The gardens are lush with life breathed back into them come the spring. Attendants dressed in silk slips and wraps make their way about the space with silver trays of drinks for the guests. As opposed to the original showing of the art, Freedom, the gardens have a particularly comfortable feel down to having seating available by way of couches or small clusters of chairs and tables. The bright and beautiful framing of the greenery itself is a stark contrast to the world and depictions made on the canvases dotted about the fountain and alcoves of the gardens.

A modest selection of white and rose wines, aged whiskeys, brandies and rum, and tea or strawberry-infused water for those that do not want something alcoholic. For those looking for nibbles, there are others carrying trays with cheeses and fruits, others with small cuts of bread with oils (some spiced others plain) for dipping and little pickled vegetables.

There are more auction slips for those that wish to auction on the artwork -- a small notice to remind participants that it is a silent auction, and the slips will be collected by the close, to enjoy yourselves, the company and the art.

As guests arrive to the Grotto's garden there are attendants to either side of the door, permitting each guest and keeping the humidity out from the bathhouse itself lest it harm the paintings. Saedrus is nearby greeting each person as they arrive, "Welcome," all titles and etiquette included as members of the peerage step through and warm smiles for those without titles and a bow still given, elegant and poised.

"Come through, you will find all the artwork for auction about the pathways and the auction slips are just on that table by Khinn." The Whisper gestures off towards a small table with aforementioned slips and charcoal sticks for noting bids. The attendants are, as expected, highly attentive and bring about drinks and trays of nibblies for the taking, and the sharp evergreen eyes of the courtier are never far from checking on them.

"There is food and drink, enjoy yourself, and thank you for attending. The bidding will be open for a while yet. Enjoy." Before turning to the next arrival with a brilliant smile and a fresh greeting.


    Cesare stops quietly before the Magister of the Mirror painting. Silent. Staring at it. Everything else is gone- he just stares now, quiet. "Exquisite."

Barric steps into the Gardens, with his trusty wolfhound at his side, and his pair of longswords sheathed at either side. His hand rests idly on the pommel of Elvesbane, not that he actually expects there's going to be any cause to defend HOuse Grayson's honor here. Its more that he really doesn't like that sword being out of his sight. He might very well sleep with it under his pillow. He immediately goes up and puts a bid for one of the paintings: "Fifty thousand." It sounds almost at random. He's certainly not looking closely at any of them.

Gaius, a Thraxian Confessor, Balanar, a shadowy Confessor, 2 Armed Confessors arrive, following Alistair.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard arrives, following Eirene.

Aleksei is off to the side, mostly nursing a glass of whiskey and watching Saedrus in his element. /Aleksei/ is not in his element, exactly -- a fancy silent auction? -- but he's certainly attentive as he watches everyone make their way around to examine the artwork, and he makes his way through the garden himself fairly regularly to check on the highest bids as they're left on the stands in front of each of the paintings.

Dressed in satin and linen comes Clover. Blonde hair held up with sea green ribbons. She slips in quiet. Her gaze shift around catching on Barric when he gives the almost random bid. Green eyes widdening briefly. The little blonde scurries on past the prince after that, going to find some painting to look at.

Mason is off towards the back of the gardens, standing near the painting of Skal'Daja and sipping a glass of wine. The man looks a bit on the tired side, but he's gracious and welcoming to any that come his way. When he sees Alaric come in, he'll offer a deep bow to the king and a warm greeting, "Thank you for coming, your majesty."

Fortunato is skirting around the edges of the garden, glancing between garden-goers and paintings with a regular restlessness.

Silas steps into the Grotto gardens dressed in his resplendent white silk outfit, with a Grayson prince on his arm. Needless to say his demeanor was rather buoyant and cheerful, even if there was a good chance he couldn't compete with the deeper coffers present. He nods politely to Saedrus and offers a friendly smile in greeting, "Wonderful decor, as always, Master Saedrus." He turns his attention to Aiden, thoughtfully. "Shall we go get a glimpse of what I've been bidding on, or are you hungry?"

Monique enteres the gathering, dipping her crimson head to Saedrus. "Master Saedrus! This was an excellent idea. Did you come up with it? The Whisper House has always been unparalleled in their parties."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Clover before departing.

Aleksei's gaze /does/ go a little wide when he notices King Alaric himself show up. "Oh, jeez," he mumbles, striding forward like he's probably expecting he's supposed to greet the king when he shows up at one of your events. "Your majesty! Hi. Hello. I mean -- wow, thank you for coming."

'Majesty'. Barric turns and finds his cousin Alaric, and offers a deep, respectful bow for the King. "Majesty."



Princess Ailys is composed, as always, already having strolled through the hall for quite some time. Today, she has chosen to don her full regalia as befits a lady of her rank: a silken dress of cobalt, tied with a golden whalebone corset. A pewter coronet lies handsomely in her dark ringlets, dotted with stars; pendants and earrings give her status and enhanced beauty.

Turning her attention from the paintings that depict ancient, magical legends -- those of the vizier, the chain, and the mirror, she makes her way to her brother and his lover. "Aiden, Silas! Exquisite, aren't they?"



Lucita steps into the garden, slowing her pace to permit her amber gaze to drift around her surroundings. She seeks a quiet, out of the way spot to observe.

"Your Majesty, thank you so much for attending and thank you, have no not visited the Grotto before this?" he asks as Alaric comes in brightly, "at least I am glad this if this is your first visit." To Silas and Aiden there is a bow, "Lord Commander, your Highness, welcome, come through." Saedrus chuckles gesturing off towards the show itself, distracted then by Monique. "Oh no, my Lady. The Auction itself was the idea of the Liberators, though the gardens and the current arrangement is my own. Please enjoy yourself, Lady Monique. I am sure we will speak shortly." When all the greetings are done.

Alistair arrives with a retinue of Inquisitorial agents, though they don't drag anyone off kicking or screaming. Infact his minions disperse through the gardens seeming intent to enjoy the event on their own terms. Alistair eyes the selection of food that is offered by the host. He seems... discontent with the choices offered. But he isn't going to be stringing anyone up for lackluster catering. Today...


    Still, he watches in quiet- moving on from one painting to the next. Slowly. Quietly. Along to another painting.

Eirene's here to watch. In Silence. It's a silent auction after all. She's sticking to herself, but bows for the King when he is near enough.

Clover drifts around the edges of the garden, around the paintings as well, but with a purpose. Aiming to cause her path to cross with Fortunato. She dips her golden head to him and murmurs softly to him.

