Faroh was still in his room when he caught the smell of freshly cooked food, though he didn't find human food delectable, he didn't wish to seem rude. Sometimes his acute senses annoyed him, as he was always in high alert due to the fact he could hear, smell things up to a few miles away. Like now for instance, he could tell there was two males in the dining hall, one he assumed to be a prince, the other he assumed to be his servant, as he could hear their conversation, something to do with cooking food for the rest of the guests as well as his master. Faroh thought he would join them, soon. He walked over to his luggage and and pulled out a rather extravagantly detailed letter, the seal to the envelope had been broken many days ago, he read over it, coolly, Isabelle, he said to himself, as this was the name of the woman he had been matched with, according to the letter.
His ears then caught the distant sound of swords clashing, knights training he assumed. Though one was there who didn't belong, his smell was different to the rest of them. He wiped a strand of silky black hair off of his face as he made his way over to the oak door, Come Ravok, he said without opening his mouth, touching the bird's mind. As he opened the door the bird flew over, perching on his left shoulder, he locked the door behind him. He made his way down the great, marble staircase which led to the reception area which they had entered, it was rather spacious, grandly decorated, he suppose other people might find this stuff "Homely" not him however.
He made his way over to the dining room, waiting outside for a moment before entering, when he did so, it cause a chill in the air, he wasn't sure if the other's had noticed him or not, one of them had, the one named Aggithon, he made his way over to the dining table where servants were already laying out food, "Sorry if this meal is not for us all." he stated, though showing no attempt to exit if this was true, his bird squawked with amusement. As he took his place at the table his mind drifted elsewhere, to the princess he was supposedly going to marry, Isabelle, he repeated to himself, wondering where she could be.