The Laurent Gardens don't look at ALL like a place where a guy randomly died a few weeks back. They're in that pre-spring stage where everything is READY for spring as soon as things warm up. Planters, seeds, dirt, ALL THE THINGS. For now they're tucked to one side for plenty of seating and moving around space. There are tables of food with plenty of milk and tea available, as well as Artshall Mead for those who //must// have something harder to drink. Oh, and there are cookies, decorated just for this thing. Have a cookie.

Norwood himself is by some of that seating, greeting those who enter as they approach him - or not. "Welcome, thank you for coming. It's wonderful to see you," etc. That kind of thing.

Octavian, a silken spaniel, Chloe, a very excitable secretary arrive, following Zoey.

Zoey arrives, following Ian.

Mirari walks into the garden, glancing around with slightly raised eyebrows. "Oh this is pretty." She murmurs, more to herself than anyone else as she approaches Norwood. "So, did you bake these cookies?" She asks, giving him an amused look.

Mirari picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Ian shows up with Zoey tagging along, and Zoey's secretary tagging along behind Zoey. He's mostly watching his feet, especially on the more uneven ground of the outdoors, and looking generally like he has no business being a Sword.

Salvadore, a fire salamander arrives, delivering a message to Quenia before departing.

Entering with his arm wrapped around Quenia's, Cullen makes his way into the garden with a curious look, swords on hip, like that's a surprise. "Oh look, Marquessa...little sword cookies. I wonder if the Baron made them himself?" Grey eyes fix inquisitively on Norwood before he whispers loudly to her, "Might be important to know...I'm not sure if the Baron knows how to bake."

Quenia wanders in with Cullen, gently holding his arm as they make their entrance. A touch of mirth easily alights within her eyes at his little joke. "Perhaps you should test one? I imagine if it's not to terrible it may have been someone else that baked them. There are a lot of bakers in the city," she tells him. "Though, I do not believe I've had the chance to meet Baron Norwood."

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly arrives, following Delilah.

Delilah arrives, following Kaldur.

Veronica is no stranger to the Laurent Manse - she is even less of a stranger to Norwood. Spotting the host, she heads straight for him. Of course, there's a Mirari there, so the latter receives a nod of greeting first. "Mistress Mirari, it has been a while. Congratulations on your appointment to Sword of Lenosia." And then turning to Norwood, Veronica breaks into a wide grin and spreads her arms for a proper hug. "Somehow, I have yet to properly congratulate you for your ennoblement, /Baron/ Norwood."

Norwood has a cookie himself and was ALMOST about to eat into it when people are remarking about his ability to bake. "I raised my daughter by myself, I know a few tricks in the kitchen." See all those gray hairs? Those are from his daughter+all the rest of the children Norwood has had to push through adolescence. "However, no. I did not make these. You can feel safe eating them."

2 Grimhall House Guards, Gustav, a gruff Islander advisor arrive, following Valdemar.

Also, Veronica gets a broad smile and Norwood envelops her in a hug as is proper. "I am so glad you were able to make it Lady Veronica."

There's a snort as Thorley arrives on the heels of that. "I didn't realize this was an assassination attempt, Baron Norwood." the knight comments with a smirk as he snags a cookie. Not for himself. There's a wife and now a little girl at home that would adore them.

Thorley picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Lord Kaldur has yet to set foot into this Ward and he does with a most agreeable companion, the Lady Delilah Whitehawk on his arm. He makes his courtesies, seeking out the man arranged this meeting, "Baron Clement," Kaldur grins broadly, turning loose briefly of his companion, and bowing, hand on Wavedancer's hilt, "Thank you for having us." He straightens and lifts Delilah's hand by way introduction, "Lady Delilah Whitehawk, Baron." Cookies? Kaldur's blue green eyes track a tray of attractive cookies, but he's got introductory business to do. Attention returned to the Baron, his mind continues to plot the trajectory of that enticing tray. A strategic mind has many uses.

Mirari gives the cookie a look, and she puts it in a waxed pouch before stowing it away. "Thank you." She says to Veronica, dipping her head politely towards the woman. She makes her way to the mead, getting a tankard before she takes a seat in the first place she finds.

Mirari has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Ian pauses after coming in, and looks around. There's uncertainty in his gaze; what he's doing right now could best be described as 'hesitating'.

Dagon was not the first or last to arrive - stepping inside and offering a bow to those within, out of habit, before he continued inside. Moving to meet the host, first, and offering a smile. "I believe this is the first of such gatherings I've heard of, but it is a rather good idea." and because his features often made people wary, for those who knew his grandfather. "Duke Dagon Tyde. My thanks for the hosting of this, Baron Norwood."

"Well, the grey hairs do lend an air of authenticity to your words, I'll have to try a cookie then. Speaking of, how is Adalyn taking to your elevation?" Picking up a cookie with a look of brave resolve, Cullen gives Mirari a languid wave, as well as Veronica. "Mirari, Lady Veronica. Pleasure to see you both." Turning his head to regard Quenia again, he murmurs with a relaxed look upon his coppery brow, "I think the cookies are safe. And Laurent mead, of course, is the finest there is."

Cullen picks up Sugar sword cookies.

"I'm sure the cookies are lovely," Quenia says warmly to Norwood, then introduces herself. "I'm Marqussa Quenia Ignseri. I do hope I'm not intruding. Lord Cullen asked me along for this evening." She smiles over at Cullen as she says this. And then she sees a few other familiar faces. She wiggles fingers in Ian's direction, and nods in Mirari's direction - recognizing the sword of Velenosa and fellow mirrorguard.

Zoey shoos off some nagging messengers. "Go. I'll deal with you later." And she turns to find Ian in the ground, hesitating though he may be, and she reaches out to lightly touch the man's elbow. Just an indication of presence.

Veronica gives Norwood a big hug in turn, but doesn't monopolize his time as he is playing host this evening. Stepping aside, she glances up at Norwood's head and quietly adds to him, "You forgot your fancy hat." before letting him greet the various guests. "Lord Cullen." She lifts her head at Cullen in greeting, along with his "date" Quenia. Others are registered as introductions are made; Thorley receives a brief look of recognition, and a silent nod of greeting, and then there is Dagon. Or Donrai? Hmmm.

"Duke Tyde." Perhaps determined to be contrary, Ian reacts to the sight of Dagon passing by him as though he's been snapped out of a daze by someone familiar. He closes the distance towards Dagon in a couple of careful steps wherein he doesn't stare at his feet. "It's been a while. Baron Norwood." Since Dagon's in the process of introducing himself, that puts Ian to where he ought to be greeting Norwood, too. He figures this out belatedly. Catching Quenia's wave, he nods a greeting to her, as well.

