The Merchant Lords of House Vexion were esteemed within the City of Alliria and their wealth spoke to such a thing. Within the city, it was a common thing to see the large houses and the manors that lined the streets of the Inner City. For centuries, the merchants that took up residence in these splendid homes came and went. Some of them lasted for thousands of years and others had their day and faded into obscurity along with all that they created for themselves in that grand old city. Vexion's Court, stood out among even the finest manors in the city. The dwelling from the outside looked something like a cathedral that had it's place not too far away from the Allirian Keep. The large tower it sported had it's own place on the skyline of Alliria, something one might be able to see when riding into the city from afar and yet it was one spire in a place of many. To see it face to face was to lay eyes upon an entity in itself. The walls were built and shaped from white stones. The doors were reinforced and heavy. Two men from the Allirian Guard stood watch over the great entrance and there were many who were approaching the doors and showing their invitations to the gathering within.
Peers both friend and foe were happy to make their presence known in private events such as these. House Vexion was known for the myths around their founding as well as other things that made them relevant to this date... Quintus's ancestors recognized a simple truth that came with their mythos. There would always be a need to spill blood. Alliria was known for the exportation of armaments to places all across the world. Allirians spilled blood not only in the Reach, but helped others do so in places far away as well. Being one of the first Houses to contribute to such a thing had been a point of pride for Quintus's father and his father before him. At their core they were greedy and Quintus was hardly afraid to tell anyone who wanted to know the truth of things. All the same, this palace, this place was his home and it was here that he conducted his family's long standing business.
Black velvet. Quintus was dressed in black velvet. The red ruby on the signet ring he wore shined brightly in the light of the torches and candles that were lit all about the manor. His long black hair was allowed to flow down his shoulders and back freely. He had no great love of drinking. The private party had begun an hour ago and he still carried the same glass of wine. Harps played and singers that sounded as enticing as mermaids on the high seas filled the high halls with their voices, singing even over the chatter of the various merchants of Alliria and nobles from beyond. Quintus watched them all from his balcony and silently wished he could send them all away. The voices of the helm had been silent as of late as they often were when he hadn't had to touch the Star-Made Armor for some time. It was in those moments that he liked to be alone with thoughts that were his own. And yet, different duties called to him.
His brown, swarthy features had been rather sullen as he counted all the heads in the foyer, though there was one that caught his attention the moment he walked through the door. He was more than happy to see someone who wasn't like the other corrupt and morally degenerate people that congregated in his home. Quintus Vexion, ever graceful made his way down the stairs and through the crowd as he excused himself.
"Emiliano!" he approached, offering his old friend a hand to shake with a warm smile. "Good friend, welcome to Vexion Court! I'm happy you could make it."