**Waltz of the Stars—Eternal Eclipse**
"I was thinking you would introduce yourself first." He said, still smiling at her.
"Madam Clara," Ember drawled in a well practiced Andal's accent, "merchant from South of the Seamen."
"No wonder even while cloaked like so, your beauty still manages to travel to me beneath all that clothing." He said jokingly, flashing the only dimple he possessed.
Ember chuckled. "Ah, I see," she said because there was not much to say to such a strange compliment, "the painting…." She reminded him, nudging his attention back at the painting.
"Ah… what I think of it?" Alaric said, making a show of thinking by stroking an invisible mustache, "Well I've no particular criticism. Although I must say the artist did a grave mistake by making the woman the center of the piece and not the man."
Ember blinked once at that, then turned to him, feeling quite confused at the strange criticism. "What do you mean by that?"