Aiden is quiet alongside Silas, thoughtful and leaning up against the knight. The crowd was promising to be big and already the Prince was calming up. Maybe he didn't prepare himself so well for this or maybe it was the pressure to buy a painting for someone who had spent the last little while bidding on them - side eye for Silas. "Yes... I hope you're not going to be too attached to anything Si, even with my help--" and there was the 50k bid and he winces, "I... am not bidding that high... You know how much expenses I carry with the menagerie..." He mutters alongside Silas. His eyes turn to Ailys when she notes them both, "Yes they a... well, they're different. I'm not too sure I'd be fond to hang some of them on my wall..." He smiles to Saedrus but otherwise just leaves it at a nod.

"Prince Mason, Archlector Aleksei, Master Saedrus, good evening to you all, it's a pleasure to be here. I'd heard quite a lot about the original art show at the Shrine of the First Choice, it's a shame I wasn't able to attend. But I had an opening for the auction here, and I thought I'd take the chance to have a look at the work that's been so talked about," Alaric smiles engagingly. "It's very good to see a new discipleship of the Pantheon being active in the city; I wish you the best in this and all of the future endeavors of the 'Liberators'."

Fortunato tilts his head toward Clover to return quiet words. His attention drifts faint toward the king, then broader.

Mason gives Ailys and Aiden a smile, "Thank you for coming." He says to his kin warmly. "We appreciate all the support for the cause." Silas gets a smile, "Baron." He turns his attention back to Alaric then, his smile widening at the supportive words from the king. "It is Master Fortunato Grayhope that made most of the artwork, your majesty. He's the painter... he's... right over there." Mason says, pointing the skinny artist out should the king be interested.

"The auction is still running," Saedrus announces with a smile to the gardens as a whole, "and all are welcome to bid. Khinn has the current bids on the artworks, and there are slips available for those that wish to participate." The Whisper glances away from his greeting and idle chatter with those arriving and gestures out towards the artwork dappled through the pathways of the lush gardens. "The artworks are by the brilliant hand of Master Fortunato Grayhope and an anomynous artist as well, all thanks goes to their efforts and the efforts of Prince Mason Grayson as well as Archlector Aleksei Morgan and Liberators." Then-- back to chatting.

Khinn, the attendant, as surly faced as he is, does at least bow and greet those coming to get slips and check the current bids.


    After some time, Cesare quietly slides away from the paintings- finding wherever it is a drink could be found. Wine, of course, crimson as blood. "My thanks."

Clover glances over her shoulder, catching sight of the King and perhaps hearing Mason's words. She flashes a smile toward Fortunato, murmuring quietly to him once more before drifting away.

Monique dips her head to Saedrus. "Of course. I look forward to it." And then she leans over to Alaric, "Your Majesty. It's been forever." And she leans closer, her red hair screening her face as she murmurs something else, lower.

Silas inclines his head in Aily's direction when he hears her chime in and offers an informal half-bow. "Good evening, Your Highness." He moves nearer to the paintings now, intending to bring Aiden along for the ride. "This is the first time I've gotten to actually see them, myself, but they're magnificent. Worth every silver that I will not lose on them." He offers Aiden a wry grin now, not at all bothered by the fact that between the two of them they likely weren't going to win any auction. "That's fine. We can still donate, if need be." Mason is also given an informal bow. "Your Highness. Good to see you again."



"Oh, I quite agree," Ailys chuckles. "Yes, we'd have to bankrupt our family for four generations to get half of one of these paintings," the princess jokes. "But, in the meantime... we could just chat. You know I shirk the court more often than you," she shakes her ringlets.

"That being said... we could talk to our cousins, or the king. What do you both say?" Dimples form as the young princess grins.



Gerard, a secretary arrives, following Brianna.

Leona smiles from near the King - she is protecting without being too obvious about it, of course. "Thank you," she says to Aleksei. "I found the exhibition thought-provoking and - if not beautiful, certainly powerful." Leaning to Alaric she adds as she escorts him wherever he will, "as I told Master Fortunato here, himself the artist - the painting of becoming crownsworn was much how I felt when I took my oath."

Mason looks back to Silas, "Always a pleasure to see you as well. Did I ever congratulate you on your barony? You are entirely deserving." He says warmly, passing his wine glass off to an attendant and clasping his hands behind his back. "There are some basic descriptions written on the programs if you're interested, or I could try to answer any questions you have about the artwork."

Aiden remains quiet and nods when he has too.

Once his bid is overcome, Barric idly points at another one, putting the same bid on that one. He seems nonchalant and unconcerned about *which* painting he gets, still.

"Thank you," Aleksei says, beaming openly at Alaric for his support. And then his smile warms particularly for Leona. "And thank /you/, Lord Commander, for your support of our efforts. You're right -- they're meant to be difficult. To be honest, I don't know what I'd make of one in my home. But we have several Fortunato originals already, so I'm lucky in that." His grin goes a bit crooked.

1 Grayson Guardsmen, Severa, the Guard Shepherd leave, following Aiden.

Grotto attendants continue to circulate the gardens with silver trays balanced delicately in their hands. Some have drinks available; white and rose wines, aged whiskeys, brandies and rum, and tea or strawberry-infused water for those that do not want something alcoholic. While others are swanning through between people and art with food; cheeses and fruits, others with small cuts of bread with oils (some spiced others plain) for dipping and little pickled vegetables.

Fortunato brights suddenly in Alekesei's direction. "You get my awkward barely-successes. Puppies and bathhouses. Pleasantly askew."

Monique smirks at whatever Alaric has whispered back to her, but she nods her head. "That seems like a fair trade." And she can't help but overhear Mason. "I had some questions, if you wouldn't mind trying your hand at their answers," she interjects, smiling politely.

Silas allows Aiden to detangle himself to get some nibbles and drink, while Silas continues to chat with Mason and Ailys. "You might have and I may have simply forgotten, but it matters not. Thank you. I was honored to receive it." He dips his head back to Mason, then peers back at the artwork. "In a way, it's more intriguing to have no context. To try to figure out what it's attempting to convey by simple observation... but I will likely read the program afterwards to see if I was correct."

Eirene's got a brandy. Her face brightens as alcohol is brought about. And look, nibbly foods. She's ignoring the art and enjoying the libations and food for the moment. She's seen the art. Every once in a while warm blue eyes drift to the Archfiend of Slavery and she scowls at it angrily.

