Lancearc wrote:"Very good!" Jamison nodded towards Ese again. So far, he was most surprised by the former slave and her extensive knowledge of much of the history of the areas she called familiar or home. Again, it to her was likely only a reminder of where she came from, but despite the unfortunate circumstance of her education it would certainly benefit her in the line of work which he anticipated for her. Before she'd spoken he'd noticed her jubilation upon tasting the beverage she requested, something that served to make him feel as though he were performing a good deed, though at the same time making the poor girl quite uncomfortable and likely feeling inadequate surrounded by high lords and wealthy men like encircled her at the moment. "It just so happens--" he began, though he was interrupted by one of the last new arrivals, Ludwig von Ehrenreich, a highly respected doctor and one of the best professionals in the field. An, unfortunately, necessary asset.
"Greetings, my friend." he smiled again, able to disregard the quite prominent accent the good doctor spoke with. "I share in your sentiments, sir. I've often returned from far away travels and had only the aspiration to slumber the day away after. Luckily you've not traveled overly far, I'm glad to see that you've made it safe and sound." he commented, carrying on.
"As a matter of fact I nearly forgot this rather important date, embarrassing as it is." he chuckled, sighing. "I had purchased a ticket to sail on the White Star Line's new vessel. Titanic they're calling her, beautiful ship, I've been aboard myself. I intended to have a stay in New York City, but luckily my steward served as a reminder that I'd best not spurn so many guests, lest I end up with many enemies." he laughed again at his own near mishap.
Ludwig smiled and laughed back at the man before replying in a same friendly tone, "Thank you, my lord. Your sympathy is the most appreciated, as it's rather rare for us in Mitteleuropa to go anywhere requiring a boat." He then put down his luggage he's been carrying around and comfortably sitting down on his chair before continuing, "I'm afraid that I am not yet used to travel around the sea yet to know much of its stuff, but I feel honored to be chosen over the Titanic herself. She's quite a thing, isn't she? Men and women of our class and people in the streets, they all talked about her and her first trip to New York."
Then a man comes from behind his seat and stole the Lord Gouldon attention with him. From how clear his english and the accent, A British perhaps? The air around him remind Ludwig of some people he met in Serbia, ruthless and stating that he can take care of himself. Lord Gouldon greeted him and talked about some sorts of Viscounty, leading to a conversation only both will understand. Oh well, guess now he just have to make himself comfortable here. He took some sort of bread feted in front of him and ate it, how scrumptious! He can just imagine the French cooks who baked all this stuff puffing his chest with pride. How silly indeed, British said they hated the French, yet their nobility and elites expensively hired them to cooked foods for them.
Now a second guest after him arrived and joined the group. A woman, named like an Ottoman, coated in a sultry brown Mediterranean skin, and speak English with its perfect accent appeared of all thing. How curious, how did such a thing existed? Did she born as a Sultan's daughter and they moved here or something? Now that it is mentioned, he noticed another woman with similar skin tone and wearing something that is maybe more appropriate described in "Venus im Pelze". He shouldn't judge of course, no gentlemen with a lick of honor should. But perhaps his host have a thing for somewhat barbaric Near East women? He certainly likes them enough to have two of their kind here. This kind of notion perhaps is not that weird for a colonial empire like Britain, but in royal court of Vienna, even being with a slav of all thing will give you some of the most painful glares.
Then finally the stream of guests stopped with the arrival of Sir Godfrey de la Moye, or that is how he introduced himself anyway. Another somewhat unique person to have an audience of. His last name would deduce him to be descended from French Huguenot refugees, a somewhat interesting footnote in history that shown that not all French loyal to the Rome Church like the Austrian empire did. He carried himself in a reassuringly typical aristocrat pomp and confidence though. So perhaps he is not that much of a stranger to nobility-accustomed man like Ludwig is, at least not like the rest of the group with their own unique, and if he can say it, strange upbringing.
