For centuries your family, the Couslands, have been the stewards of the region of Highever, one of the two teryns of Fereldyn. Your father, teryn Bryce Cousland has left with your older brother for the war in the south, leaving you in charge of the castle and region alongside your beautiful mother, Eleanor, and your brother's wife and daughter.

"Ah, there you are my boy," sighed Eleanor, looking slightly annoyed to find you lounging your time away reading in your room. "Come outside, Lady Landra and her son have arrived and you as their host must be courteous!"

"Yes, mother," you sigh, getting off your bed and quickly tossing on a nice shirt. "Let's go."

Lady Landra and her entourage were only a few short steps outside the living quarters, and they greeted you with both the respect of a lesser family and as friends.

"It's pleasure to see you again, Lord Baeron, Eleanor," bowed Landra, along with her ginger-haired son and a pretty elven lady. "How have you been, Eleanor?"

"Oh, the same as usual, until this wretched war that's taken my husband and oldest son away," your mother waved off, trying to make light of her situation. "I appreciate you arriving on such short notice," I don't want to overshadow my son's authority while his father is away."

"Indeed, such a responsibility for you young man," Landra smiles at you. "I believe it's been a few months since I last saw you at Lady Orannaca's salon in Orleais."

"Wasn't that when you spent the entire afternoon as drunk as a sailor," you tease lightly.

"Baeron," you mother hisses, upset you'd bring that up, but Landra simply laughs in delight at your candor.

"Yes, yes I was in fact, didn't I even spend half the salon shamelessly flirting with you," she teased right back. "Your boy has turned into quite the handsome young man, Eleanor!"

"Well, I think he might be just a little too young for you, Landra," rebuked the teryna, crossing her arms in front of her ample bosom.

You grinned at the older woman as she winked at you while your mother was looking the other way. The fact of the matter is that Lady Landra, while suffering through a few gray hairs, is still a rather attractive woman. She is the same age as your mother and both of their beauty seemed to defy the test of time. You couldn't help but glance at Landra's own breasts, equally as perky if only slightly smaller than your mother's, even as she introduced a pretty young elven woman, Iona, as her lady-in-waiting.

Soon enough the company broke up; Landra to her private rooms, her son and the elven girl to the study, and your mother to the main hall to find Ser Gilmore.