Lady Brianna Halfshav steps into the gardens of the Grotto, a deeply-driven scent of ocean underneath a fresh bath that leaves a scent of rose hips and honeysuckle. Her arm is bandaged, another on her ankle where her gauzy, pink skirts part as she walks, slit in a more Lycene style and her shoulders left bare to the Spring air. She takes a drink from a passing tray, a glass of rum, and her gaze drags to Silas as she overhears the question Mason poses to him. Her lips quirk into an easy smile, but she moves towards Barric and the bidding. "I think I may be outmatched, here," she admits quietly to the Grayson prince as she looks at the bids placed.

Eirene has joined the Tables and chairs before the fountain.


    A few slips are taken, Cesare quietly writing on each and sliding them into the proper boxes for particular pieces of art.

Leona makes a dismissive gesture. "I did very little," she says to Aleksei. "It was my honor to assist as I may, to support the fine works of others. Duty prevents me from doing more unfortunately. I will even need to leave to take care of business elsewhere before too much longer." She turns as Fortunato interjects and her smile warms. "Fortunato," she says, "I think far too many people underestimate the joy of an askew puppy."

Alaric leans down slightly to listen to Monique and replies quietly with an offhanded shrug and a grin, giving everyone's bows and greetings a nod, wave, or otherwise a little royal acknowledgment. "Is that so, Mason?" he notes, turning to look in Fortunato's direction. "Well then, can't leave without a word with the man of the hour. Best of luck with the fundraising, gentlemen," he concludes and turns to nod to Leona before tracking down Fortunato. "Master Fortunato!" he calls out briskly. "I must say, it's quite the impressive gallery here. My congratulations on your successful exhibit."

Mason gives Silas a nod, "Yes, we wanted people to really think about things as they look at the artwork. We had many long talks about how to put the show together... what subject material." The Eurusi man regards Monique next, accented voice lifted a bit to catch her attention, "Oh, of course. Please, ask. I'll do my best. Some of the work is largely left to interpretation." The king just gets a grin when he goes to harass Fortunato.

Alistair pays proper respects to those of higher station, the king getting a deep bow from the agent of the Inquisition. His eyes sweep around the gathering, lingering on Brianna for a moment longer then most others before he moves to join Eirene when he notices her scowl.

Alistair has joined the Tables and chairs before the fountain.

Lucita watches for a while then turns and makes her way out, a warm smile given others as she leaves.

"Last year he drew me with a pile of puppies," Aleksei informs Leona sagely. Over to Fortunato, he adds, "My favorite of yours isn't askew at all! Or an awkward barely-success. It's quite finished. And amazing."

Clover drifts across the gardens, coming to a stop infront of the painting of a wheat field. Her green eyes watch over the painting entitle going Crownsworn. Her eyebrows twitching together.

Barric turns a slight smile on Brianna, "Truth be told, I don't know anything about art; and I don't really care a great deal about art *myself*. If I'm outbid on every painting I intend on bidding on a blade of grass for the same." He inclines his head slightly, "The cause of ending Thralldom is just."



Ailys lends a smile to her quiet brother -- knowing of his awkwardness, she lets him be on his own, diverting her attention to Silas and Mason.

"Perhaps so," she muses. "It is its own artform. Truly... chilling. The mystic nature of some--" And for once, she has allowed herself to become a little embarassed as she drifts off.

"How is your darling daughter, dear cousin Mason," Ailys smiles, trying to redirect the conversation. "--Not that she'd enjoy paintings of this nature, I think," she giggles.



Fortunato sighs at Leona and Aleksei. "Askew puppies, askew portraits. It's what people want, flop and flatter. I won't deny it occasionally turns out marvelous." As the king approaches, he bows, deep, a little over-rapid. "Your Grace," he says, and straightens. "Thank you. I'm glad the lot, ah, meets with your approval. We're honored by your interest."

Silas catches sight of Brianna - namely due to her flaming red hair - and momentarily leaves Mason to interact with Monique. Who... also had startlingly red hair. He waves in her direction, then nods when he overhears her. "We tried." His gaze flickers back to Ailys. "Chilling, but provactive." He feels his stomach begin to rumble, and shifts his trek towards the munchies.

Monique says in Eurusi, "Your Highness, has the artist painted a good deal of these paintings with your firsthand insight?" Monique asks, switching to a foreign language as she addresses Mason. "I've heard many tales of Eurus, but none firsthand. I wonder if I might persuade you to have dinner with me some time, to let me pick your brain, as the expression goes?""


    Eventually, Cesare wanders over towards Saedrus- wine in hand. He bows his head and offers a graceful smile for his fellow Whisper, a genuine thing. So rare, those smiles, that it lights his face in way spectacular. "Saedrus, a lovely party. I'm guessing your doing, yes?"

"Perhaps if you bid that much on a blade of grass, you can at least get the Master Fortunato to paint it a pretty color," Brianna counters lightly to Barric, her lips lifting into a crooked grin as she lifts her fierce blue eyes up to meet the Prince's. "You are right, however. Anything given to the cause is surely worth it. I donated for Halfshav before, and I did try to bid on some of the pieces, before getting outpriced." Her gaze flicks away only for a moment, sweeping towards Alaric and Leona for a moment, then Fortunato and Aleksei, before her attention returns to Barric. "But, at least there are free drinks." She tips her glass in a toast towards him, lifting it to her lips.

Mason gives Ailys a smile when she asks after his daughter, "Safi is doing very well, thank you. Her birthday is coming soon. Lou and I plan to have a party for the family and some close friends. She'll be two." Hearing Eurusi catches Mason's attention adn he turns a curious look back to Monique. "Yes. I offered explanations of details I felt important and Fortunato did a masterful job bringing them to life on the canvas with his own unique interpretations." He nods, "I'd be happy to have dinner with you, though I am leaving soon for some time from the city, but I will try to fit it in. Otherwise, when I am back we can certainly make it happen."

"They take donations," Leona calls over to Barric easily. "You don't have to win the art to win the war." Returning her attention to her conversational partners, she chuckles at Fortunato's sally, clapping him on the shoulder - carefully, with gauntleted hands after all - and says, "I'm sure it's marvelous, but I found this exhibition thought provoking, and leading to any number of fascinating conversations on slavery and all who oppose it. That is the best of art, after all, that makes you think and reconsider deeply held beliefs and positions.

