@unwaivering
Wine flowed from a crystal stemmed vessel to a pair of crystal cups that sang faintly from the intrusion, to share with her guest and be as gracious a hostess as she could be. The private parlour was away from prying eyes and eavesdropping, with a warm fire crackling away merrily in the hearth to ensure Kahlan would be comfortable. Whilst Sonja herself required nothing to ward of the cold, she knew her mountain-hold of a castle had quite the bitter chill to mortals.
"Please, sit. And drink, you must be terribly thirsty from your travels. You needn't worry, you are a guest, and none here will violate the law of Hospitality." Sonja assured her, settling down on a nearby chair after she'd set down a crystal glass for Kahlan. She knew that King Arthur would one day send a liaison to her people, and frankly they were lucky that she had taken his father's throne. He would not have been sympathetic to their cause.
"What brings you this far east, if I may ask? Just to begin peace and alliance talks....or is there something I should be wary of?" Sonja sipped from her glass, paying little heed that the rich burgundy of the wine would likely remind the other woman of her primary diet. In truth she rarely fed on any mortal, all of those under her command acted similarly and found other means to sate their thirst.
"Of course, should you need lodging for the night, that I can provide."