Mirari winks at Quenia and wiggles her fingers at the Marquessa, settling into her nice cozy nook. She takes a drink of her mead before she nods in Dagon's direction. "I believe I met you briefly during the Thrax tour, yes?" She gazes at Norwood, a slight grin on her face. "Yes, this was an excellent idea. I do hope you do it again."

Any event that features cookies invariably tempts even the most diligent, stalwart of individuals. Doughty no one will ever rightly describe Delilah as, unless they are three sheets to the wind. She meanders at ease through the Laurent household, mindful where her hems swish and taking in all with wide, curious eyes. "Baron Clement," she says cheerfully, voice lilting higher. "I am so pleased to make your acquaintance a second time in the span of a week." And a good many others, which shall be reckoned in rapid stead as she accompanies Kaldur with an ease of matters. Since she has a free hand, gathering two cookies and a napkin will not be impossible. Sooner or later, the server will be within striking distance, and she shall pay her tithe for kindness in turn. Familiarity is a thing of measured certainty, the better to nod to others and smile for those she knows.

So many people to answer to, but Thorley get's Norwood's attention first as he raises an eyebrow at the knight. "And here I thought you simply going home to Violet's care was the assassination attempt." A halfsmile before he turns to the other guests. "Welcome, Lord Kaldur, Lady Quenia, Lord Cullen, Duke Dagon. It is a pleasure to put your face with the name that I've heard." It's said with a bow to the duke from the newest Baron of the compact. "We, Mistress Mirari and I, thought it might be a well thing if more of the Compact's swords knew one another. Another point of contact if disagreements should arise."

Delilah picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Valdemar arrives alone, looking around the place intently to get his bearings before he begins to walk toward the event's host. Along the way, he briefly waves to Mirari, before bowing when he reaches the area where Norwood and Duke Tyde are speaking. "Good day, Baron Norwood, and you as well Duke Dagon. It is a pleasure to see you again," he greets them after rising.

"Ha. No more than when yours puts you through the etiquette ringer." Thorley offers with a snort. In terms of rank, he's one of thee lesser Swords here. Moving out of the way, there's a bow of his head in proper greetings to all those upper titles. "Thorley Sandreef, from Westrock Reach." His hand rests on the side of the black blade he carries.

Zoey gets a basket of goods for delivery from a monogrammed black calfskin satchel with silk lining.

"It is, isn't it?" Kaldur agrees heartily with Duke Dagon's assessment, "Baron Norwood's already-" Oh, there go the cookies. "-impressing." He tracks the elusive tray and rounds back to the conversation, "Oh, Mirari, this is your doing as well?" He turns his attention to her, staying close to Delilah in this company she may or may not know. He makes sure to introduce her as he can. "Lady Delilah, Mist- Messere Mirari, Sword of Lenosia." In a lower voice, "She makes a most amusing 'dammit doll.'" A grin for the Sword and Crafter, "Among other things. Kaldur swipes a thumb across the bands of his puzzle ring.

Dagon nods his agreement, his gaze moving between each of the others in turn as greetings are made, a nod here and there to go with the greetings. "And to see you, Lord Grimhall. I hope you have been well?" the reason for the gathering making him quirk a smile, especially as he nods to Mirari. It is clear he's got a question or inquiry, but is waiting for the right time to phrase it - patiently giving plenty of time for the introductions and greetings to go around.

Mirari gets to her feet, bowing briefly in Delilah's direction. "Pleased to meet you, Lady Delilah." She shifts her gaze to Kaldur and a slight grin twitches her lips. "Yes, I should make a damnit doll of you and send it to his nice lady, just in case you give her any trouble." She sounds like she might be teasing. She shrugs before she speaks again. "Norwood and I sat down to do our best to destroy all of the milk in the Velenosa Estate, and this came up in our discussion."

Zoey is arm candy for Ian at this function, offering small and quiet smiles of greetings as introductions are made. She cannot, however, help the curiosity in her gaze.

When Dagon nods to him and moves on, Ian fades away from the group of people around Norwood and out towards the edges of the crowd.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I have heard about your many great deeds, Baron. I do hope to see you succeed." Quenia says in reply to Norwood, though she does give him a curious glance when he says he's heard about her and is putting her face to a name. That curious look is then transferred to Cullen for a moment, like she suspects he's the culprit. It's possible!! She speaks quietly to Cullen, "Outside of Lord Ian and Mistress Mirari, I don't know anyone else here." Thus, leaving him an opening to make introductions should he like to do so.

Bright eyes mark each individual that Kaldur presents her to, and Delilah flashes a ready smile. "Messere Mirari. I see oft your work, and hear a great deal more of it. How lovely to be able to place a face to the talent." She laughs the further at mention of the damnit doll, and shakes her coppery hair, threads of fire scored down her dark cloak. "I consider it a signal honour if a doll is fashioned. My sister might want one too."

"I am afraid Mirari has the wrong of it - I'm not sure that the Velenosa estate has milk within it. I thought to make up for that lack," A gesture towards the table, "Here. If you will pardon me?" Norwood edges through the crowd and makes his way towards Ian and Zoey, bowing slightly when he reaches the pair. "Lord Ian, I am glad you were able to make it."

'Milk' Kaldur mouthes. "I have heard more than one mention of an excess of milk these last few days." He pauses, "Oh, it's a dearth, then? I may know what became of it!" Kaldur beams at mention of Kenna, "Aye, she's who introduced me to Mesere Mi-" the young man's brow furrows.

Caught in the act of looking for very possibly a potted plant to hide in, Ian turns back towards Norwood. "Baron. Thank you for having it." The small talk comes out stilted. He's really bad at this.

Zoey offers a slight curtsey when Norwood arrives, though she remains silent as Ian is the man with the sword! Those warm brown eyes flick over faces, a wave for Mirari... For Cullen... For Kaldur and Dagon... And then, her eyes brighten. Slightly more pointedly, she gestures at Deliliah. As in, she points at her. Almost accusingly. And then the biggest, brightest smile curls across her lips.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Zoey before departing.

Zoey puts a basket of goods for delivery in a monogrammed black calfskin satchel with silk lining.

"Yes, I have been well, Duke Dagon, thank you. I hope that you and yours can say the same?" Valdemar asks of his fellow Mourning Islander. He then overhears the talk about Mirari's work, and turns to remark to her and Delilah, "She /is/ talented, isn't she? My wife comes home with all sorts of beautiful things when she goes to Mistress Corsetina's shop. Even I have a piece of her work, myself."

