Xar'Cha Palace

Hardly something to be held against her.

Only half joking. She had gotten them into the palace and Irzayle would be disappointed if her usefulness wore out so quickly.

And then the entrance.

As the lights drop and the faerie fire erupts, for a moment, just an instant, their black mask glints with six points of light. They watch the proceedings with interest, smiling as the women slays the dragon.

When the time comes to bow, they do so. They keep an eye on Aly'ithra and if she fails to follow suit will gently tug at the front of her shirt as an indication to do so. Better to show her a slight disrespect if it helps maintain her overall value in the eyes of the Matron than risk putting more obstacles in her way.