Saedrus nods to his attendants at the doors, to leave them closed for the time being. He then starts to make his way to the gardens proper when he sees Cesare, "Lovely you are able to attend, Cesare," Saed smiles brightly leaning to touch a kiss to the other Whisper's cheek. "It's beautiful, yes? A little disengaged from the art itself, but yes, this part is mine. Come walk with me," the Softest offers to Cesare with an arm out to the man -- the other reaching for a glass of wine for himself.

"It's very evocative indeed. I'm sure lots of people tell you this, but I'd fancied taking up art somedayt," Alaric notes to Fortunato. "Finding the time to begin some serious study of painting techniques is always a challenge, but I still would like to take up the brush someday." He glances at the nearest painting musingly. "I've had some experiences that are difficult to convey, you might say," he says dryly. "Learning to paint and trying to use the visual arts to express them might be... therapeutic, possibly. If you've got any tips, I'd definitely be interested to hear them."

"Hey, I didn't /ask/ for you to draw silly fluff of me with puppies," Aleksei points out to Fortunato. "You were just cute and drew it for me anyways because you like me." His gaze slides to Alaric briefly, his expression curious, before he looks back to Leona. He offers her a surreptitious thumbs up for her call to Barric.

"Speaking of..." agrees Barric with a slight grin, and he steps over toget a drink himself. He then smiles to Brianna, "I would not insult the master by asking him to lower himself to paint grass, but the thought is true enough." He nods over towards Leona, "Oh, they're getting my silver no matter what. If it comes with a painting, so be it; I'll ... find someone to give it to them as a gift." He chuckles softly, shrugging one shoulder.


    Cesare queitly shifts his parasol, sliding it into his belt as if it were a blade. Defense against the elements, no doubt. He takes Saedrus' arm as one might a beloved brother. "Of course, yes. Very beautiful." he remarks, "Almost impossible to ignore, such beauty." he says next, sipping on his wine.

Eirene's glaring at the painting again as she mutters to the Inquisitor. The dark-haired woman's white and silver braids stand out against her red and black leather tonight, wearing them down for a change.

"No, of course not,"

Monique slips back into Arvani with a fluid ease and her smile for Mason's agreement is as the sunrise. "Wonderful. I'll look forward to it. If you'll excuse me? I have to see which of these masterpieces I can persuade Master Fortunato to make a cheaper copy of," the Minx allows with a ruby-lipped smile.

Saedrus chortles, leaning into Cesare's side as they make their way along the pathways. "Have you met the artist?" he asks Cesare as they wind their way towards Fortunato.

Clover drifts away from the paintings, drifting into the direction of Silas. A warm smile is given to the Lord Commander. "Baron Whitehawk." A wiggle of her fingers is given to him. "I hope you are well."



Ailys coos sweetly. "How wonderful -- I should never miss that. Why, I shall shower her with the finest gifts I can find," her lips purse softly, and she clears her throat.

"I feel abashed to say this, but-- why, I hardly know any of the people here," Ailys confesses. "Still, always good to have family."



"No, of course not," Brianna agrees, though humor warms her pale gaze and touches the corner of her lips as she glances towards Fortunato. "But! Maybe he'd find it a challenge. One never knows." Her gaze lingers as Alaric starts speaking of learning to paint, her brow arching upwards in a question even as she laughs, softly. But her gaze drags back to Barric and she offers, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Prince Barric. It's been far too long. We should hit the ring together, someday soon."

Silas looks up from munching on some cheese and brightens when he beholds Clover. Thankfully, he's polite enough to swallow before he speaks. "Hello Clover. Long time no see." He pauses to look her over. "I'm doing great, all things considered. I appreciate these moments of levity more than ever, now." A pause. "I hope you're doing alright, yourself."

Fortunato is briefly lost in the haze of congratulation and comment, but slowly focuses back toward King Alaric, his eyes sharpening. "Painting is very helpful for that, Your Grace. I paint sometimes to communicate and sometimes to . . . expel. If your first purpose is to expel, then color and the intensity of the strokes is more important than how much the finished work resembles memory. Detail comes later, with practice." He leans back on his heel. "I would start with splash and color. Always." He then turns deflective, reflective smiles on Leona and Aleksei in turn.

Mason gives Monique an an understanding nod and turns his attention back to Ailys, "There are a great many people here. I do not know many of them either, cousin. As for Safiyyah, try not to spoil her too greatly..." He says with a chuckle. "She already insists everyone call her 'princess'. We might have our work cut out for us." He glances over as a messenger brings him a note, taking it.

Ryder the falcon arrives, delivering a message to Mason before departing.

"Hm, you never know with artists." Barric agrees with Brianna, smiling and inclining his head to the woman, "And it is good to see you again too, Lady. I am always up for sparring, perhaps this evening after this event concludes?"

Clover smiles toward Silas a little bit wider, warm and affectionate. "The paintings are ... well, awe inspiring." She glances over her shoulder at the moment and says, "And unfortunately, I don't think I can compete with the bids." A little shake of her head is given and she says, "I'm well, thank you. Busy with research and the like." A hand idly smooths the satin of her dress down over her stomach. "But I feel rather swallowed by the crowd. So I may go find some place quiet."

Alaric listens attentively to Fortunato's advice, nodding at the conclusion. "Yes, I'll remember that. Well then, I won't monopolize your time tonight, there's plenty of other people who would like to have a word. Congratulations again, Master Fortunato, and I hope to be able to attend another of your exhibits someday." With a personable grin and a nod, the King leaves Fortunato to go do some of his own up-close inspection of the paintings on auction, occasionally pointing things of interest out to Leona as he does so.

Mason is overheard praising Fortunato for: A virtuoso of artistry.

Mason is overheard praising Saedrus for: Exquisite party for the art auction!

"I am afraid that my evening is spoken for, and I am still healing," Brianna replies with a wrinkle of her nose, holding out her bandaged forearm and twisting it briefly before she smiles up at Barric easily. "But, soon. I'll bring the whiskey," she promises with a quirk of her brow.



Ailys is a social butterfly, but it's hard not to feel a little awkward when so many unfamiliar faces crowd the hall, and strangers approach close friends. Thankfully, Clover's own musings provide a perfect opportunity for her to cut in --

"I quite agree," she smiles. "My medicine books need me more than these paintings, but," she shrugs. "I feel over half of Arx is here tonight."



Mason is overheard praising Aleksei for: Liberty!

