Noctisardor Bypass Sanctum

stigmata watched, striding closer all the while, as she acknowledged his approach and then tactfully occupied herself with taking a drink. he never took his eyes from her -- studying the slim line of her jaw and the elegant set to her loose-limbed stance. she tried to seem unaffected, but sandraudiga could tell she was prepared to receive him in the same way he meant to greet her.

she was too young to be of any real interest to the male, but he thought he might try his skill at recruiting. worst case, she would not care for him; and this mattered to him about as much as where he was going to lift his leg next. but best case could be that he'd found an able body he could groom into a loyal supporter for when he made his own bid for the crown. he needed subjects after all, if he ever wanted to reach that position again. and who wouldn't, after tasting such power for so long?

"my lady," he greeted her, his voice low and enveloping as he came to stand several wolflengths from her. "may i rest in your company a while?"