Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200329005423

"Ah. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.  Ladies, if you please."

Dorian moves to stand, gently but firmly moving out of the entanglement of the women around him.

"Manners always, Master Alaric. One hopes one's brocade is not inspected too closely.  Or, at the least, if one keeps company where such things are relevant."

He places a hand on his stomach as he gives Aleric a shallow bow, his eyes remaining forward and alert. His smile is cordial, his poise impeccable, small details of posture giving away his upbringing. He is crisp and sharp, his eyes observant.

"If I am to be remembered, it is my hope that it be that I was a man of taste."

He smiles wider at his own joke, and remains standing. "I haven't been here long, I'm afraid, but I have not been left wanting. I hope the road treated you well."