"Indeed, you are correct. Pleased to make yours, as well,"
Originally Posted by Gulaghar
Izzyy catches the sight of the second Matron to join the party, and not the guest of honor yet it seems. But intriguing none the less. The rather flashily dressed drow saunters over to the Matron. "Matron Renor'vlos if I do recall. It's an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance." He pulls off his top hat and bows low. "Izz'daer Xar'Cha, at your service."
the matron responds, almost half-heartedly. She opens her mouth to say something, but is caught off guard when two bizarre creatures appear seemingly from nowhere. As other guests take care of the situation, her thoughts shift from survival and treachery to smug satisfaction. "Family, I presume?"
she says with a smirk.
She looks on as the fanfare plays and the lightshow begins, enjoying the play. She immediately drops into a low bow with the Herald, however. Though she may not give all sons of Xar'Cha utmost respect, tradition and survival instincts dictate she show as much respect as she can stomach for the most powerful Matron in the city.