As it turned out, Ellen Eth kept them waiting for a half candlemark. Refreshments were brought, and although wine wasn’t really his preference Durrak sampled it. One didn’t just waste alcohol. It was dry and a little sour but had overtones of plumbs and hints of some kind of spice he couldn’t quite recognize. It went quite well with the sharp cheese and freshly sliced apples that came alongside on the platter. Lorin didn’t drink or eat anything.
When the door finally opened, it revealed a room with a polished marble floor that gradually widened and rose to a tiered dais. A wide wooden chair with plump crimson cushions rested there and a stunningly beautiful human woman lounged on it. Raven black hair was arranged in a way that was likely intended to look careless and she was holding a crystal goblet with a golden base negligently in her left hand.
The clothing she wore was obviously perfectly tailored to her, a long flowing gown of dark green with so much golden thread embroidery that the color was difficult to see along the sleeves and the neckline. A choker of woven gold held a string of large rubies that shone with inner light and rings adorned every finger.
Durrak noted that none of the guards or attendants were permitted entry. It was either an overconfident boast or a sign of power and control. Noteworthy either way.
“So, you are the fabled warriors who are leading the daring evacuation of Starvale Above.” She purred, “It is an honor to have you visit my humble hall.”
“I do be hearing that declining an invitation from your august self do be hazardous to one’s health.” Durrak said, allowing cigar smoke to curl from his nostrils as he spoke. “What do be the purpose of wanting to meet us?”
“Ah, a blunt Dwarf. What a cliché.” A touch of mischief twinkled at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes stayed cold and calculating. “I have brought you here my dear Battlemaster Caverstorm of the Drakanda style because I intend to attempt to recruit you.”
Lorin’s breath hissed in through his teeth involuntarily and the Lady’s attention switched to him. “My dear Elven Lord, I have not forgotten about you.” She said, the slightest edge creeping into her voice. “When you left without hearing my offer last time I was most put out. It really was rude Lorin.”
“What do you be recruiting for and what do you be offering in return?” Durrak asked, casually leaning on Femurslicer. The ichor that clung to his armor had mostly dried and now was flaking off onto the perfect surface of the floor. Durrak supposed he should feel sorry for the servants who would be required to clean it up, but that wasn’t the point right now.
Ellen Eth focused on him again and smiled in a way that once would have made his heart ache for his lost family. Now all he could feel was contempt for the poor attempt to appeal to a base nature he had cut out of himself.
“The world above is no longer habitable for mortals. We must take refuge in the few hidden places that still exist and defend them against any and all comers.” She gestured with her wine glass and the red liquid inside sloshed over the rim. Before it could soil the thick rug or even stain her pale white skin she frowned slightly in concentration and it reversed course, returning back to the glass.
It was a minor, but very obvious and casual display of arcane power. Here was a woman who could afford to waste Weave on household tasks, even when alone in a room with a pair of very dangerous and accomplished warriors. Her reaction time was also quite admirable, even if it was likely contrived.