The Arteral manor was large and well-built in the Hadrian style. The stone walls were smooth and white with fresh plaster, marked under the eaves with a pleasing wave pattern of blue glass. It had a slowly slanting roof of corrugated ceramic shingles, separated from the rest of the Villas on the street by a wide courtyard, with walls that were topped with spiky, sharp, ornamental bronze railings.
The courtyard itself was filled with pleasant looking and smelling shrubs of varying sizes, but none of the sparse, carefully groomed bushes surpass the height of the thick wall. A narrow path lies heading towards a centermost door, but a servant instead directs the three to the grey stones that winded their way though the garden to behind the house.
A wide and short table with gilded edges sat in a pavilion, surrounded by four chaise lounges. The pavilion itself, made solidly out of some naturally or painted red wood, had curtains of almost see-through, soft cloth. On the table was a few dishes of fruits, lightly seared sweetmeats and bread with crusts of goldish-brown. Beside them was a few wine bottles, a pitcher of honey and a few vessels filled with spice.
In a small platter, beside the wine, beside a lightly smoke firebrand, was a number of thin papers, and fine grey, lengthwise shredded, leaves of Rtun. The heady, aromatic smell of mint wafted from the large pile of herb, into the air of the pavilion.
Fae was dressed simply in a grayish tunic and flared leggings that came down to after the knee, plated with bits of bronze and iron, looking more like armor than a pair of pants. He pushed himself to his feet, shifting slightly in the ankle high boots before smiling in a lazy way. A blond woman, who was lounging with him, gave a small bow and left with slow strides.
Greetings, fellow senators. Have a safe walk, I hope? I was hoping to take a light appetizer out here, and then move inside once were finished; to let the servants finish up in the dining room.