Dinner and wine
@esmald @esmaldlavellan
Vector frowned. Deeply. He did not desire visitors. Ever. This time, things were different. The sky had torn, the Chantry was being exceptionally useless, as were the templars. They seemed to have all but disappeared. The mages were running rampant, and undead were rising from the ground, to top it off, civil war. So a visit from the inquisition, and the inquisitor herself, perhaps would rattle some of the so called ‘strong nobles’ of Orlais. He just wished he did not have to start this.
Despite his reluctance, he stood there by the door to welcome them. His black hair combed carefully to the side. His garb, pristine and perfect. Hands were gloved, and the only skin that showed, was his face. He was after all, Nevarran. Orlais and their stupid masks, were hardly hygienic.
The one opening the gates for the inquisition group was a horned brute. Ox-men as some called them, others called then qunari or Tal-vasoth. He called them kossith.
“Your visitors are here Lord Armendariz.”
Vector took a step down to show gracefulness,s and willingness to meet with them.
“Welcome. A pleasure to have you visit on such a day as today!”
