Andrion recovered first, his natural charm reasserting itself.
"By all means! Any room you grace is improved by your presence."
He gestured to the cushions.
"Please, join us. Though I don't believe we've had the pleasure of an introduction?"
"Syrene," the woman replied, settling onto the cushions with fluid grace. She positioned herself beside Jolthar, close enough that he could smell her perfume, something exotic and intoxicating. "I'm... let's say a patron of the finer establishments in Cahns'ar."
"Well, Syrene," Andrion said, clearly delighted by this development, "you've chosen excellent company for the evening. Allow me to introduce Prince Milan—" Milan nodded, still somewhat transfixed "—and Baron Jolthar Kaezhlar of Tekkora."
Something flickered in Syrene's eyes at Jolthar's name.
"Ah. The famous baron. The whole city has been talking about you."
She reached for a bottle of wine and poured a cup for herself, then refilled Jolthar's with smooth efficiency.