Peering over at Norwood with a curious squint, Cullen's grey eyes cut back to Quenia with a slight shrug. "Perhaps the bees told him..." Tapping his temple to emphasize the fact, the Sword of Greenhaven then nods briskly at the Marquessa. "Lady Zoey Kennex, Lady Delilah Whitehawk, Sir Thorley Sandreef, Dame Esoka..." he mentions with a bow to them, then gestures to the Igniseri woman whose arm he is holding. "May I introduce you all and Marquessa Quenia Igniseri."

"Oh if you want a damnit doll, you shall have one. You and your sister." Mirari says to Delilah, a wide smile on her face. "I'll see to it at some point in the next few days. Everyone needs a stuffed doll to whack against something when they get fussy." She moves to retake her seat, shifting so that her weapons don't get in her way.

Norwood has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Zoey has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Ian has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Thorley has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Dagon nods his agreement, "I have been at least keeping myself occupied. Sometimes, by nature, that can be boring - but lately has been fairly rewarding." at Cullen's introduction, he offers Quenia a bow. "Marquessa Igniseri. A pleasure to meet you." remaining standing, even as others find their own seats here and there. Looking entirely comfortable to be where he was for the moment.

admits to Quenia shortly after, "If I didn't introduce them, I don't know who they are. Oh, except Lady Veronica Keaton, she's great." Pointing out Veronica, "Marquessa Quenia Igniseri. And now I know who Duke Dagon is, so that's fortuitous." Glancing up at the treehouse, a wistful look crosses his face for a moment before searching out more conventional seating.

"One can never quite trust milk. It caused the cessation of propriety the other night," murmurs Delilah sidelong to those who might hear her. Sotto voce, she makes no actual attempt to conceal the warning branded in brilliant tones of mirth. The better for those glittering eyes to take note of another starry presence in their midst, and, of course, that fatal recognition from Zoey. "Oh dear." Or rather, oh, dear! That light uplift meets with a wounded mark, her hand over her heart, leaving a trace of sugar crystals for good measure. Then bright and certain greeting. A sheer, stark smile matching Zoey's for wattage returns. They know one another, cearly. But there is something fascinating to be handled; first, to Valdemar. "Incredibly so. I fear stepping into that shop or else any coin I own vanishes into smoke. But fashionable smoke, the very thing." With a neat dip of a curtsey, she dances on to the next introduction. "Ah! Marquessa Igniseri, it's a delight to meet you as well."

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly have been dismissed.

"Yeah. Word of advice, don't let Amanda decide who gets invited to such events in the future." Thorley's response may be a little flat, as he tucks the cookies away to take home as he settles into place. "Anyone have any interesting adventures of late?"

Esoka is just arriving at the get-together, and misses any greetings directed to her as she comes through the door. She proceeds to Norwood direct, though, flashing him a toothy smile. "Sir...oh. Apologies. Lord and Baron Norwood. I thank you for putting this together. I didn't want to miss it, even if I'm not carrying the Twain any longer." She offers a general bow to the room. "I'm called Dame Esoka Greenblood, for those who I've not yet. Previously Sword of House Riven. I'm pursuing other paths now, but I shall always remember carrying it."

Cullen has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

Ian gives Norwood a blank look. Is that the tiniest bit of panic in his eyes? "... I do?"

Quenia glances over at Mirari, hearing her comment about dammit dolls. "Oh!" she perks up a bit, then says with a sly look. "I may need to order one of those, on the down low. I have some issues to resolve with someone that can't be done in person." Oh, and there's Cullen introducing her to people now. She inclines her head and gives each a warm smile, that also reaches her eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, Lady Zoey, Lady Delilah, Sir Thorley." She also smiles in Dagon's direction. "A pleasure to meet you as well." She may have heard his name from someone earlier! She also perks up when Cullen says Keaton. She looks over in Veronica's direction. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Veronica. And congratulations on your House's rise to March-hood."

Valdemar remains on his feet as well, nodding in understanding when Dagon talks of keeping occupied. "Yes, it can be dull at times, depending on just what you are occupying yourself with. Even the most tedious work can bring satisfaction when it is finally done, though," he muses aloud, sounding as if he speaks from recent experience. Letting out a low laugh when Delilah mentions the effect that Mirari's shop has on coin, he comments, "Yes, I have noticed the same happen to our own coin. I am Lord Valdemar Grimhall, by the way, Heir to and Sword of Grihem's Point."

Quenia has joined the a cozy sofa nook.

"A pleasure to meet you, Marquessa Quenia. And thank you; my cousins Kael and Reigna deserve the credit." Veronica acknowledges, silently flashing Cullen a nod of gratitude for offering up names of various folks she doesn't actually know. Each receives a nod, while she mentally connects the name to each face. "Lady Zoey. Lady Delilah. Dame Esoka." There is a pause as she gestures at Thorley. "Sir Thorley and I went on a patrol or two together at Southport. Some time ago."

Kaldur smiles warmly at Mirari after their whispered exchange and nods. And then LOOKS at Delilah, "You weren't bathing in it were you?" Kaldur peers at her, "With honey and blueberries and- Ehm," his ears turn a bit pink and he clears his throat. "Would you like something to drink or eat, Lady Whitehawk?" The names are flying fast and fierce, as he makes his way to food and beverage, the young knight murmuring his own greetings in return, "Lord Kaldur Seliki," bow, "Lord Kaldur Seliki, nice to meet you, Your Grace," bow, scoot, "Lord Kaldur-excuse-me-pardon!" He ducks his excuse and chases down the cookie-bearing server. Aha!

Mirari grins at Quenia, nodding slowly. "Just give me the details here, and we'll see what I can do." She murmurs, tapping her ear briefly. She winks at Valdemar, her voice piping up, amused. "I sent your wife a gift, she's been my best customer recently."

Norwood leans to whisper something to Thorley before turning his attention back to the gathering. "I am so glad you were able to join us Dame Esoka!" That has a real smile behind it, "The experience of returning the honor of our houses is one that all of us must face at some point. Your perspective is invaluable." Turning back to Ian Norwood nods firmly despite the man's look of panic. "We are emissaries of honor. Unless you seem to feel you do not embody that?" Eyebrow upticked.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Zoey before departing.

A dearth of introductory requirements upon her part leave Delilah to soak up all the unfamiliar faces, and paint a constellation of new ones. To Duke Tyde, she gives a light dip of her chin and knee, though with that dress in its layered state, who can really be sure? It moves simply because she imagines so. "I assume that Of Works Obscura deserves the coin. I, for one, relish intriguing eccentricities and obcurities that enliven the city. My purse, well." Leaving the matter at that, she inclines her head to Mirari, giving all due in that direction. "A delight to make your acquaintance, Lord Valdemar. I hear you come from beautiful country up that way." She certainly doesn't fail to mark Kaldur's reactions, given they stand beside one another. "Anything you please, Lord Kaldur." Oh gods, spare them Lady Whitehawk. A covert look to Zoey might be speaking volumes about divide and conquer; she nonetheless shifts through conversation points, holding up her cookie to Cullen. Perhaps a Greenmarcher can be -lured-!

