Reinol stood up and began to walk towards Dawn, face etched into a small frown. His parchment was clutched loosely in his hand the ink telling a tale of rain and sorrow. 

'Excuse me, madam.' He began as he adjusted his tie. 'But I believe that I have heard a snippet of information that revealed me as a father, which I assure you, I am not.'

A quick response was necessary. For all he could know, this might be another attempt to slander his reputation. And that was bad for a Bohemian like himself.

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