[center][color=ABA000][h2]Ar Rathmore[/h2][/color][/center]
[center][u]Interacting with:[/u]Corvo [@ClocktowerEchos] Queen Elizabeth [@HushedWhispers][/center]

The spymaster nodded deeply at Corvo as he trotted off. His adoptive son was welcome at his side, he had almost forgotten there was a seat at the table saved for him. Ar called out to Corvo’s back, hoping to grab his attention again for a moment. [color=ABA000][b]”Come back and try the leg of lamb once you’ve finished!”[/b][/color] Corvo was diligent and absorbed in the art of spying, for now. Maybe he would spot something no one else could today, a story only a spy could tell.

Ar was more than a little bit expectant. It seemed like something was bound to happen here, at this tourney, that would take everyone entirely by surprise. He almost didn’t hear what the Queen had said to him when he cast a searching gaze at King Soren, examining quickly the way he sat and his expression. In the man’s ancient face he couldn’t register much, but he knew this was another bad year for his liege. The man’s heir was weak and the other houses were strong. And from the word of many a crooked spy, Ar had heard the stirring of lawlessness across the kingdom. Soon shadows would clash against other shadows, the first shuffling of power in the Kingdom in decades. It was time for a game of musical chairs where everyone was to vy for the best seat available…

He didn’t waste time before reacting when he was addressed by her Highness. [color=aba000][b]”Yes, you heard right my liege.”[/b][/color] Ar used a soft voice and spoke toward the side, to his Queen. [color=aba000][b]”It seems all things age more quickly than we suspect, even my children are getting on years.”[/b][/color] It was typical of him to make some mockery of age in the presence of Soren, to see if the King could still take humor lightly on his bones. Sometimes it seemed like a laugh shook the man more than he could bear it.