Glancing to Veronica when he's mentioned, Thorley finds himself considering Southport before offering a bow of his head to Veronica. There's a nod to Norwood. He's apparently dropping whatever thought he had before he gives a little grunt. He's not even sure where to begin, so he just stays in place and lets the more social deal with each other.

Zoey glances at Delilah and grins. Clearly they're going to tun into each other -soon-, and then all abyss will break loose. She glances at Ian and murmurs quietly to the man.

Ian opens his mouth, and then closes it. There's a moment where it looks like he's trying to figure out what the right answer is. He actually looks over at Zoey, like she's going to save him, but whatever she says do him doesn't seem to clear things up much: "I'm... not really sure what that means. Putting Kennex back on the right path was a group effort. I don't know that any one person could take credit." A pause. "Or... I guess they could. But it wouldn't be right to do so." Another pause. "Unless the Marquis has, in which case I won't contradict him."

Smiling briefly when Mirari addresses him, Valdemar responds to her, "No doubt she will love it. Or does, if she has already received it. Either way, I am sure she will show me soon." He then turns his attention back to Delilah, inclining his head when she mentions his home in the Isles. "I might be a bit biased, but yes, Grihem's Point is a beautiful place. Do you know someone who has visited recently?" he asks her with idle curiosity in his voice.

Mirari nods to Valdemar, raising her voice slightly. "She already received it, and I think she likes it. I'll see if I see it on her neck when she's out and about. Something Cullen says quietly makes her turn her head, responding to him in the same quiet tones.

Norwood was watching Thorley for that nod, and once it is given, he turns his attention back to Ian. "I have been told I'm not particularly gifted when it comes to orating. Ah, let me try again." Norwood pauses and thinks hard, "In my time holding Queensguard, I have felt one of my duties is to be a living example of what House Laruent stands for, their sense of honor being an essential component. Would you feel the same with regards to your place as Sword of Stormward Sword?"

Zoey looks at Norwood for a moment, smiling warmly. "Baron Clement. It's lovely to see you again." Thaat greeting made, she leans in, kisses Ian's cheek and then takes a half step back.

Is Norwood trying to get the discussion going now? Veronica isn't quite sure, but she glances towards Thorley again, and this time makes her way over to the knight to offer an additional piece of greeting, albeit quietly. "And congratulations on your marriage to Commandant Marjawn."

2 House Velenosa Guards arrives, following Alistair.

Esoka looks around for a drink. "It was bittersweet, to part with the Twain, but it was time," Esoka says to Norwood. Offering a "Hello" to Zoey and Ian. "Oh, Lord Ian, I should say congratulations on your appointment as the Sword of Kennex. It's a weight, the Sword, but one I felt I became stronger for carrying."

Quenia settles on the cozy sofa with Cullen and Mirari, and makes certain to arrange her skirts around her in a neat fashion. She holds quiet conversation on the sofa as she also absorbs the various conversations going on around her. She gives Ian a bit of a comforting look when he seems put on the spot a bit. As an aside to Mirari she says, "As a Marquessa, I find the gathering quite interesting, and the purpose for it admirable. I hope to be naming a Sword in the future, once I unearth what my brother's have done with ours prior to my taking over House Igniseri."

Esoka has joined the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Mirari smiles at Quenia, nodding along as she speaks. "I was quite surprised when I was asked to hold Mirror Blade, a little frightened as well. I hope that I manage not to make a muck up of it." She lets out a sigh and leans in to whisper something to the Marquessa.

"Thank you, Dame Poopyhead." Thorley offers a slight smile at that. "Though we have been married for months - just spent some time apart. And well, made the best of the return." There's a little smile at that. He doesn't seem to be the very talkative for the most part, letting others make the conversation.

"A naturalist that I met among the Scholars. He swore he'd never seen such pure seas and primal shores that met in perilous balance. An isle so carved by the elements he described clear enough I might even know a little of it, having never been. To stand on the spindrift-stricken strait with the green spires at his back and the surging waves singing among the sand-dappled strands and submerged pinnacles was, I am told, captivating." Delilah tempers her reply to Valdemar with a particularly melodious cant, plucking on chords of recollection until certain. She continues to track the whereabouts of her curly-haired partner in less than criminal social acts, Zoey monitored in discreet fashion. Sooner than not, she needs to find somewhere to sit.

Quenia blinks faintly at whatever it is Mirari whispers, a look of disbelief on her features.

It suddenly gets awkward when the Inquisition arrives. The High Inquisitor of the Crown's Inquisition is proceeded by a trio of rather burley and surley looking Confessors. More brawn then brains, but they act nice at least. No stealing of the finger food. Alistair arrives bedecked in his Inquisitorial uniform. Lots of ominous black and red, a Sentinel brooch upon his shoulder. His hands are clasped tightly behind his back and he surveys the group of supposedly well armed individuals.

Ian is about to say something to Norwood when Zoey speaks to him. He looks back at her like she just grew a second head. "That's a terrible idea." Then he looks back to Norwood. "It's duty for us, I guess. Or that's how I always saw it, growing up."

Kaldur returns to Lady Delilah bearing gifts: beverages and cookies. He will play the part of valet, holding the plate and managing the awkward task of juggling of plate and dish with ample deftness. He gapes at Delilah and blinks towards Norwood, "I've found your oration writer, m'lord Baron." He grins at Delilah, "I could almost feel the wind." Kaldur clears his throat at the discussion of actual Swords. "Is the House Sword, ehm," his ears color slightly, "Whatever you say it is?"

Veronica isn't the type to be embarrassed, but now her face turns a bit red when Thorley calls her /that/. Wait, is he just calling her names now? Because if he is, wouldn't she be angry rather than embarrassed. "Let us not... bring that up again." She tells him, trying to be discreet. But wait, hang on. Veronica perks up when she sees one of her work bosses shows up. What.

When Delilah describes his home in such poetic terms, she holds Valdemar's attention captive, a somewhat wistful look in his eyes. "I am not sure I have ever heard it described so well, my Lady. Thank you for sharing his words with me," he tells her, bowing his head to her slightly in appreciation before she slips away. He then seeks out a drink before looking for a seat, himself. Eventually, he approaches the sofas where Mirari sits with a couple of others that he does not recognize. "Would you mind some more company?" he asks them all.

