Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Owner of Dar'manda Industries
The meeting with the Silvers went without a hitch. Politically speaking anyways. But for Lori it was frought with things that concerned her both personal and political in nature.
Once the meeting was over, she requested Dorthea Dobson and Grand Shepherd Burtch to meet with her in her room. She felt like a bride getting cold feet, but she was well past that.
Lori paced back and forth in her room, fidgeting with her fingers in order to prevent herself from biting her nails. The polish helped in that regard too, but still she wanted to just get out of that dress and into her normal clothes instead of looking like a walking, talking princess doll.
Arla stood watch near the door, expressionless like always. Her job wasn't to comfort or advise but to protect. And that was what she did, especially while they were in another's territory. Spies were everywhere and yet a diagnostic sweep of the room revealed no surveillance devices. That was a good thing. It was one less problem for them to deal with.
Once the meeting was over, she requested Dorthea Dobson and Grand Shepherd Burtch to meet with her in her room. She felt like a bride getting cold feet, but she was well past that.
Lori paced back and forth in her room, fidgeting with her fingers in order to prevent herself from biting her nails. The polish helped in that regard too, but still she wanted to just get out of that dress and into her normal clothes instead of looking like a walking, talking princess doll.
Arla stood watch near the door, expressionless like always. Her job wasn't to comfort or advise but to protect. And that was what she did, especially while they were in another's territory. Spies were everywhere and yet a diagnostic sweep of the room revealed no surveillance devices. That was a good thing. It was one less problem for them to deal with.