Monique approaches Fortunato with a familiar smile on her face. "The man of the hour," she greets, and the greeting is just as congratulatory as it should be, but muted in the face of his somewhat visible discomfort. Her glance strays to Alaric, too. "Again, Your Majesty." Wouldn't do to ignore the King! But it's Fortunato she focuses on since the King slips away. "This is incredible, Master Fortunato. You should be very proud. Did I overhear you offering lessons to the King?"


    "I don't believe I have." Cesare notes, looking over towards Fortunato, "I might need to commission something. I'm afraid this auction may go well beyond my own meager funds before long."

Mason is overheard praising Alaric for: A king that supports the causes of his people, truly a monarch to be praised.

Eirene heard something about medicine books. Much more interesting than art, hm? She pauses and looks over towards Ailys but can't quite make out who was talking about it. She grabs a small handful of things on tiny sticks and munches as she continues her low conversation by the fountain.

Monique is overheard praising Fortunato for: The Rembrandt of Arvum

Leona winks at Aleksei's thumbs-up, not so surreptitiously. "I feel like everyone knows where I stand on this particular issue in any case," she states with a soft laugh, her hand shifting now to hook one thumb through her belt as she takes a comfortable stance. "I'm sure we could scare up art supplies if you've an interest in attempting to learn, Your Majesty. The King's Own is completely supportive of a hobby that leaves you safely ensconced in the palace for optimal protection. I MEAN we are completely supportive of those hobbies that interest you." With another grin at Fortunato and Aleksei, she moves off with Alaric, keeping to her post most seriously.

As they pause, Leona listens to Alaric and responds to something lightly, and then lets him contemplate the art in silence as she bows her head in greeting to the High Inquisitor. "High Inquisitor," she says to Alistair, "A pleasure to see you here tonight."

Silas looks back to the paintings. "I'm rather fond of the one with the heroes, myself. But that one was well out of my reach almost since the bidding began. The Graysons have deep pockets." He absently wipes some cheesy crumbs from his silk tunic, as Ailys and Clover comment on the size of the crowd. "That's how it usually is with auctions, isn't it? Particularly when associated with such a pertinent cause. I can't blame either of you, though. I'll likely only stay until the bidding closes myself."

2 Laurent Guards arrives, following Nicia.

Nicia arrives, following Cristoph.

Alistair stands quietly besides the table that Eirene has occupiued, the two conversing in hushed tones and generally looks of... displeasure. Then again that is Alistair's default state. At least most people assume it is, since the emotionless mask he has mastered makes it hard to tell what he is thinking. Probably various ways to horribly kill evil people. He turns to regard Leona, offering a bow to the woman. "And you, Lord Commander. Pleased to be out of the Palace I imagine...?"

Saedrus leads off towards Fortunato, "Fort," Saed greets leaning in to touch a kiss to the artist's cheek. "I would like to introduce you to Cesare, who is quickly becoming a fan of your art. Cesare, this is Master Fortunato Grayhope -- easily the most wonderful artist in the city. At least, he is my favourite."

Mason withdraws, tending to some messages for a few moments while everyone mingles and views the artwork. There's a frown on his face as he sifts through several missives.

Ryder the falcon arrives, delivering a message to Mason before departing.

Clover smiles toward Ailys and says, "Oh, medicine books? Are you a healer..?" A glance to the coronet on the woman's head and she guesses, "your highness?" a flicker of green eyes to Silas as if to confirm. And then to Silas she glances toward the one of the heros and then back toward Silas, she asks, "Shall I bid on it for you? If it hasn't gotten too high yet, I might be able to get it."

"Understood; and agreed." Barric nods to Brianna with a smile, "If you'll excuse me-- there's someone I have to ask something about, but soon we should make this happen." He bows slightly to her, and then turns to make his way over towards Mason. He makes his way over towards Mason, "Cousin." he greets, "So, one of these days someone is going to have to sit me down and explain Skald to me."



"A physician, yes," the Grayson princess confirms to Clover with a smallish smile. "Princess Ailys Grayson, but please, lady -- simply call me Ailys," she nods swiftly, and then pipes up again: "I'm sure Aiden would love that, too."



Brianna's smile is offered to Barric as he excuses himself, before she moves through the crowd towards Silas, now. Once there, she greets, "Ah, my erstwhile ally. It seems we are both defeated, are we not?" Humor softens the edges of her words, teasing at them.


    "It is truly lovely." Cesare says, "Beauty is fleeting, but this art is lovely to behold. I'm particularly taken with that one..." Cesare points towards 'Magister of the Mirror'. "I may have even put in a few bids for it." he says with a bow of his head. "Tell me, Master Fortunato, how does your Muse find you?"

Saedrus pauses in his conversation with Fortunato and Cesare, "Just a note the auction will be closing shortly," he announces calmly, voice clear without ever really raising it. "Just 10 minutes left to place your bids on these exceptional pieces." the Whisper notes before continuing on his way.

Leona smiles slightly. "I'm not quite always in the Palace, High Inquisitor. There are enough of us that we take shifts, but then I have other duties as well. If I were to escape the Palace though, this certainly would be the place to do it. And you? I hear the Inquisition has been an interesting place to be, of late."

Mason gives Barric a smile, holding up a finger as he quickly finishes scratching out a message and sending it off. Then he straightens from the table he was leaning over. "I'd be happy to talk about Skald. I also have a book I can give you that explains a great deal better than myself." He gestures to the chairs at the table. "Care to sit now?"

Mason gets The Doctrine of Skald from Armor Bag.

Fortunato drifts another bow after Alaric as he departs, then flashes a smile over to Monique. It's a reasonable smile. "Thank you, my lady. I would of course be honored to offer the king, and others, more formal lessons. Art has its own value, even if no one else sees it." Then he passes a glance to Saedrus, hard to avoid, cheek-kiss and all. "Saedrus, and Cesare? Cesare. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance." And then he barks a small laugh. "People do like the magister. It's the blood, I suspect. My muse is largely terrible things. Easier to paint."

Nicia and Cristoph arrive! Fashionably late. As they enter the gardens with the auction /just/ about to close, Cris can be heard explaining: "Yes, I suppose it /is/ a lot of money? But it's a good cause?" So perhaps the tail end of a discussion on why he feels the need to spend buttloads of silver on a painting.

"A book will be just fine. I figure if there's new gods and all such things, I should get around to knowing how to worship them. And a god that opposes slavery sounds worthy of worship." Barric nods to Mason, and accepts the book; for now he just tucks it under an arm, "I'll read it later, and come back for questions."