Norwood casts an inquisitive look at Zoey for whatever terrible idea she might have imparted to Zoey, but doesn't ask beyond that look. Alistair gets a bow from the baron, "Welcome my Lord, we were just discussing the various percieved duties of a house Sword." Or that's what Norwood was edging around to, HI TOPIC OF CONVERSATION. When Kaldur speaks Norwood turns to the younger man and smiles. "I am sure Lady Delilah's skills are quite keen, but I have a woman in mind for the position." Everyone here gets ONE guess on who that is, "I'm not sure I understand your question my Lord? Do you speak of the weapon itself, or of the person who bears it?"

Norwood gets the Alistair stare. There is nothing caring within it. The once prodigal man peers at him in an eerie silence. "That is good to hear, duties are the foundation of House Swords." the large man rumbles out as his eye surveys those who are present. "And each of the storied blades that have a master here should hold to those duties. Perhaps I could make a brief statement? Impart some personal knowledge upon the many House Swords who are present?" He asks with another look to Norwood, as the host, a raised brow accenting the question. Veronica, a fellow member of his esteemed Order, is given a glance and a nod.

Ian relaxes once Norwood turns his attention elsewhere; he's a lot more comfortable listening to this topic of conversation than taking part in it, clearly. And he's definitely listening; once the focus moves to people who have more business speaking on this subject, those people who speak have all of his attention.

Quenia stops speaking at the sofa a moment to turn her attention to Alistair and Norwood, a curious expression coming to her features as she observes their interplay.

Norwood bows to Alistair when he asks if he might speak - "Please, I would be interested to hear what you would say."

Mirari smiles up at Valdemar. "Please, come and sit with us. I've been meaning to get in contact with you so that we can sit down for another lesson." She scoots a bit, offering him a smile. "How have you been? How is Vanora doing?"

Delilah's hands are free. She possesses no difficulty whatsoever lending her assistance to managing whatever offerings juggled by the Seliki lord, should he need. But rather than just jump right in, Kaldur is free to hand her a plate. "Ah, but had you heard something of the tale, you might have thought my reminiscing but a poor echo." Demuring from excessive praise, she all the same smiles. "My lord," to Valdemar, "may steady winds and fair days lie ahead of you." She flips her palms upwards, and gives a look of considerably measured care in Alistair's direction as the High Inquisitor's appearance acts like a punctuation mark in the discussion. Not without cause. She withdraws a step or two, the better not to impede business. Off to listen, at a distance. As an aside to Kaldur, she says, "Couch or on high?"

Kaldur nods sagely, "Good, I likely don't need to tell you, the writing and speaking of things will take an abundance of your time." Welcome to the Peerage, here's your wrist-brace and linament. "The weapon itself." To Norwood's question. To the room, and Norwood's prompt, he straightens, "As Sword of Seliki, its my duty to see to the safety of Heir and Count, to command in time of war, and look ahead in time of peace." He grins, lopsided, "To that end, I've an infrastructure project I'd like all of you to consider supporting, to our shared prosperity and defense." He looks at Delilah and *beams* at her, teeth showing in a ready smile that drives dimples deep, "'Climb high, dive deep,' my Lady." House words. What can you do?

[EDIT] ...nods sagely to Norwood, "Good...

Esoka gets herself a cookie, settling near the spot where Zoey and Ian have planted themselves. Alistair is offered an inclination of her head as he enters. Friendly enough. She knows the fellow, intimidating entourage or not. "Inquisitor Alistair. Welcome. There are sweets. Or were, at least." Kaldur is listened to, as he describes his project.

Zoey grins at Ian and shrugs slightly. She motions to Delilah that she'll catch up with her soon. SHE'S COMING FOR YOU, DEE-DEE! Another warm smile for Esoka.

Ian nods to Esoka when she gets closer. And maybe edges a little bit closer to her.

Valdemar is getting ready to sit, when one of the guards who accompanied him, but has been keeping his distance, approaches to speak with him quietly. Looking just a little annoyed, he nods nonetheless and lets out a low sigh. "It seems it might have to wait for another time, unfortunately. It seems something at the longhouse needs my attention suddenly. Vanora and I have been well, though. And I look forward to having you over for another lesson, whenever you are ready," he tells Mirari, smiling at her for a moment as he takes his leave.

2 Grimhall House Guards, Gustav, a gruff Islander advisor leave, following Valdemar.

Delilah has joined the a comfortable wooden treehouse.

Alistair returns the bow, his wild upbringing not preventing him from learning proper ettiquette. "Thank you, Sir Clement." he says to the Host of the evening, before taking a step further into the gardens. His Confessors hang back. Alistair unclasps his hands and raises them slightly as he speaks in his deep voice. "Honorable Swords. May you do well to bring honor and glory to your houses, as you use your storied blades to defend hearth and home." He says with a little turn. The High Inquisitor has been practicing his public speaking. He is just a bit stiff, as is his nature. "I simply have one request, as the maintenance of the law and the defense of Arx and the Crownlands is my perview as the defense of your Houses is your own. Please. When you use your blades as they were ment to be." A beat and a pause. "Do so lawfully... I have no doubt such advice seems silly. But I find, simple reminders are effective." Clearly the man is harkening back to a prior incident, where a House Blade was used in a rather... dishonorable manner. "I am certain I will never have to come and question any of you for ill use and ill duty, and will more likely find myself fighting side by side." No smile, but there is just the barest of uncomfortable humor. Morale of the story. Don't make the High Inquisitor arrest you for murdering people.

Alistair checked composure + intimidation at difficulty 30, rolling 1 lower.

Norwood checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Thorley has rolled a critical success!
Thorley checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Kaldur checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 lower.

Dagon checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 lower.

Mirari checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Ian checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Zoey checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Ian blinks at Alistair and continues to listen patiently, like he thinks there's a point the Inquisitor must be working up to that he has yet to reach.

Zoey winces slightly, a sort of 'oh poor dear' element to the expression. "Oh I remember that," she murmurs to Esoka and Ian. "What an all around unfortunate business."

Quenia quirks a brow at Alistair's word of caution, simply nods her head in a solemn manner. "Wise words, High Inquisitor," she says in response. She's Velenosan, she knows about that incident.

Esoka bows to Alistair. "Well said, Inquisitor. For my part, I'm sure Riven would have stripped me of my blade had I behaved in a way that disgraced it." There's some shade there, but it doesn't seem aimed at anyone directly. None here, anyhow.

Oh, verily. "The pool over there," Delilah inclines her head in the appropriate direction, "or that ladder yonder." Her decision cemented by the presence of a ladder, she allows the very faintest of sighs forth before committing to an ascent. A slow one; try climbing in skirts. On the other hand, flashes of truly majestic boots and leggings do no disservice to her house. She's a Whitehawk; is anyone shocked she enjoys perching on high? The better to bring Zoey out climbing, no? Turning her back on Alistair is not exactly a choice proposition, but then, she is no Sword in the direct line of fire.

