A young maiden with a heart-shaped face sat there, wearing a green-blue silken gown emblazoned with the merman of House Manderly. Probably Lord Manderly's eldest daughter, Wynafryd, if Sarella recalled correctly. The northern beauty had enchanting blue eyes and a long brown braid and sat on the high seat with a bared sword across her knees. Sarella's insides twisted into knots at the sight. They were being denied guest right.