He brings a gift, when he comes. Nothing fancy, a bottle of wine since he's yet to meet an Orlesian that didn't like the stuff. Not sure what all the formality's about just yet, though he's got a couple of theories running at the moment.
No reason to spook just yet. He makes his way down to the vault, past cobwebs and flickering torch sconces.
Two chairs (one as large as she could find in a concession to his size and comfort) a small end table with wine, brandy, and coffee brewing. A tray of small pastries and curls of dried meats on crackers. Relatively simple finger food but- she is to be a hostess.
Adelaide herself stands when he enters, gesturing to his chair. "Iron Bull, please. Sit."
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The Iron Bull
Written, sent by messenger
A. LeBlanc
action!
No reason to spook just yet. He makes his way down to the vault, past cobwebs and flickering torch sconces.
ACTION
Adelaide herself stands when he enters, gesturing to his chair. "Iron Bull, please. Sit."