"My lord or my lady works fine." Glorfindel has time to assure her before the wind of the eagle's backdraft from pulling to a stop steals his words. Massive talons strike sparks off the stonework as it lands, towering over elf and human alike.

Glorfindel bows - not in the overly acrobatic fashion he prefers in-bar, but deeply and courteously.

He does rather like the eagles.

"Lord Glorfindel, you fly far afield from your northern eyries." The eagle remarks, and the voice brings Glorfindel's head up in a hurry.

"Lord Landroval, it is a pleasure - allow me to introduce the lady Alana."