Not only was the Savage watching the approach, but the Hell Hound was as well. Not moving from his position in front of his Mistress. His unblinking murderous gaze watching each step the Lord took.
But for her part, Ale looked more approachable.
“Good evening to you as well Priscus Black, you’re looking quite stunning this evening.” And it was true, the Lord always seemed to find pieces that fit her well. “How have you been?” always good to be pleasant. Something she was working on.
“I was just wishing to get to know you a bit better. And unfortunately, the cattle make it difficult to really talk.” A soft chuckle. “Anyways, I wasn’t aware of your interest and keen observations about art. Is it a hobby or something more? I’m curious because I’ve been stepping into the art world slowly over the past couple years and I’m always looking for those with more knowledge.”