[center] [b] Party time with Jim and William [/b] [/center]

Jim raised a perplexed brow at the sudden interruption by the armored stranger, then the second brow when the Harnarthian prince jumped in to interject the sudden accusations of the noble fashion critic.

The Marmon king lowered his head and rested his fingertips on the bridge of his nose as if pinching it in thought. He slowly lifted his head back up, letting his hand slid down to his chin, which he began to stroke as if in thought, keeping his eyes attentive to his conversationalist guests. He felt a sudden brushing of a hand on his side and he turned with a surprised and silent spin of the waist and was handed a folded piece of paper by the beautiful lady from earlier. With a smiling nod and a quick interlocking of fingers the woman took her leave. Jim pocketed the note and turned back to the scenario that was laid before him, returning to his confused stare. 

“ [i] How interesting [/i] ” , He thought to himself as he kept his stare consistent, breaking it with quick curved lips showing acknowledgement when appropriate to passerby. 

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William smiled and patted the hilt of his stolen blade, “Riding has always been a passion of mine, it is only fitting one does what they love.”

With a nod and a quick smacking of the lips, retrieving any food stuck to his teeth William pursed his lifes in a feigned thought, noticing the small welcoming party surround Jim, “So how are you liking the party?” William questioned while picking up two au d’oeuvres and offering one politely to Asurar with a friendly gesture.