Rowan remembered very little about Illucia: she had been one of the bosses in the level-sixty version of Scholomance. Unfortunately, the Illucia in the dungeon had already become an undead creature, so Rowan had never felt much interest in learning more about her.
But the Illucia before him, in both looks and manner of speaking, completely changed Rowan's impression of young noblewomen.
Illucia carried herself elegantly and spoke with poise. A touch of spirit beneath her gentle voice gave her an air of outward softness and inner strength.
Most importantly, Rowan reckoned Illucia was no older than twenty. A girl who had only just reached adulthood could already serve as president of the Barov Family's Merchants' Guild. Clearly, Illucia was, like him, a promising young talent of the Alliance.
Ahem, perhaps that was going a little too far. She probably wasn't quite as outstanding as I was.
"Hello, Miss Illucia. I'm equally pleased to meet you." Rowan removed his hat and gave Illucia a courteous, gentlemanly bow.
Then came the lengthy process of signing the agreement. Floyd and the various branch presidents of the Barov Family's Merchants' Guild reviewed the terms of the trade agreement, then passed it to the two leaders for their signatures once they confirmed everything was in order.
While the employees of the two families busied themselves, Illucia struck up a conversation with Rowan. "I hear there's been a little trouble in the Family Council of Kul Tiras."
"You certainly are well informed, Miss Ilucia. That is indeed the case." Rowan put away his friendly smile and grew wary.
Bringing up the Norwington Family's exclusion by the other two great families at an agreement-signing meeting was hardly a friendly warning.
Floyd paused for a second as well. He glanced at his young master, hesitated over whether