Angrem Rochmir's page

Even as Sasha fell back on the couch, teeth clenched, and knees weak, Angrem gave a flourish from his brow to the three ladies, his low bow affording a peak at the well-toned torso beneath his loose-fitting silk shirt. "A pleasure to meet you again, Amhranai, Lady Ourson."

There was only the faintest chuckle from Angrem, who extended a hand in introduction to the balding proprietor. "Lady Ourson, this is the man you came to speak with — Mister Lori."

It was just a quick right off the bridge before Master Rochmir held out his left hand to the edifice beside him. "Here we are."

Expression cool, he swept his wintery locks back behind his ears, leading Lady Ourson into the office beyond. An iron plaque by the door read, "Office of the Superintendent: Basilio Lori."

"A man who knows what he wants, hmm?" The suave elf bowed, delivering a gentle kiss to the back of Lureene's hand. "He should fit in well here."

Recovering, he gave a slight tip of his chin. "I'll introduce you to Basilio, he can aid your beau."

"I suppose we need to find the landlord who is in charge of leasing out the penthouse apartments." She looked about the plaza, "There has to be an office around here SOMEWHERE..."

From out of the growing crowd that had stopped to gaze at and admire the curvaceous beauty and her small entourage, Amhranai recognized a voice. "Quite the unlikely band..."

Striding forward, an elegant and handsome white-haired elf, his silk shirt lose and only half-buttoned, gave a gracious bow before Lady Ourson and her companions, flashing Amhranai a cool wink as he did so. "Welcome to The Arcade, Lady Ourson, Dame Amhranai. Moving in, are we?"

In the ominous silence following the Princess' question, a single voice answered.

"You don't."

The master of the half-destroyed Porters' Guild stepped forward, bowing deeply, one arm swung gracefully to the side. "You ask a select few who each speak for their neighbors."

As the elegant, white-haired elf straightened, his left arm remained outstretched, and after a moment it became clear that he was drawing the attention of those assembled to a particular focus...

Amhranai.

Angrem nodded knowingly at Amhranai's wisdom, "Given time, even mountains decrease. Sorrow on the other hand..."

A long, slow sigh escaped Master Rochmir as the two barons argued back and forth. Looking to Amhranai he said, "Here we go again," before turning his attention to upcoming spectacle.

There, in the center of the great hall, the master chef had finished sharpening his knife and now and approached the boar, the orchestra building tension with every stroke of their strings, every swell of their horns.

"Spirited indeed," the master wainwright remarked, tinking his own glass against the one Carlina herself had raised.

"Merely an aspect of our longevity," he waved his hand dismissively, "forget I mentioned it."

"To answer your question," he smirked at Amhranai, "I think she's clever enough to know that she is herding cats."

"Hmm," Angrem's brow furrowed as he contemplated the matter. "Even amongst other deities Súmalya is complex. I would say that we elves share a more holistic relationship with the Queen of Hearts."

The elf spared a momentary glance at the women beside him before suggesting, "I suspect their domestics could tell you."

"His inclusion into any discussions and the resultant bluster will have to be a burden all of us bear to avoid a potentially combative dining experience."

Movement and the sound of displeasure caught Angrem's attention as Luca Petronius assented to joining Sindariel at Lord Bonati's table. With a tip of his head, the white-haired elf remarked, "Off to a good start already..."

The elf gave a quiet chuckle and replied simply, "It depends on the man..."

Carlina smiled gratefully at Amhranai and sat near her, Angrem taking a seat on the outside while gesturing to Rinaldo that he should sit opposite him. At the priestess' commentary, the white-haired elf smirked and asked, "Would that disappoint you?"

Even as Carlina shifted her gaze to Amhranai, an apologetic look on her face, the tall, white-haired elf beside her approached the priestess. Motioning to the empty seats beside her he asked, "May we?"

"Heh," the handsome cartwright gave a smile to the beautiful Baroness by his side before nodding to the black-hair, tattooed elf not far behind him. "Care to answer, Amhranai?"

"Modest too," Angrem noted as the two shared a glance.

"And Baroness Mondracus?" the master cartwright said smoothly, "As charming as she is generous."

In one motion, he swept Lureene's hand from Rinaldo's palm and gave it a gentle kiss as he bowed to the golden-winged lady.

"Join you?" The elf's smooth voice suddenly came from behind the human and Rinaldo turned with surprise to find the Baroness' hand resting lightly atop the crooked arm of the master cartwright, a look of relief on her face.

Nodding his head in gratitude, a subtle smile on his face, Angrem replied with but a single word, "Gladly."

Even though the older gentleman was oblivious to it, there was simply no way the Baroness could have adequately concealed her pained grimace as a smile to anyone else. Yet even as time seemed to slow as the whaling tycoon reached for her hand, the sound of a horse approaching at a brisk trot and the ring of carriage wheels on stone reached the group.

"HYAA!" With a bold yet practiced call, and a crack of the reins, a lightly built phaeton raced up the driveway and into the roundabout, a ruggedly handsome elf with billowing hair the driver.

With stopping distance swiftly running out, a moan of panic escaped Lord Gallo and he tensed up, holding his ring bedecked arms in front of himself as if to ward off a blow. Yet with a firm, "WHOOOA!" and the hiss of a brake being engaged, the single-horse racing buggy drew to a stop a mere three feet from the man.

With a smirk, gave the white steed a pat on the neck and nodded at the nearby Marshal. "You ride?" he asked.