"If you are certain..." Nicia replies, looking momentarily uncertain about this buttloads of silver being spent on a painting, but then she smiles, shaking her head, "If you want it, then we should do our very best to get it." She decides after a moment, her hand tucking into the crook of his arm, looking around at the change in the garden for the event.

Monique grins to Fortunato. "I'll be pleased if you do, since the King has offered up his artistry as a prize for the Spring Soiree. He's to do a portrait of one of the contest winners." She wrinkles her nose teasingly. "Now I'm wishing I had asked you first, seeing all this!"

Eirene raises a hand in farewell to the Inquisitor since the Lady Commander has his attention now. She grabs a final flute of champaigne and drinks it as she walks out. If she bid, it was silent...

Inquisitor Jonathen, 4 Veteran Confessors arrive, following Laric.

4 Veteran Confessors have been dismissed.

Aleksei looks over to spot Cristoph and Nicia's entrance, offering warm smiles to the both of them. "Duke, Duchess, welcome," he says, a glass of whiskey in one hand.

"I'm a Disciple of the First Choice, so I'm happy to talk to you anytime you like, cousin." Mason says to Barric. "The Liberators greatly oppose all forms of slavery and this is what we're dedicated to battling."

Silas looks puzzled at Clover. "Well... it's... at sixty thousand, I think? I've lost track." There's a chance he'll be genuinely surprised if she can outbid the Duke! He looks a hint sheepish. "You should probably keep the silver." It doesn't seem like he's -demanding- she not bid, though! He nods to Brianna, with mock solemnity. "Indeed. We've been bested, but it was a valiant effort."

Alistair gives a slight nod to Eirene as she departs, not keeping her any longer then needed. Leona claims his full attention with that very interesting turn of phrase that she uses. His intense gaze barrels into her, "And what have you heard regarding the Order that you would consider it interesting...?" he asks with a raised brow.

Saedrus chuckles softly, looking to Monique, "Lady Monique, have you met Master Cesare Whisper?" he asks now introductions have been made with Fortunato. The Softest slips aside to permit Monique and Cesare to meet and smiles, leaning into Fortunato a little more.

"Go entertain yourselves for a few hours. I'll be in good company," Laric says aside to his Confessors as he enters the garden, slowing from his brisk pace. The Inquisition's Master of Questions stays near the entrance for a moment, surveying the crowd before heading over to Khinn to check on the latest bids and slide an increasingly last minute one in himself.

"We have met," Monique says to Saedrus, turning from Fortunato for the moment, her voice a picture of cheer. "Well met once more, Master Cesare. You're looking wonderful tonight. Have you come to bid?"

"If we go home with it, I'll hang it right in the main hall. What do you want to drink?" Cristoph asks Nicia as they pass where some refreshments are being handed out. Aleksei's voice catches his attention and he turns his way. "Blessed Aleksei, it's good to see you again. I feel like I encounter you with fair frequency these days." Granted it's always at large events, but a guy can't get too picky.

Clover flicks her gaze toward painting, and she quickly grabs a ticket and writs down a number before handing it over. To Silas she smiles a moment and says, "Consider it a gift."

Eirene raises a hand in general farewell to the room. Not sure who she's waving to or if anyone cares, the Malvici medic goes back into the pools.

Eirene has left the Tables and chairs before the fountain.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard leaves, following Eirene.

"Whiskey is fine..will it look nice in the main hall?" Nicia wonders, her brows tugging inwards briefly before she glances towards Aleksei, a smile appearing as the furrow vanishes, "Hello, Blessed Aleksei...a pleasure to see you once again...your evening, it is going well?"

"Alas, another day," Brianna replies lightly, her smile crinkling at her eyes. "It was worthwhile when it lasted, anyways. I hope you enjoy the festivities, in any case." With that, and a quick curtsy to the Baron, the lady moves off to approach Leona and Alaric, murmuring a greeting and something else.

Inclining his head to Mason, Barric flashes a bit of a grin, "Yes, that much at least I understood. That's why I decided, one way or another, to donate to this cause. If nothing else, it is worthy."


    "Not the blood. No. The darkness." Cesare replies quietly. "The darkness. The shadows. That is what is lovely to me- the negative space, as it were." he mentions as he turns to look at the painting from afar. He looks quietly over to Monique, bowing his head. "I have, My Lady. Although, I'm afraid I'll need to fulfil my love of art elsewhere- Whisper or no, I do not believe I will be able to outbid most of the august guests in this establishment. Still, a bit of fun."

Leona murmurs, "Oh, I think it was the impromptu trip to Southport that caught my attention most recently." But she offers Alistair a smile, from where she stands with Alaric. "I hear there may be a new recruiting slogan soon - 'Join the Inquisition. See the world.'" She nods, looking so sincere. "I would love to chat longer," she adds, "but unfortunately duty calls and I really must go. Are you ready, Your Majesty? We should probably be about it now. I would hate to be late." She leans to listen to Brianna but then adds, "Lady Brianna, would you care to speak while we walk?"

"I am amiable to the idea of another alliance sometime in the future," Silas replies to Brianna with a sage nod and bow. "Be well, Lady Halfshav. Until next time." The Lord Commander gawks at Clover when she jumps into the bidding contest. "Oh, wow, I will need to up the ante when your birthday comes around."

"If you're ever interested in joining the Liberators, please let me know." Mason says to Barric, a bit of excitement on his face now as he hears the announcements calling for the last of the bids. "I am still amazed at how much people have given in support. I never could have imagined. It brings me so much hope."

"Yes, I understand completely," Alaric agrees wryly with Leona's delineation of the King's Own Approved Hobbies and Pastimes. "I still remember how excitied you looked that time I said I should try taking a regular mid-day nap." He glances to the auction table before looking back to Leona. "Duty calls, yes. Alas, we're going to miss the exciting part!" He looks past Leona to smirk at Brianna. "Well, at least you'll miss it too, apparently."

"Do you?" Aleksei grins crookedly at Cristoph. "Seems like we've just been at the same events in the last month or two. But it's good to see you again!" He looks to Nicia. "And you as well, my lady. It's going -- rather fantastically, honestly. The amount of money we've raised..."

"Oh, the king is doubtless a faster painter than I am, Lady Monique, and I'll be fascinated to see his work." Fortunato flashes a wider smile at Saedrus, then looks over at Cesare, his smile lightly more edged. "Ah, the shadow holds fascination, doesn't it. Won't deny that."

"Thank you all! The bids are now closed." Saedrus calls. Khinn starts moving about the crowd to collect the bidding slips from people to make a final count.

