Akakios could not believe his luck for the pair to be arguing before him. The possibility of it all being staged wasn't even crossing his mind. As he watched them, he snagged a server and asked for another glass of the wine he'd been drinking. It came rather quickly, but the vampire was far too distracted by what was happening around him when it replaced his empty one.
Looking left and right down the table as most of the men rose when she stood, the nobleman was quite confused. In all his life he had never seen a mere entertainer honored in such a public fashion. But more than that, it was the chilling, beautiful sound of the Old Serenian tongue that captured his attention.
The more she said, the more drawn in the vampire became. It was a shock to him, to hear someone speaking the language so fluently. He was not aware of the language still being a tradition among Tirial, especially its nobles. He himself had not heard a word of it uttered by someone besides himself in a very, very long time. Though she was not speaking to him, it still struck Akakios quite powerfully, taming him temporarily to hear his mother tongue spoken with such fluidity and grace.
He watched the woman go until she was completely out of sight, and then he watched the men sit back down. Looking to Lucas with a confused expression, he wondered why all of this was happening. He certainly was not in Featherfall this night. "Who is she really, Lucas?" he whispered to him. "What kind of singer gets that sort of treatment?"
Lucas sighed and rolled his eyes and whispered back. "We should wait until we have more privacy or can do proper introductions, Akakios. This is not the sort of thing to be whispering about at the dinner table."
"She's not a queen, is she?" he scoffed, still whispering.
"No, but to these people she might as well be."
The thought of her being this province's High Lady still had not crossed his mind as the vampire looked to the door she'd disappeared through. She certainly had his full attention now, this mystery Lady Dvorak. Even if she was some admired nobleman's daughter he was very interested to know why the people here seemed to make such a fuss over her.
Straightening in his seat and drinking from his new glass of wine as he pondered her, Akakios studied her adviser closely. He was certainly interested in them now, but especially the woman. If she was important, then it only served as a further challenge for him to feed from her. Perhaps he could cause a little scandal in his time here. That was certainly an exciting thought. "Ro'or, is it?" he addressed him finally. "Is your lady always so vivacious?" he wondered, a confident smile there and mirth dancing in his eyes.
"Where ever did she learn to speak the Old language?" he asked in his native tongue, curious if he could speak it as well. Lucas shot him a warning glance that he noticed but decided to ignore.