"We don't even have a Sword," Kaldur flares his hands ceilingward, his ears turn red. "I mean, I- ehm, I had this sword when I was made Sword. Does-" he looks around, it's rather the point of his question earlier, partially. There's another angle, "Does that make this the House Sword?" He edges towards Delilah as she clambers, whether to see to her safety or to put distance between himself and awkwardness is anyone's guess. And probably both correct!

Norwood stands silently as Alister speaks to each of them. His hands are folded behind his back as he lets the words roll over him and then away again. Only an upraised eyebrow indicates the older man has ANY feelings about what the man says. Stepping forward he bows slightly. "I cannot speak for all of those here, as we are still being acquainted, but I do believe that seeking mutual understanding is a reason why we are gathering today. Thank you for your reminder." Turning back to Kaldur he'll go for the question the man had asked previously. "As far as I am aware, a house may designate any weapon it wishes as it's sword. Some houses like my own Laurent have swords which have been passed down through many generations and have rather mysterious origins. Queensguard, in fact, is one of those and harkens back to at least the Eleven War and Queen Alarice's time. Newer houses have weapons more recently made. The hnor is the same."

Dagon was enjoying the atmosphere, quietly to one side - one to keep mostly to himself while things were ongoing. But when Alistair speaks up to address all of them, his gaze turns to the man. Watching without a change of expression, maintaining the amiable look throughout all of it. "One would certainly hope so, though it is not often that one needs to take steps to remind us of our duty." perhaps the Duke had taken offense, as his tone is more formal than it had been upon his arrival. A nod to Norwood, then, as he speaks up, letting others step forward while he draws quiet once more.

Norwood also looks upwards at the treehouse - apparently there are people in it now. Or at least one person.

"While some may have allowed the heat of the moment to do something you would otherwise regret later, I believe, High Inquisitor, that many of us were chosen because we know to keep level heads in such moments." Thorley responds as the knight frowns. "I thank you for the reminder however and that we should all - like the Houses - maintain a level head."

Kaldur has joined the a comfortable wooden treehouse.

Veronica keeps her silence as Alistair speaks to the gathering of Swords. When faced with an awkward situation it's best to put on her serious face and bury everything else.

Kaldur checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 39 higher.

And under Norwood's august scrutiny, Kaldur clambers right on up into that treehouse. With remarkable agility.

Zoey glances at the treehouse, then her husband. She lifts a glass of wine off a passing servant and takes a sip, murmuring towards Ian as she does so.

Alistair is one imposing individual, but he is addressing some of the finest fighters in the realm. His position as one of the boogeymen of the Inquisition can only go so far. He is clearly not going to be dragging anyone out of here, so there isn't much to back up his statement. But then it wasn't necessarily a threat. He nods to each person in turn as they respond in their own ways. Did he mean offense? Did he care if he gave it? The man is nearly impossible to read at times, his face that much like the Sentinel - Faceless. Quenia and Esoka get a nod, and Thorley gets a stare. "Indeed, reminders likely aren't needed as to your duties and requirements of House Swords, to live as the ideal warrior for your house." A moment of silence. "But there is was a reminder needed, that not even House Swords, with weapon in hand, are above the law." And some learned that the hard way.

Ian takes a certain amount of interest when Norwood starts talking about Queensguard. "I'm not sure I've ever seen that blade," he remarks.

Esoka gives Kaldur a puzzled look. "I know not the history of the Seliki heirloom weapon, my lord. Though you'd perhaps best ask your Count. Riven's sword was forged centuries ago, though some smaller and newer houses may not have such to draw on. Perhaps it is a history you will make." His agility at climbing does get a vaguely impressed blink from her. Alistair is listened to, and there's no trace of offense in her. Some of it gets snorts of agreement. Though her eyes follow Ian's to Norwood. "I've not either. How long have you carried Queensguard, Baron?"

Norwood wields Queensguard the Sword of Laurent.

Lord Kaldur grunts slightly as he settles next to the prim-as-you-please Delilah. Scaling in armor is no mean feat! He leans forward, pitching his voice down to Baron Norwood and Dame Esoka, "I like the sound of that Dame Esoka. Though I must admit to being a bit envious of your storied blades. And, well. Ehm. I was rather thinking our Sword should be a Spear." The young man shrugs and angles himself to see Queensguard should it be unsheathed, "I've only seen it on your hip." He's very curious to see the storied blade. All of them.

Zoey nods at Ian and kisses his cheek again. She murmurs to Norwood in passing as she walks towards the exit. "Oop. I do beg your pardon, High Inquisitor; just need to squeeze past your men here, thank you!" And she slips out.

"I only draw him to practice or against Laurent's enemies." Norwood says when Ian turns the question around to Queensguard and Esoka echos it. The man always carries the diamondplate weapon upon him and so Norwood draws the blade and lets it rest naked in his hands. "Almost fifteen years now Esoka. I had very little gray in my hair," Zoe whispers to him and Norwood nods to her without pausing, "at that point." It's a bit awkward to look up at Kaldur in the tree but Norwood manages it. "I've learned something about the history of heirloom weapons recently, and they are a particular burden. I would not wish Queensguard upon just anyone."

Zoey has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Octavian, a silken spaniel, Chloe, a very excitable secretary leave, following Zoey.

Dagon glances up towards Kaldur when he mentions his sword being a spear. "There is no reason why you could not have it made so, my lord. House Tyde's Sword is an Ax, though currently without a wielder." then turning his attention back to Norwood, and the blade he draws in order to give it a closer inspection once it is being shown off.

There's a little snort as Thorley glances down at the blade at his side. "It's assumed that Eventide is going to be replaced, eventually. Apparently Pyrean Darksteel is not the best to make a weapon from."

Kaldur says, "'Him?'" Kaldur tips his head and studies Queensgaurd, whistling low as it gleams across Norwood's outstretched palms. He nods to finger dagon"

Ian looks over the sword that Norwood draws with a mix of interest and appreciation. "What do you mean?" He asks of the older Sword.

Craning his neck over from the sofa to take a look at Queensguard, Cullen gives the storied weapon an appreciative look and a nod, then tilts his head at Ian before murmuring something to Quenia and Mirari.

Delilah is among the others who focus their attention upon Queensguard, the splendid weapon deserving of another focused bit of attention from her. She scarce so much as moves, as though she might imprint the thing in memory by sheer will alone. Completely innocent, truly.