Alistair doesn't break his stoic look, though there is a look to his eyes that says he is relieved that it is just the recent adventures of some of the Order's newest blood that has caught the Lord Commander's attention. He isn't sure if he could tolerate more of the darker secrets of the order being let out. He nods his head to the woman as she departs, his gaze shifting over to Laric and bow his head in recognition to the Master of Questions.

Saedrus smiles to Fortunato, Cesare and Monique, "Excuse me, sorry." the Whisper bids before moving off.

Now that the auction is closed, Saedrus moves to the closest center point of the gardens -- the fountain. In a moment of still the Whisper speaks above the gathered group, "While the bids are being checked over there are just a few things to be said. First and foremost thank you everyone for attending both the original art show of Freedom, and the auction today. The Liberators would also like to extend a great thanks to everyone who has donated to the cause, it has been an incredible effort from so many within the city and we are grateful for all or your support." Saedrus bows graciously to those present and smiles on rising before he continues.

"All of your efforts, and the work behind these events are for a very specific cause: the purchase of thrall debt. As disciples of the First Choice, working to support the freedom of thralls is an integral part of our work, as Blessed Aleksei noted at the original art show. The donation made here today and all that generous persons throughout the city have given in previous weeks will be going towards not only paying off debts, and securing freedom where able but so much more. The great sums donated will go towards the relocation of freed thralls if they wish it, their room and board to start their lives anew. To further this there will also be support in re-joining society such as assistance finding work and education in traineeships or learning new skills." With a warm and welcomed gesture of both arms out towards the gardens Saedrus smiles brightly to add, on a final, important note:

"All this is only possible thanks to everyone here, and everyone willing to offer what they have within the city. Thank you, truly. And please enjoy yourselves and the winners of the art will be notes promptly."

Clover embarks on a quiet, but intense bidding war with someone ... her concentration on that for the moment.

"Ah, you tell me. It's that one." And Cristoph gestures towards 'conquering heros - a perspective'. "It'll certainly make a statement." The whiskey is procured and handed off to her. As the bidding draws to a close, he frowns when someone keeps repeatedly whispering something in his here. He replies to them and remains relaxed, even if he becomes rather ansty. "This is more stressful than I anticipated." He comments to both Nicia and Aleksei.

Cristoph looks in a certain someone's direction several times!

"Has it? Wonderful...are donations simply donations, or just what is bid on things?" Nicia wonders, accepting the whiskey from Cris, giving him a quick smile of thanks before she lets her attention turn towards Saedrus as he calls the bidding closed.

Leona escorts the King and Lady Brianna out of the grotto, speaking quietly to both of them as they go.

10 King's Own Guardsmen, Zelda, the royal messenger leave, following Alaric.

Gerard, a secretary leaves, following Brianna.

4 King's Own Guardsmen, Narses, Alaric, Brianna leave, following Leona.

Done with that Clover returns to Ailys and Silas with a sheepish expression. A little bow is given to the Lord Commander and she says ruefully, "My apologies, Silas. He got the bid in just before it closed and I couldn't bid anymore." A little shake of her head is given. To Ailys she turns, "Oh, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Ailys. I'm Lady Clover Wyrmguard."

"It is, isn't it?" Aleksei agrees with Cristoph, but he's rather beaming at all the activity. He looks back to Nicia. "We're accepting donations as well as auction bids. But Fortunato graciously donated the artwork to us, so all the bids are going into the same fund as the donations for our efforts." He looks over to Saedrus, craning his head a bit as he watches the final bids being tallied and checked over.

When the bidding is called, Monique is thrilled. "Oh, Marius is going to kill me!" she enthuses, clapping her hands together. "Ah, well. What good is being Voice if you can't decorate!"

Barric does not actually have fifty thousand silver on him; he has a writ from the bank for that, and so he hands it over to his cousin, Mason. He nods his head over to Saedrus, "It is good work you do."

"High Inquisitor. We'll have to catch up soon." Laric slides Alistair a brief smile from across the room, penning a note and sliding it off to Khinn. He absently wipes some wet ink off his fingers with a handkerchief and considers the crowd one more time, then quietly makes his way out of the Grotto and on to his next appointment.

Inquisitor Jonathen, 4 Veteran Confessors leave, following Laric.

Silas smiles warmly back at Clover. "It's quite alright, Clover. It was close! And I'm still impressed and flattered." He bows himself now. "Thank you for your intended generosity." Silas looks between Ailys and Clover and his smile lengthens again. "You're both quite skilled and well-learned, from what I've witnessed. Perhaps you can compare notes?"

The bidding ends and Cristoph smiles brightly at Nicia. "It's a good thing I just made all of those trade arrangements with the Lycene." He gets a drink for himself too, knocking some of it back now that the action is over. "I wish that I could know who painted it. But I suppose that's the point of it being anonymous."

"Ah. More work I see." Alistair retorts to his boss in his low grumble of a voice. But he doesn't seem to mind it too much. Always work with evil afoot. Speaking of which he gives a few people the Eye.



"Shame. Still, it's only a painting," Ailys tries to reassure the lady, though her eyes betray her -- she clearly sees something in their beauty.

"And the pleasure is all mine, Lady Clover. You know Silas already then," she smiles.

"Congratulations to Lady Monique Greenmarch for having the highest bid for 'Boroughs'; Prince Barric Grayson for his purchase of Skal'daja; Prince Laric Grayson for both 'Grand Vizier, Golden Chain' and 'Plaza of Fetters'; and Duke Cristoph Laurent for having the highest bid for 'Conquering Heroes: A perspective'. All other art pieces have been sold to bidders not present, but thank you all for your bids -- I will have a total of the coin donated to the cause in a moment." Saedrus explains glancing off to his attendants.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Mason before departing.

Mason picks up Skal'daja.

Mason picks up plaza of fetters.

"Did he? That is wonderful...I've a cousin, Lord Sebastian, he is also an artist..I'm actually surprised that he isn't here tonight." Nicia glances around, just to double-check that her cousin is not in fact here. Then when the names of the winners are called out she pauses, then slants a look at Cristoph, expression amused, "How much did you bid on this painting anyways?"

Mason picks up grand vizier, golden chain.

Clover smiles toward Silas and says, "I tried!" A soft laugh is given. Though she shifts a moment toward Ailys once more, moving so that she's facing both of the graysons. Her green eyes shifting between the two. "Aye, Baron Whitehawk was one of the first friends I made when I came to Arx. He's the most kind knight there is in the city!" A glance back to Silas and she says, "Compare notes? Oh, well. Right. I'm also trained as a healer. Though I consider myself more of a historian than a healer these days." Her lips quirk, and there's a hint of pink on her cheeks.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Barric before departing.

