"What do you mean you do not have the cloth? I gave you the money to order it almost two months ago!" an annoyed voice half-yelled/half-whined at the tailor, "Get it and get the job done!"

The man speaking was very…feminine to list the first word that came to mind when one looked upon him. He was beautiful, if in a strange sort of exotic way. He had a lithe body that was wiry. Long blonde hair was pulled out of his face, kept back with an old-styled pony tail. He was very pale, with smooth skin, as though it was washed and rounded out stone. His face was perfect, with features worthy of a porcelain doll, and just as painted. Lime colored green eyes were narrowed on the woman before him. He wore a set of hunting breeches that were a deep brown leather with a long sleeved deep green velvet shirt. A signet ring of his position of baron on his left hand.

The place in which he stood was a simple store with different types of cloth hanging from areas, half finished jobs littered all over in an order only the tailor could have understood. Many expensive silks and velvet patterns were out on the table before the younger man.

The owner, a slightly older woman, likely in her forties. Though the growing amount of gray in her black hair was a sign she could be or at least feel much older. She had almond shaped and colored eyes that seemed to take up much of her face so widened as they were now. She was slightly pale, but not so much as the man before her. More of a sickly pallor to her. Circles drawn deeply under her large eyes. Face wrinkled slightly. She wore a rather simple tan colored dress, faded further from age. A white apron with a few dye stains on it's front over her dress. Her hair up in a bun though several pieces sat outside of the main mass.

She nodded fearfully in response to his yells, pushing hair from her face as it fell with the quick movement.

"Y..yes sir. I unders..stand," she stuttered and shook slightly.

The man paused then, considering her thoughtfully before speaking again.

"Since you are so late with my order, I except an extra set of clothing before the month is out." he said coldly and turned sharply to leave.

The woman didn't offer any protest, just watching him leave with a sigh of relief.

The mans eyes swept the main road of the city, pausing on an approaching carriage with a curious, lustful glint to his eyes. He stalked that way in a graceful step that could have been the practiced walk of a skilled member of a ballet. Eyes moving along the driver to the decorated purples and gold's before pausing to recognize a few of the coats of arms carved into the door. A baron of Germany? How simply marvelous a day.

His thoughts turned toward the coming party but paused as he watched the Baron's son Anthony exit the carriage. Eyes glancing over the attractive man with an appreciation normally left to the female gender. His tongue wetting his lips as his mind played through a few possible scenario's.

A twitch gauged his face as he continued to watch, the crow-like Bram following Anthony from the carriage. Not that he was unattractive as much as considered competition by the very odd feminine fellow watching from the darkness of the side street where he had been staring.

"Anthony," Bram's squawky voice commanded his attention, "Go to the Inn, get two rooms and board for the horses. I need to speak with a few of the locals. Don't dally or get distracted."

The younger of the two men nodded with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah yeah Bram," he muttered, "I'm going, I'm going."

He headed away from the coach then. Walking down the street toward the area where he figured the inn was. The following man hurried around the next building with an unnatural speed. Ending up in front of his new obsession.

"Hello," he offered just as Anthony started to pass, forcing his eyes to the man's face.

Anthony paused, turning toward the nobleman and smiling some, offering a bow. Figuring him tolerable company at least.

"Hello," Anthony returned with the smile remaining, offering a hand, "I'm Anthony of Berlin. I apologize but I wasn't aware there were any nobles over this small city."

The man canted his head slightly as he listened, a smile coming to his lips as he put a hand out and shook Anthony's. His voice slightly oddly accented though definitely Romanian.

"The pleasure is all mine An-toe-knee of Berlin," he returned, his pronunciation slow so he could take his time with the lovely name, "I am Baron Herbert of Buila."

He held Anthony's hand a little longer then the normal before releasing it but he simply pushed it off as some odd local custom. Glad to have someone else not a peasant to speak with of things, anything at all.

"How are you then Baron?" Anthony asked as he walked, noticing that he had simply fallen into step with where he was heading. Had to be boring out here though so outside news had to be a wonder.

"I am very well now An-toe-knee," he replied his eyes not leaving him, "I am always glad to receive a foreign noble. Now is such a good time for you to be in the city as well. There is a ball being held this weekend. Nobles from all over Russia are to arrive."

"Really?" was the shocked question that followed, "I wouldn't have thought that the area was large enough to play host to such a revelry."

"We have our ways," Herbert said with a grin, "will you come? I would love to have you."

"This weekend, I wouldn't be able too, we are leaving the city in two days," he said, losing his smile as he remembered Bram's orders.

"It's only an extra day or two," Herbert pouted slightly at his answer, "besides, I'm sure you would find Russian hospitality more then suitable for you."

"We will see," he offered with a slight smile. He might be able to convince Bram now.

They walked up to the inn, an average building, just larger, with a stable to one side. Built from a combination of stone and wood. Quiet with little going on at the moment. Anthony turned to say something to Herbert but he wasn't there…he paused then shrugged and headed inside.