In the morning, after breakfast, one of Horveal's sons says a man claiming to be a herald has come to see the Selds. At the nod, he goes and fetches the man.
Two men enter the hall. The first, the taller, carries himself well, and wears a tabard of green. His clothing is meticulously tailored, and he sports a green velvet cap on his head with long black hair framing his face. He would be very handsome save for the pimched and pursed nature of his lips, as if he lived on a diet of sour fruit. The man with him, somewhat less natty of attire, carries a leather case under one arm, and is an average looking man with a fringe of brown hair about his pate. Both men appear to be unarmed.
The man in the tabard bows and says, "I am Herald Duren of Ballard. To whom do I have the honor of addressing?"
[GM: For the record, it should be one of the Selds who responds, not L. Naarin.]