Roleplay from Selenia JeVondair[/size]all nobles of Greater Xavax[/size][/color][/size]The Feast of the Black Swan was in full swing. Outside, watchful Imperial Guards stood sentinel as servants streamed back and forth.
"WE NEED MORE WINE" One shouted.
"AND MEAD TOO!" chimed another.
"THE ROAST ISN'T FINISHED YET" cried a harried third.
The business of entertaining the entire Phoenix Court was a hectic one indeed. And so it was with little surprised that a cloaked and coweled figure was able to approach the entrance to the Black Swan unnoticed as the harried guards signed for deliveries and waved servants on through. The figure coughed. A polite sound that somehow cut through the noise. The guards challenged him, one whipping out a clipboard naming invitees while the other layed a hand lightly on the pommel of his short-sword.
"Oi! What'r you then. hey?"
"Expected." The figure replied in a smooth baritone as he reached into his cloak slowly so as not to alarm them, and withdrew a small, wax-sealed enveloped bearing the crest of no-less a personage than the Prime Minister of Ancient Sirion himself. He handed it to the first guard while the second checked him for weapons very carefully. This one had an aura about him, a presence, that demanded close attention. The guard's eyes widened and he showed the seal to his mate, who seemed similarly surprised. They waved him through, knowing any bearer of a Royal Seal would be far above their own pay-grade, but both peered closer and the figure through back is hood, revealing a half-mask that circled back far enough to hide the wearer's ears. It was shaped to resemble a swan and plated in black glass from the Obsidian Isles that reflected the torchlight brilliantly. The visitor from Sirion walked passed them and crossed the threshold into the main hall where the Nobles of Xavax had gathered to celebrate.[/color]
