners lady Dyne greeted her senior.
"Greetings to teacher Dyne, please for give me for not greeting you first." There wasn't a hint of apology in her tone but they went way back so it wasn't needed.
