The door swung open open just as a loud crack of thunder rolled through the door drowning out the little bell that rang absent mindedly in the wind. A very tall figure stood in the doorway wearing a long armed forces overcoat his medium length blonde hair saturated his presence radiating strengh and authority. His green eyes cast over the room his piercing gaze taking in all the occupants of the establishment a series of names rattled through his mind. Seemingly satisfied he turned walking over to the counter his black boots clunking on the floor.
His piercing gaze bore deep holes into the soul of the lady behind the counter leaving the lady quaking. As his green eyes looked through her his face covered over with a facade displaying no emotion as he questioned her his well spoken accent poured through the room as he spoke with authority that not many would have the courage to defy, "Where is my daughter Christy? I received an urgent message that my daughter had collapsed while at your establishment." The man rested his right hand on the counter revealing an expensive gold signate ring with the Tarrant family coat of arms engraved in it.
Christy bowed deeply dropping her gaze she recognised the mans face it struck heavy family resemblance to the young blonde lady that had been in here earlier the countess there was only one man this person could be it was confirmed by the ring she noticed on her hand as she bowed, "My most Honourable Marquess of Arundel I fear you are late my Lord Marquess for she is long gone from here. She was carried by her guard and a captain of the armed forces I believe it was her twin sister judging by her striking resemblence though truly she can't of been as she looked much older."
The Marquess silenced her from speaking anymore on the subject of Lafiel having a twin that was older than her with his gaze and a slightly raised hand. He took a moment to scan the other occupants with frost bitten eyes anyone whom had taken interest in his presence broke gaze with him and looked away as he stared them in the eyes. He looked back at Christy, "Would you please care to explain to me why my daughter collapsed as a result of being in your establishment." He said flatly to Christy carefully listening to both her and the presence of the other occupants in the room.
"My Lord, I... I... It was nothing to do with my establishment or myself in fact your daughter paid me generously for the best of my tea and foods. If you please my Lord she was pale when she entered my establishment and appeared to be slightly shaking I would suspect she was ill. To the detriment of her state she confronted a hooded man numerous times each time she did it seemed to take a lot out of her. She had denounced him as an ex order commodore though truly i believe him to young and she hammered him for trangressions against our people and for many reasons you could see it upon her face that it hurt her emotionally to the point of tears. By the end of it he hugged her and she collapsed. I then... I guess I over heard the captain and her guard telling her off for not telling them that she was sick. I swear My Lord this is what happened." Christy's eyes pleaded as she realised the topic of his daughters well being was something of thin ice to skate upon, she almost hoped someone would interrupt the conversation but dare not hope for the person that did would surely recieve wrath.
The Marquess spat the name Dagen venomously under his breath cursing the name. Satisfied that he had received the answers he was looking for he nodded his face melting to reflect warmth a cordial smile, "Well while I am here I believe I shall dine. I would care for a pot of Earl Grey tea and one of your steak pies and I believe I should care for an eclair if you would please. Maybe one should add a bit of home cooking to the menu for fullsized meals" The Marquess smiling handed over a thousand credits as Christy disputed the rediculous amount of money he waved her off her arguing falling silent. Christy didn't realise if it was to pay for discretion that she would of kept or for the menu idea she was none the less grateful for the very large tip.
"Your daughter has brought a shred of light in with the upcoming opening of the new Embassy in Rheinland." Christy commented as she retrieved the things the Marquess had requested with a smile now the tension in the air had died. The Marquess raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said that they had taken my daughter away sick?" Christy almost laughed as she spoke teasingly, "Oh no my Lord Marquess that was a few hours ago. Where have you been this week not to hear about the embassy opening today its been all over the papers here grab one off the end of the counter I'll bring your food an tea out." The Marquess continued smiling as he grabbed the paper, "I have been...Away."
The Marquess left it at that and went over to the coat stand to hang his big over coat up he moved to sit at a table to find Christy on his heels he thanked her as she placed the food on the table he indicated as she went away he took a glance around the room again there was one individual whom he wasn't sure of his eyes turned to gaze at the hooded figure piercingly. He didn't like the demeanour of this individual he couldn't quite see a face but something urged him to alertness. His curiousity died down this time taking the room in a cordial manner he saluted with a smile to the younger police officers while giving a nod at Silsbury. He opened his PDA amazed as he realised todays date and the date of the message received putting it away he turned to contenting himself pouring himself a cup of tea and sipping it as he read the paper.
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