Meeting Eamon.

It took some time for Vanessa to return, and Reyes contemplated chasing the naughty servant girl that had flashed him her wet cunt. Just when he was about to walk towards the archway, he heard the clacking of heels, and saw Vanessa descending the long, wide staircase.

“Eamon is ready to see you now.” Vanessa said in a polite tone of voice.

“What of my things?” Reyes asked, nodding his head towards the pieces of luggage that were abandoned in the doorway.

“I will send for some servants to take them to the room Eamon has prepared for you.” Vanessa assured Reyes. “Now would you follow me?” She asked, as she waited in the center of the stairs.

Reyes happily did and walked up the stairs, Vanessa walked up the stairs ahead of him and made sure to shake her shapely behind for his benefit. Reyes had to resist the urge to pinch the curvaceous blonde's buttocks, and groaned when Vanessa raised the hemline of her dress to reveal a tiny crimson thong that disappeared between her firm shapely buttocks, and reach up over her wide, discreetly muscled thighs. Vanessa giggled, and smoothed down the dress and Reyes groaned in disappointment as her shapely buttocks disappeared from view.

“Teasing little minx.” Reyes muttered under his breath, but by the soft giggle coming past Vanessa's full lips, he guessed that she still heard him.

Once they reached the upstairs hallway, Vanessa noticed two servants a few feet away from them.
“Aiden! Dakan!” The blonde called out, and the two of them approached them.

Aiden was a slim young man with short fiery red hair, that fell in curls just past his ears. He was long-limbed like a stork, and had bright green eyes. Reyes would've mistaken him for an elf, if it weren't for the fact that he missed the pointy ears.

Dakan was a towering man with a shaved head, and skin as black as coal. He had broad shoulders, and muscular arms that seemed to big for the sleeves of his servant's tunic, but despite his intimidating appearance he smiled politely at Vanessa and Reyes, while Aiden ignored Reyes completely and instead stared at Vanessa's chest.

“Could the two of you bring Reyes' things to his room?” Vanessa asked. “His things are by the door.” Dakan nodded in response, and descended the stairs, while Aiden seemed to have missed it all and was still looking at Vanessa's chest. “Aiden!” Vanessa shouted, and the young man looked up.

“Y-Yes?” The youth yelped.

“Take Reyes' bow and quiver to his room.” The blonde said softly, and Aiden nodded in response. Though Reyes was **** to give up his prized bow, but with some grumbling he eventually did and Vanessa and Reyes left to the two servants just when Dakan came back upstairs with Reyes' things.

“Who were they?” Reyes asked, after meeting Vanessa and the busty brunette he wouldn't have expected to find a shy guy like Aiden. And Dakan looked out of place as well, he seemed more fit as a guard or soldier.

“Aiden and Dakan, Eamon adopted them into the household a few months ago.” Vanessa explained. “He can be quite charitable when he needs to be, but for a boy who grew up in a brothel Aiden sure is shy.” The blonde mused, with a naughty gleam in her eye that seemed to tell that she would be happy to help him get rid of it.

“What about the whole 'cauldron of disrepute' talk?” Reyes asked with a grin. “And Dakan? He looks like he should be guarding the gates, not carrying around the luggage of visitors.

“Are you saying that your brother would have gone to the Kettle for any other reason then helping the poor souls living there?” Vanessa said with an impish smile glued on her lips, but she did not say anything else on the matter. “As for Dakan, he grew up in a band of mercenaries. Eamon offered him a job as a guard, but Dakan denied it, he said that after a life of fighting he would rather settle down and never pick up a sword again. I also heard that he was interested in becoming a cook, and he's quite good if you can believe the gossip coming from the kitchen”

Reyes chuckled when he imagined the muscular man slaving over a hot stove, and at the same time felt slightly curious about his cooking. But he was shook from his musing, when they stopped in front of a dark wooden door that clashed with the white walls of the mansion. Vanessa knocked three times, and Reyes could hear the deep voice from his brother coming from the other side. “Come in.”

Vanessa held the door open, and Reyes stepped into a well furnished room that was obviously Eamon's study. He stepped on a large Marcazian rug that was woven in intricate patterns, with various colors. On the rug stood a large, round table which was so dark that it actually seemed to suck up the light of the room, four chairs made from the same wood with crimson colored pillows attached to the seating surrounded the chair. On top of it stood a silver tray, with three carafes of wine as well as some crystal wine glasses.

To the right of Reyes, several bookcases stuffed with books and scrolls dominated the wall, the only other piece of furniture was a large cabinet that seemed to be locked, the left wall also had a few bookcases and one glass cabinet filled with trinkets. Reyes recognized a silver necklace that looked surprisingly like his mother's, as well as an arrow with a deep red shaft and the fletching was made of black feathers. The rest of the wall was dominated by a fireplace so large that Reyes could walk into it without bumping his head, and wide enough to lie down in. But some iron grating blocked it, so no logs could roll out. What really caught Reyes eyes, was what hung above the fireplace.

