The very soft sound of footsteps could be heard throughout the large room, pacing back and forth, once and again. "Upon the last time I was here in Aldburg, I recall vividly your daughter. She was too young for my tastes just then...only just beginning to blossom." He spoke carefully, in a calculated manner. His voice was deep and though not terribly rough, one could certainly hear that he was no longer a young man. 

Another man was sitting in a comfortably padded wooden chair, watching the slightly younger man pace. His bushy brow, now greying, quirked curiously and amusedly. His blue-green eyes no longer held the sparkle of innocence and youth, but showed his tired and spent years. His face was wrinkled, though not in a way that made him seem more welcoming and warm. Somehow, he looked more formidable than when last Ídhror saw him. 
"My daughter, you say? Come now, my dear Master Ídhror. I have two daughters, you know," he said with a cold smirk.

"Ah. Ah, yes. Of course. Your daughter...A-Ashwyneth...the elder of the two."
The younger man paused in his pacing, doing his best to meet the man's gaze without flinching. His brown eyes were nearly black in appearance, also lacking the sparkle they once had. His hair was not yet grey, but beginning to hint at it through his raven-black locks, at the temples. His features were sharp, with only some wrinkling across his skin.

He continued quickly after a pause, uncomfortable beneath the father's biting eyes. "I have goods and gold aplenty...just...name what you wish. For her hand, that is. She is surely even more lovely than when she was twelve winters. She was always strong, and is certainly at the perfect age for bearing many sons to carry my name."
The father chuckled. "Ahhh...my daughter Ashwyneth. That is to what I owe your rare appearance, eh? She is not here at home currently, but I am sure she will hurry back once she hears of your presence."

Ídhror did not wish to question that she had not been there...he was only happy with the consideration.

"Come, my friend, let us talk price," the father said with a smile too warm for Ídhror's comfort. Yet, he questioned it not.