[Though her line name doesn’t ring a bell, it is beyond question for Ignis that the lady in front of him had to belong to royalty back in her lands. It’s her manners, her attitude, nobility surrounding her. She offers a hand, and Ignis obliges in return, a soft, polite smile as she introduces herself.] I would hardly believe you mentioned your line in sake of bragging, lady Éowyn.

I am Ignis Scientia, former assistant of a certain heir of a crown, now a mere idle peasant looking forward to see what to do with all the spare time he has got in his hands.

Are all the feasts in these lands like this, lady Èowyn?