It was a portrait of the of Andor family...
It was also the last painting his father had posed for before he died, sometimes Reyes wondered if he knew that the candidate he backed for the throne would lose, and had the painting made. On the painting, his father stood next to his mother. He had golden blonde hair which he had combed back, though some of his golden hair had started to turn silver at the temples. His father's ice blue eyes even seemed cold in the painting...He had not been a bad father, but he wasn't a loving one either.

His mother next to him had the same pale blonde hair as Reyes, as well as the amber colored eyes. Despite her age, and the fact that she had had six children, she was still considered a beauty and many a young man had tried to court her, only to fall victim to one of the sharpest tongues in Zoracia. But she was kind to everyone, from the poorest beggar to the richest noble. Even his father showed a rare smile when he was around her, of course Reyes had also spotted him near tears when he got lectured by his wife.

Behind his mother and father, stood Guiomar. He had been the youngest before Reyes, and was the only one of the of Andor children with dark hair, he was also the tallest member of the family, standing close to seven feet. Guiomar had tied his black hair in the nape of his neck, as was the fashion for noblemen to do and this was one of the rare moments that the head of the of Andor family's personal army was not clad in armor, but silk.

Cirino, the little lordling as he was called by his taller brothers, stood between his parents. His pale blonde hair was cropped and he had the same icy blue eyes as his father. Cirino was the oldest after Eamon, and would rule if something happened to him. Chances were that Cirino currently ruled the city of Andor.

To the left of his mother stood Ariana, the oldest of the girls. Her long honey blonde hair was held in an intricate braid, and despite being her brother even Reyes was impressed by the size of her breasts. Once Guiomar had joked that she might have been smuggling sacks of gold in her dress, but Ariana had often crushed Reyes into hugs, and they didn't feel like sacks of gold to him.

Ariana had always been a genius when it came to gold, and knew perfect ways of making or saving gold. She became the treasurer at a relatively young age, and because it seemed like she could pull gold out of thin air, the citizens soon got a break from their taxes and loved her for it.

Reyes had stood next to her, and because his hair had been longer when he was eighteen his mother had insisted that he tied it in the nape of his neck as was the fashion. So there he stood, in rich silk clothes with an awkward smile on his face wishing that it would all be over soon, not knowing that it would be one of the last moments his family would be together.

Between them sat Edurne, at the age of sixteen she was the youngest of the of Andor children. Like Reyes she had no responsibilities or obligations, but unlike Reyes she still did her best to make herself useful. She had trained with bow and arrow like Reyes, or sparred with Guiomar or Eamon either with sword and shield, or barehanded. She would go around Andor to find people she could help, or chase away bullies. She had always seen herself like a hero.

Edurne had the same awkward smile as Reyes on her lips, her pale blonde hair had been cut in a bob and it was one of the rare occasions that she was wearing a dress that clung to her crowing curves.
She was nineteen by now.

The last person in the painting was Eamon, standing next to his father. But Reyes did not need to look at the painting for that. Eamon stood in his study behind a huge desk, his back was turned to Reyes and he stared out of a window as large and wide as a door opening, his left hand clasped around his right wrist. “Thank you Vanessa, that will be all. I will call on you later.” Eamon said in his deep voice.

“Oh, I'm counting on it sir.” Reyes could hear the blonde say behind it, her voice had lost all of it's politeness and sophistication and instead sounded incredibly husky.

As the door shut behind him, Eamon turned around. If Reyes looked like a bird of prey, then Eamon looked like the Andor eagle. Eamon's bright golden blonde hair was tied in the nape of his neck while a neatly trimmed beard adorned his cheeks, and if their father's eyes had looked like ice, then Eamon's looked like blue lightning bolts. His older brother had the same aquiline nose as Reyes, only slightly longer, and the same hawkish brow. And unlike all the other merchants Reyes had seen in Aspirus' Approach Eamon had kept himself in good shape, and he was dressed rather modestly with a crimson red silk tunic, with the relief of the eagle of Andor embroidery on the left side of his chest, and black pants stuffed into black boots.

Eamon was also tall, perhaps four or five inches taller than Reyes, not as tall as Guiomar, but still tall.
His height, combined with his piercing blue eyes and deep voice was something that was considered quite intimidating for some of the nobles in Zoracia, and Eamon often used it to his advantage during negotiations.

Eamon shook Reyes hand, and was smiling broadly while his eyes twinkled.
“Sit, have some wine. Tell me of your travels.” Eamon urged Reyes.

And Reyes took a chair standing near the table, taking the one opposite of Eamon. Something about his brother nagged at him, Eamon was dressed rather plainly while the room was richly decorated. His massive desk had the carving of a lion's head in at the front, and the legs of the piece of furniture were carved like paws. And next to the plush seat behind the desk, pressed against the wall stood a cabinet with a short sword on top of it. The sword was richly decorated, but seeing as the leather of the handle was stained with sweat in some places it looked like it wasn't just for decoration.

Was Eamon hiding something from him? Or was it just his paranoia? Reyes decided that he shouldn't worry about it, and poured himself a glass of wine and prepared to speak.