1 Crimson Blades Sergeant arrives, following Mirk.

Iseulet and Calypso are already chatting in the small meeting space. "Well, nothing set in stone until it's set in stone, Duchess." Iseulet winks playfully, "I am for sure about Corvini and Gilden in the Lyceum, and others like Steelhart, Hawkmour, and Farwatch we are still talking." The attendants here are providing everyone with refreshments as well as making sure everyone is comfortable. "As for myself, I'm only just now getting back into the swing of things. It's been quite a while since I've personally hosted anything." Iseulet gently smoothes out the wrinkles of her clothing, trying her best not to look as flustered as Calypso seems to have noticed.

Calypso gives Iseulet a reassuring smile "You will be fine." She settles into her seat as people start arriving.

Root, a ferocious badger leaves, following Archeron.


Acantha had found here way to The Empyrean and there's a smile on her lips as she enters. There's a look around and then to those who are already there, a wave given, "I'm guessing this is the correct meeting spot for those wishing to hear more about the Empyrean trade route?" the woman asks with a smile. She was making sure she wasn't getting ready to blurt out and be in the wrong spot.


Mirk strides into the Emmpyrean, a glance around at the decor with an unreadable expression on his face, before he makes his way over to the meeting space and claims a seat for himself, observing the others gathered there with mild interest. "A pleasure to see you, Lady Iseulet," he says in a low, rumbling tone. "I hope I'm not late."

A warm smile is directed toward Acantha and Mirk as they enter, "Yes, you're correct, my lady! My name is Iseulet Blackshore. This is Duchess Calypso Malvici. It's nice to see you again Mirk." The attendants arrive, and she settles down more, heading to a chair herself, drawing a hand along the back of her knees as she relaxes. "Please, have a seat and make yourselves at home. I'm hoping that the group will remain quite small tonight for a more intimate conversation. I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out or overwhelmed."

Calypso dips her head, but defers all the talking to Iseulet


Acantha dips her head to each of the ladies, "Lady Blackshore, Duchess Malvici it is nice to meet you both." she greets them. Then there is a rather familiar face and she smiles to Mirk, "I was wondering if I was going to see anyone else from Redrain." she admits. Then she's moving to have a seat and making herself comfortable.


"Duchess," Mirk says with a dip of his head towards Calypso. "A pleasure. I'm Mirk Halfshav." He leans back, showing no interest in a drink, for perhaps the first time in months. "I made it a point to be here, when I heard that the Empyrean Trade Route was considering expansion in the North," he says to Acantha with a chuckle. "So I'm here to listen, at any rate."

With everyone comfortable, she smiles to the attendants and after taking a very healthy quaff of her drink, she announces. "It's very nice to meet you too my Lady. And I'm very happy to hear that Mirk. I hear you have quite the mind of things like this. Mm anyway!" Iseulet excitedly claps her hands together. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to begin, now that everyone has settled in? We'll be closing the doors now, just to provide some extra peace of mind. It's been expressed that there are those that would like any queries and concerns to remain confidential and I wish to be as transparent as possible. So! No looky-loos and no minutes, everything off the record. Alsandair?" One of the attendants stands at attention and then makes for the doors, gently shutting them all. "Oh, but remember Lord Domonico intends on joining us as soon as he is able." Iseulet reminds him.