The sirdar certainly did not expect to be meeting with his equal in rank. While it was a fitting thing, for a father to introduce his daughters, this situation did not call for it. Instead, the head of H'Isazari would send the likelist of prospects to him, a curated but thoroughly uninvolved encounter that was far more intiguing. Onuphrious did not come for himself, but he did take some pleasure in admiring the female form. However, what did irk him was going into this little meeting of theirs and needing to skirt around the details of her name.

While he was having his drink replenished, he gestured to the slave, just as he heard Chione enter the room and capture his attention. The servant tucked her head, ready to leave them be, but the sirdar simply shook his head.

"Your services are still required. The lady needs her drink, as well. It's only right." His words were a whisper in the slave's ear, instruction from a foreign sirdar just as readily heeded.

"Tell me, before you go, and keep your voice down. The names of the Isazari daughters. All of them, in order of age."

The slave seemed perplexed by this question, stammering out a few syllables before lowering her head to breathe the words against the ground.

"B-Berenike, my lord. She is eldest. And... occupied. Ch-Chione is next. She's right there... Mandisa is the youngest."

Such good help. The Isazari vet their slaves well.

There was respect to be had, in such ventures. House slaves needed a good eye to identify, those that held their mettle and earned themselves a far nicer life than some of their fellows. The sirdar nodded, then waved the servant to follow the rest of what he'd demanded of her. Chione, as soon as she was seated, was immediately served wine.

While in poor taste to give someone their wine, it seems that this one might need it.

Radiant in her beauty, it was as if a vision from Hathor sat before the sirdar. For a moment, the face of Iaheru melded onto Chione's, lacing a grimace upon his countenance before he drowned it in another sip.

"Ah, lady Chione. The pleasure is entirely mine. And yes, everything is as lovely as the view in front of me."

It might've been strange, given the history between Chione and his daughter, to receive praise like this. But, his assessments would certainly reach the ears of Amon'ra. It was best, for the girl anyway, for her to have as much going for her as possible.

A pity she's so old. It really is a marvel that none of these spoiled children were married off sooner.

He harkened back to his own life, and how he'd been wed at around Hena's age.

"Your father's welcome is appreciated, as well. But, while the sirdar Amon'ra is a good man, he is not the reason for my visit. You see, my lady, our houses have not been properly unified. It's my sincere hope that this travesty can be rectified. But, before that transpires, I'd like to know more about you."

He leaned back in his given chair, letting another piece of date slide between his teeth. He chewed for a moment, then swallowed to complete his thought,

"These really are quite divine. My compliments. In any case, tell me, lady Chione... who are you?"

If he had any string of meaningful contact with his daughter, he'd likely know this answer. Or at least, not need to ask the question. But, with such a history between them and scarcely a word about it spoken to him, he posed his questions with scrutiny in his gaze.