"'Him?'" Kaldur tips his head and studies Queensgaurd, whistling low as it gleams across Norwood's outstretched palms. He nods to Duke Dagon, considering, "I didn't know that, Your Grace." He nods his thanks at the answer." A dandelion thought crosses his mind, "I wonder if we could be called 'Blades'" he ponders this, fingers drumming on the wood of his perch, "Then someone would inevitably bear a bow or-" he waves a hand. And just like that dandelion thought tumbles away. He looks to Ian and nods his own interest in the answer to that question.

Veronica turns and heads for the exit. Of course, she'll pause by Norwood and give the new Baron a clasp on the shoulder, to let him know she is taking her leave. Maybe Veronica is finding the situation far too awkward now, being a Sword AND an Inquisitor. Or more likely, her player needs to run away in RL.

Quenia says a few quiet words at the sofa, and then rises. "Thank you for inviting me to come, Lord Cullen. I should be on my way home. Do enjoy the rest of your evening," she says to him with a smile. She then looks around and nods to the others. "Thank you for an enjoyable evening." She then turns to take her leave of the meet and greet.

Quenia has left the a cozy sofa nook.

It's very difficult to make courtesies perched high up in a treehouse, but Kaldur does make an effort to bow to those departing.

Alistair has said his peace, and no one has drawn their sword to challenge him to a exciting duel to the death. Ah. Well. He will have to try harder to commit Suicide by House Sword. He bows once more to Norwood, turning and motioning to his Confessors. The three Confessors look side to side and steal the last three cookies before they move to depart with the High Inquisitor.

Esoka leans forth to better examien Queensguard. "It's a beautiful blade. The Twain is in many ways simple. Riven was even smaller when it was forged than it's grown to be, and it's made of but good steel. It was a goal of mine to have a mirror of it forged with alaricite, was I ever granted a boon, though that never came to pass. Still, though there are glossier swords, I'd not have traded it. It carried the history of my lieges in its forging." She offers Alistair a parting inclination of her head. Not threatening him at all, perhaps sadly.

Ian hasn't quite left the appreciation of the blade Norwood drew to show them just yet. "How's the balance?" He asks. "It looks like you could get a fair amount of control."

Dagon offers a faint smile back up to Kaldur after taking his inspection. "While 'Sword' is the title, the weapon could, in theory, be anything that the House considers something that represents them. It is almost surprising that the Maelstrom blade is actually a sword." tapping the blade at his own waist. Leaving it sheathed, so as not to detract or distract from the displaying of Queensguard.

Norwood purses his lips together when Thorley mentions putting Eventide away. It's pretty obvious that the older knight has a firm opinion on that. He turns away and returns Veronica's clasp. When Alistair takes himself away Norwood relaxes a touch. "Him," repeated to Kaldur but without an explanation attached. "I would be curious to speak to others who hold Heirloom swords about the unique histories of each. I am no scholar, but Cristoph has made it clear that I //ought// to take more of an interest." Norwood steps back at Ian's request and swings the sword in a graceful arc. It's easier to talk about swords than ideals, Norwood is OKAY WITH THIS.

"Scholar." Delilah, up there, offers a charming cant of a smile. "Supposing any would feel comfortable to entrust me with any responsibility, I may be able to put some effort towards determining their provenance and features with the utmost of discretion, or direct you to certain invaluable resources to conduct your own research. People and options, naturally."

:awkwardly looks away from Mirari to gaze at the Greenmarch blade, then off at the gathering, haven fallen silent. Glancing upwards at the treehouse, he listens to Delilah with a faint smile.

Thorley has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 45 higher.

2 House Velenosa Guards leaves, following Alistair.

Ian also seems a lot more comfortable talking about weapons. Or mostly not talking, in his case, but either way it's a more familiar subject. His gaze traces the arc of the sword with interest; he knows the skill of the swordsman, after all, but the weapon is new.

Mirari gets to her feet, moving closer to those who are discussing the weapons that they all have. She leans in to look at Queensguard as Norwood wields it and swings it around. "Beautiful weapon." She notes, standing still as he shows off a bit.

Norwood turns to look upwards at Delilah when she offers that up. "I would be greatuful if you would be willing? My new duties would perhaps be served best if I was more of a scholar, but." Norwood leaves it at that and then turns to sheathe Queensguard smoothly. He <3s his sword guys, if that wasn't COMPLETELY obvious. A nod towards Dagon, "I wonder, would you be willing to show us the Sword of Maelstrom."

Kaldur marvels at the bright arc and flash, grinning at the martial flare Queensguard and Norwood display. "Delilah, maybe you could find a famous lost spear." Surely there's one in all of Aion. Hmm.

Ian looks towards Dagon when Norwood speaks, just as interested in his sword as he was in Norwood's.

Norwood picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Norwood picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Norwood picks up Sugar sword cookies.

Dagon offers a nod to Norwood at the request. "Amongst such, I would be glad to display the sword that I have been trusted with." Drawing it in a fluid motion, laying the flat over the opposite forarm, then tilting it up so that it is on display in full. And, to ensure those who want to get a chance, Dagon moves amongst those at ground level, pausing at each until they are done, and moving on after a short bow, almost out of habit or ceremony in doing so.

Dagon wields House Thrax Reafian Longsword.

Esoka offers Dagon, and his weapon, a deep bow. "It's very fine, my lord. I think this is my first time seeing it. I confess I don't get to the Thrax ward often, and in the various conflicts the Compact's been involved in, I've not been fighting beside your forces. From all I hear, you carry it most well for your people."

Delilah's murmured words have a distinct sense of politeness up there, but they stop dead when Dagon draws out Reafian. The oval moue of her lips marks the instant that she really takes in the whole of what he carries. Simple appreciation, that. A few words are exchanged to Kaldur and she smiles apologetically, likely to start climbing down. Not to take a better look at the sword, but probably to edge away and nibble on a cookie before she starts sighing audibly.

Ian's gaze follows the movements of the sword as Dagon draws it and rests the blade on his forearm. It's a beautiful sword, yes, but he seeks out, as much as the perfect lines and edge of the blade, the way that it moves in its wielder's hand.

Kaldur whistles again at the unsheating of a masterwork. He slithers down the ladder after Delilah, altogether unable to take his eyes from the blade. "Wow." Is all he can manage. He nods at Esoka's eloquence and gestures at her. That. He'll murmur likewise at each Sword revealed before duties call him elsewhere: escorting Delilah, building a Great Road, climbing building facades to Alistair's dismay. Regular stuff.

Gazing at Dagon's sword with a look of approval, Cullen emits a low whistle under his breath, then rests a hand on the Greenmarch Huntsmans sword, and one on the hilt of Dusk. Drawing the former first, he murmurs, "I prefer the Huntsmans sword, to be honest. It was Marcus Greenwood's, and much older than Dusk. Dates to the Reckoning, and has this interesting green tint to the diamondplate. I feel more like I am carrying our long and storied history with it. But Dusk is definitely a Nox'Alfar work of art, no doubt about it. Training with them both takes a whole different approach, given the length and weight difference.

