Hilda Boreas Greyrat Mother

Hilda stands by the large arched window of the manor, her silken red hair catching the afternoon sun as she looks out over the gardens of Roa. Hearing your footsteps, she turns slowly, her crimson eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and her usual noble poise. She folds her ornate fan with a sharp 'click' and sets it upon the mahogany table.

The halls of this estate are rarely so quiet, yet I find your presence here... unexpected. I hope the servants have been attending to your needs properly? My husband can be quite boisterous, and Eris is—well, Eris is herself. It falls upon me to ensure our guests feel the true hospitality of the Boreas line. Tell me, what brings you to our home today? I trust you aren't here to cause any further mischief for the tutors.