As the party entered the tavern restaurant, scowls were exchanged all around, the atmosphere of tension breaking out into clear resentment between the golden-furred invitee and the rest of the younger entourage. As Orina greeted her fellow vice minister, however, Aramaeus's eyes widened, and he hurriedly straightened and dusted off his coat. "Vice Minister Bluemoon!" he greeted their host with an elaborate bow. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir!"
Mileya, in the meantime, hovered near the back with her brother, his beau, and their adoptive daughter. "Wait for us to be introduced," she murmured from the corner of her mouth. "Addressing a lord or minister without an introduction just makes a rat's tail of you - case in point," she subtly nodded to the golden fox unknowingly humiliating himself before one of the most powerful beasts in the Imperium.
Mileya, in the meantime, hovered near the back with her brother, his beau, and their adoptive daughter. "Wait for us to be introduced," she murmured from the corner of her mouth. "Addressing a lord or minister without an introduction just makes a rat's tail of you - case in point," she subtly nodded to the golden fox unknowingly humiliating himself before one of the most powerful beasts in the Imperium.