Kaldur is overheard praising Norwood: A fine host, a promising peer, an outstanding Sword

Cullen wields House Greenmarch Huntsman Sword.

Kaldur is overheard praising Mirari: A fine host and a proud Sword.

Whatever polite conversation was going to happen gets coopted by the part of Norwood that really does like swords ad Dagon pulls out his blade. He looks the sword over with the eye of someone who knows what he is looking for and then announces, "It is divine. Do you know anything of the history of your sword my Lord?" Turning towards Cullen, he'll prompt, "Show us?"

Mirari takes in Dagon's blade, quiet as her eyes trace along the lines of it. She takes a respectful step back so that Cullen can come forth with his sword.

Norwood says, "Please, if you would?""

Delilah has left the a comfortable wooden treehouse.

Kaldur has left the a comfortable wooden treehouse.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Norwood before departing.

Dagon sheathes the blade once everyone has had their view satisfied, offering Esoka a smile as he steps back to give Cullen the floor, interested to see the blade the man has produced. "I try to bring honor to the way my father raised me, Dame Esoka. And it is a pleasure to hear you say so." waiting for his turn to come around before giving it a close inspection, and his own enjoyment at the blade's make.

Drawing the Huntsmans sword from its scabbard on the left, an ancient, greenish longsword of diamondplate, Cullen handles it with ease and reverence. "Marcus Greenwood is a legend. I'd go as him to the Gala, if I had any idea what he looked like. But this is what helped us survive through the Reckoning and the many difficult centuries beyond. For over a thousand years we've had a Sword to carry it and face darkness as needed. Just as Lady Eirlys gave her life with it in supreme sacrifice, so have many who have held it. Unconquered and untamed we remain, as we always did, and this is a piece of that history." Turning the antique blade from side to side, the greenish sheen changes colors subtly as the light catches it differently.

Octavian, a silken spaniel arrives, delivering a message to Ian before departing.

Esoka turns her eyes to the Greenmarch blade, admiring it long. Then bowing again, with a sort of reverence, at mention of Eirlys. "I know no one who lived by Gloria's virtues more truly than Lady Eirlys. And Lady Niamh before her taught me much of what I value about being a knight. You carry a proud legacy, Lord Cullen. I'm sure you'll do well by it."

Ian is distracted from staring at swords (now at the green glint of Cullen's) by someone tapping him on the shoulder. A messenger has been trying to get his attention, and it takes a pretty forceful second tap to do so. He turns, and has a note shoved into his hand. The messenger waits for a reply, which Ian gives verbally. Just a couple of words.

Norwood looks Cullen's sword up and down with the same level of interest he'd shown to Dagon's blade. "What an interesting green hint." Of the swords Alistair's is CLEARLY the best, (Hello divine blade...). At the mention of those who had passed holding the blade Norwood bows his head respectfully. "It is a difficult task to live up to those who came before us."

Ian makes a soft huffing sound that sounds suspiciously like his brother Aethan.

Mirari gazes at Cullen's sword, and then after a few moments she speaks up. "What gives it a green tint? Mirror Blade almost seems purple at times, and I know it's because of the reflective shine and the amethysts."

Sheathing the Huntsmans sword and pulling out Dusk, "Now, this one is beautiful for entirely different reasons. Nox'alfar craftsmanship and it truly is a pretty blade. Just not nearly as old or storied, but was gifted to the Niamh. It's kind of become the unofficial House blade, since it gets passed to the new Swords now. It's a longer blade, but the alaricite helps balance it out, it took me a little bit more time to get used to because of it." Considering Mirari's question, "I really don't know, something was put into it when it was forged, but that was so long ago that no one remembers. I plan on researching it though, as it obviously isn't coincidence."

Cullen wields Dusk, the Day Slayer - an alaracite bastard sword.

Mirari gets Cherry Rum Bar from a double-wrapped black leather sword belt.

Cullen is overheard praising Mirari: An excellent Sword Gathering host!

"Dusk." This is a sword Esoka knows. The name is said with a soft reverence, but also a warmth. "It does me well to see it's still being put to good work, Lord Cullen. I fear I cannot linger here much longer. The Twain is no longer mine, but perhaps the next Riven Sword will bring it to another of these, and tell its story in full. For my part, I just enjoyed the chance to speak with such fine warriors."

Cullen is overheard praising Norwood: An excellent Sword Gathering host!

Ian is overheard praising Norwood: The start of a good tradition.

Ian is overheard praising Mirari: The power behind the... other sword.

Mirari places a hand on Mirror Blade, taking a few steps back to the entrance to the Garden. "I have to run as well, I look forward to getting together again sometime soon." She points at Norwood. "You owe me a drink, and another sit down. I'll be hunting."

"Esoka," Norwood tears his eyes away from Dusk when she speaks up, "You will always be welcome. Bearing a house sword is an honor that not does not go away even when it is passed on." He's quite serious and reaches out his hand to Esoka before she can LEAVE them. Mirari gets an eyebrow at that. "I will bring the milk Mistress."

Mirari mutters about the milk, but doesn't respond as she takes her leave.

Mirari has left the a cozy sofa nook.

a lithe, dark-cloaked Lycene woman, Loden, a hulking Mirrorguard Adjutant leave, following Mirari.

"Thank you, Dame Esoka. It's quite the honor to carry Dusk and put it to use for what it was intended - and I was blessed to have two exemplary cousins as Swords to show me what a Greenmarch knight truly is. I miss them dearly, but honor their memories daily. We were fortunate to have them during the time that we did." Dipping his head respectfully to Esoka, "And it is a pleasure for me to hear such words for them from one of such valor and honor. It is humbling, but in the best sense. I am extremely proud of my family."

Scribble, a Delicate Social Butterfly leaves, following Delilah.

"Thank you," Esoka says, to Norwood and Cullen both. "I'll see you lot around, I'm sure." And off she goes.

Esoka has left the an outdoor hearth with couch seating.

"And on that note, Baron Clement, I will be taking my leave as well. Thank you so much for hosting this, it was quite a delight to be amongst those of my peers who are entrusted with this responsibility," Cullen tells Norwood with a bright smile, offering him his scarred hand before he heads out. "I think this is really a splendid idea."

As people begin to make their way off Norwood reluctantly tears his eyes away from the blades and says farewell. "My thanks," gets offered up more than once as they scatter. All of the cookies are gone, but weirdly, most of the milk is still there. WHY didn't people drink the milk?! "It was my pleasure to have you my Lord Cullen. I hope we can do this again."