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Elias' fists clenched under the table, his knuckles turning white. The prospect of traveling to a distant place again, only to be met with balls and frivolity and pointless socializing... It made his blood boil.

Elias quietly cleared his throat and placed his fork on the table beside his place, swallowing hard before managing to force out the words, [color=royalblue]"Does that not defeat my entire purpose for being here?"[/color]

When Elinora and Marcus met his gaze with blank eyes, he clasped his hands firmly and leaned forward. [color=royalblue]"I was sent here to assist with the issue of Wesen overrunning the countryside. People are being terrorized in their fields and in their homes. I'm here to stop that, and sending me off to go participate in pompous vanity would entirely nullify my presence, would it not?"[/color]

The entire idea revolted Elias to the point of nausea. He [i]could not[/i] stand filling his life with pointless events of "high society" while ignoring his responsibility as a Grimm. Elias shot an apologetic look towards Alexis before speaking.

[color=royalblue]"I'm sure you must understand, Uncle,"[/color] Elias pleaded. [color=royalblue]"As Grimms we are obligated to defend the humans from the terrors of Wesenkind, and to mediate relations between humans and those of the Wesen that wish to live in peace. I cannot fulfill such duties if I am restrained by balls and other sorts of parties."[/color]