Cristoph makes a great show of drinking his wine and looking down into the contents of his glass when Nicia asks that question. He clears his throat and explains, "You see there was a bidding war... And I can be a little competitive." 'little' is emphasis by his index and thumb finger coming together. Then he leans over and likely whispers the number into her ear before pulling back and looking mild sheepish.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Monique before departing.

Kit, the grey fox, Brigid the Genet leave, following Monique.

"A little comp..." Nicia starts, then pauses when he leans down to whisper in her ear. At first, she just looks thoughtful, then whatever amount he whispered to her finally dawns on her and she blinks slowly at him, mouth opening to say something, only no actual sound comes out at first. She clears her throat after a moment, a hand lifting to cover her mouth before she nods, "Oh, yes...bidding wars, they do tend to make one competitive."

"It's for a good cause!" Aleksei interjects to Nicia, like he's butting in to be Cristoph's defender.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Mason before departing.

Kit, the grey fox, Brigid the Genet arrive, following Monique.

Silas raises his brows at Clover, interest piqued now. "Is there any particular part of history which interests you?" He wasn't aware of this hobby! But he can be fairly oblivious in general. He does briefly turn away to deposit a large pile of silver into the present donation box.

"I don't need anything for my birthday later this year?" And possibly the year after and the year after that. Cristoph smiles hopefully at Nicia before taking another long drink from his glass. There's an appreciative look given to Aleksei for his interjection there.

Alistair has left the Tables and chairs before the fountain.

Gaius, a Thraxian Confessor have been dismissed.

Balanar, a shadowy Confessor have been dismissed.

2 Armed Confessors have been dismissed.

Mason picks up the fiend of slavery.

"Well, godo evening all." Barric offers a nod to the group, and turns to make his way out.

Mason picks up boroughs.

Monique makes for Mason, handing over the money for the painting she won, looking *thrilled* beyond measure. "Happily, do I part with this fortune!"

"This has been an exceptional effort from everyone." Saedrus announces brightly as he takes up a parchment from his attendant Khinn, who lurks nearby. "Thanks to everyone one involved the Liberators have been able to raise 596,011 silver just from this auction alone in the aid of thralls." The Whisper considers the parchment a moment, a very proud look on pretty features when he adds on. "In total though, from the very begining of the art show a month ago, the city has been able to raise a total of 2,917,061 silver to help free thralls and assist them in starting new lives. The donations are still open, of course," Saedrus gestures off to the donations box. "What you have all been able to achieve is amazing, thank you all so much."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Saedrus before departing.

"It is for a good cause." Nicia agrees with Aleksei, nodding before she takes a rather large swallow off her drink, then she smiles at Cristoph, "You still deserve a birthday present. Perhaps even an early one...maybe even a belated wedding present, since I was a horrible failure and didn't get you anything in all the chaos." She glances at Aleksei, "Wouldn't you agree?"

Mason comments in the wake of Saedrus's words, "Actually, we just got some donations in and they put us at 2,982,000." The prince comments from amid a pile of messages that just came to him.

"Anyone want to make it an even three million?" Aleksei lifts his voice to say with a rakish grin to the crowd, positively beaming. He looks back to Nicia, blinking. "What? Yes! Everyone should have birthday presents. I mean wedding presents. Sorry, I'm a bit excitable right now."

Monique whistles low. "Well, I know who I'll be robbing later," the Minx of the Marches mutters, a smile curving her lips.

"If you'll allow me a quick stop by the bank, I'll donate the eighteen thousand to make it three million." says Clover, to Mason and Aleksei.

Synder The Wolfhound leaves, following Barric.

"I think we could allow that," Aleksei tells Clover, grin threatening to eat his whole face. "/Thank you/, my lady."

Clover smiles toward Silas and says, "All of it, really. But I'm fascinated by everything about Oathlands history. Learning about Dame Sugan and Valar, and ..." She shrugs her shoulders. And says, "But perhaps I need to run by the bank." A glance is given toward Ailys, "Would you like to have tea sometime?" She's drawing away to head to the doors.

"As always, this was an incredible event," Monique murmurs, stopping by Saedrus and Mason and Aleksei with her painting prize. "Thank you for hosting. And I'm so glad to be able to contribute in some small way."

Mason gives Clover a delighted smile, "You are most kind." He says, warmth in his voice. Then he starts moving with attendants to properly pack up the paintings for delivery to the winners.

Saedrus bows graciously to Monique, "thank you so much for your support, Lady Monqiue," he says. On rising Saed smiles brightly and adds, "and do come by the gardens if you care to chat, my Lady. It is always a pleasure to see you."

Silas lets his gaze follow Clover as she opts to do a bank run and waves. "I'll probably be heading back to the manor. Take care, Clover! If you need any more chocolate tea, just ask."

Kit, the grey fox, Brigid the Genet leave, following Monique.

Clover returns ... someday later with a big pouch of money to give to Aleksei. Timeywimeystuff happens.

"Well, you did say yes to a lifetime of watching me behave like a fool. That's a fairly good wedding present." Cristoph grins crookedly at Nicia before knocking back the rest of his wine. "I'm going to make the run to the bank and have it sent to Prince Mason? Do you wish to join me?" He tips his head to the exit. "Thank you for your company again, Blessed Aleksei."

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Saedrus before departing.

The auction finished, Fortunato quietly slips out.

Ugarte leaves, following Fortunato.

"That is, but that is also not as good of a present as you deserve." Nicia replies with a shake of her head, finishing her drink and passing it off to someone before she nods to Aleksei, "It was very nice seeing you again."

Silas departs from the garden, as well! Painting-less and with lighter pockets, but full of delicious strange cheeses.

Mason picks up magister of the mirror.

Dash the Guard Corgi, 2 Iron Guardsmen leave, following Silas.

"Thank you all for coming!" Aleksei says as people start to make their way out. "And for your generosity!" In a lower voice, he nearly baffles, "Good gods, people like art."

Saedrus bows as people begin to make their way out. "Thank you all for your help and kindness," he bids. After a time he starts to make his way over to Aleksei, taking up a fresh glass of whiskey for the Archlector as he goes.

2 Laurent Guards leaves, following Nicia.

Nicia leaves, following Cristoph.