Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170221021650

"Madame Imperia, I presume?" He extends his hand as a courtesy. His every movement is even and measured, but Imperia can see that his eyes are as sharp as knives. As he takes her hand gently, he gives a small, courteous bow of his own, his eyes not leaving hers.

"How do you do? I was hoping you'd forgive my tardiness. It's not every day I'm invite to a Covenant, and had to think of proper form."