Ava managed to give the man in front of her a small curtsy, careful to hid the dagger on her calf as she did so. She was taken by his look immediately, having spent so much time with Helena as a child, she had seen before the portrait of the late Duke, and in her adolescent years, she’d had a rather silly crush on the much older William Ravenclaw (who by then had already married and produced a child). The man did bear quite the resemblance but their were charms that could trick the eye. She would navigate by wits until she could figure things out.
“I will allow you to do the talking.” She said, remembering her courtesies to an extent. “Please, tell me of your town, Duke.”