Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise arrives, following Niklas.

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes arrives, following Thea.

Determined to make it to the Kay for an event this time, Quenia had arrived a bit early, to find the main hall empty.

Niklas follows the Marquessa of Granato in and pauses in the main hall. "Hello? Cousins? Second cousins?" He pauses, then, "Double cousins?" And, with some trepidation, "Siblings?" But. Nothing. "Well! I haven't felt this thoroughly welcome here since I used to sneak in and steal Ford's model ships and then hide them in Luca's bed!" He heads over to the drinks cabinet and, at a loss for anything else to do with them, starts pouring out glasses of everything, with highly liberal pours. "I understand he once slid in without checking and got a dromond in a very uncomfortable place."

Well Thea was all about alcohol and she wasn't about to just take any. But then Niklas starts pouring and telling stories. Remembering herself, Thea bows her head and greets everyone,"Good evening,"a brief smile there. "Im afraid I didnt know either of them..."

Quenia glances over at Niklas as he arrives, and looks somewhat relieved. "Catalana and I had often joked about my ability to miss these events, and here I made it to one, and none of them are here! Thank the Gods you arrived! You may be a Grayson now, your Highness, but you are still Kennex by birth." She waves over at Thea.

"There are plenty of Kennexes who go the other way, so I still count, I think. Anyway, I'll serve up alcohol and no one can say you didn't drink with a Kennex. Or at least in their home." Niklas gives a ridiculous pour of fine red and slides it down to Thea. "Luca was a peerless warrior, blaggard and rapscallion. I miss him every day. And Ford was my brother. He was crucified and flayed alive by Duke Ivan Helianthus, whose death I hope to see in the upcoming crusade. Vodka?"

Thea accepts the drink wine and pauses because-vodka. She listens and frowns a bit,"I can't say I blame you. Im sure Id feel the same if the situation was reversed.."

Quenia's face pales a bit when Niklas describes what happened to Ford. "I knew Ford. He may have made some questionable choices, but I respected him and he didn't deserve that." She takes the drink that she's been handed, then sips at it delicately. "I'm sorry," she adds to Niklas.

Captain Curls, an attentive, ebony guard poodle, Screech, the screeh owl leave, following Quenia.