Once again, a small gathering has been assembled, and this time there's even less energy in Rowena's awaiting gaze that fixes over the doorway. Armond sits ever vigilantly at her side, parchments in order and quill poised for her taking. Hitherto, the proceedings had proven to try Adaer's patience. He's prepared for more delays, though, now. He smiles as he enteres the room, walking to Rowena's toe, bowing toward her. "Good evening, Your Grace." He smiles, politely, toward her, as he stands erect once more. Adaer nods with a smile, "Light Keep." With that, he retires.