[ It goes without saying that not a moment goes by where Prestor isn't inwardly smirking.
Prestor's eyes, sharp even in the dark and with an occasionally peculiar glint—a "blink and you miss it" sort of thing, perhaps a byproduct of the magic—follow Adam as he trails about the kitchen and finds his way to a seat, studying his attire, his face, the way he carries himself, anything he can file away for later assessment. He doesn't doubt now his background amongst the authorities of his world; Prestor had some meat to his bones in his current guise, but he was still slender in comparison, a smaller presence at the table. The grizzled quality to his expression and tone showed through all the more in person, a far cry from the smoother dialect of a noble. And those shades...
Yes, interesting was an understatement here.
Clearing his throat in a deliberate show of politeness, Prestor dips his head in apology. ]
I hope you might accept my hospitality, having invited you over without properly introducing myself first. My name is Daval Prestor. Titles mean little in this place, but I was a lord back home in Azeroth, high counsel to His Majesty, King Terenas.
Though you already know most of that, yes? [ His face brightens with an easy smile. ] Still, formalities are important to me.
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[ It goes without saying that not a moment goes by where Prestor isn't inwardly smirking.
Prestor's eyes, sharp even in the dark and with an occasionally peculiar glint—a "blink and you miss it" sort of thing, perhaps a byproduct of the magic—follow Adam as he trails about the kitchen and finds his way to a seat, studying his attire, his face, the way he carries himself, anything he can file away for later assessment. He doesn't doubt now his background amongst the authorities of his world; Prestor had some meat to his bones in his current guise, but he was still slender in comparison, a smaller presence at the table. The grizzled quality to his expression and tone showed through all the more in person, a far cry from the smoother dialect of a noble. And those shades...
Yes, interesting was an understatement here.
Clearing his throat in a deliberate show of politeness, Prestor dips his head in apology. ]
I hope you might accept my hospitality, having invited you over without properly introducing myself first. My name is Daval Prestor. Titles mean little in this place, but I was a lord back home in Azeroth, high counsel to His Majesty, King Terenas.
Though you already know most of that, yes? [ His face brightens with an easy smile. ] Still, formalities are important to me.