[center][h1][color=B3A984]Aedan Merryn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][color=B3A984][b]Location:[/b][/color] His Quarters -> Abhainn Ballroom
[color=B3A984][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Me, Myself and I[/center][hr]

It had taken Aedan some time to give the Silabhan guard their orders and ensure they would be able to work well enough alongside the Abhainnians, Aedan only managing to return to his room a couple of hours before the celebration was to begin. Waving off the servants who came bringing dress-wear for the evening, Aedan set about pouring his own bath and readying himself. He still hated the idea of people serving him, especially in matters he still deemed particularly private affairs.

After his bath, Aedan sighed as he sat back in the study chair in his quarters. Staring out the window, Aedan found himself to be looking directly over the training grounds as he watched soldiers train and drill. He wondered if whoever had decided on the rooms had done so deliberately, he figured it was likely, but to what end he was unsure. Perhaps a show of force to stem any 'aggressive tendencies' from [i]the Lion of Sliabh[/i] or some kind of mocking gesture, either way, Aedan found himself uncaring.

Aedan sat for some time, staring out onto the training soldiers. In his mind he critiqued and countered every movement they made. He felt a sword in his hand and the weight of armour on his shoulders. Aedan longed for his war's end, but as he sat and watched the Abhainnian soldiers he knew all too well that he had been fighting this war almost his whole life. As he sat in silence, he was unsure just what would happen to him when it all finally came to an end.

Sighing, Aedan pushed himself from his seat to dress himself. Placing his leathers on, he only got a cleaner set, not bothering with his gloves, before he left his room and began to make his way to the ballroom. It was no surprise to Aedan when he arrived that he was among the least well-dressed, but he had little time and patience for fanciful dress, northerners were not known for their balls, after all. As his gaze met Juliana's shortly after his arrival, he gave her a nod, soon enough taking a cup of wine as he mingled.

It didn't take long for Aedan to grow uncomfortable and frustrated at his surroundings, he hated balls. Luckily, he managed to find his way out to the balcony, the fresh air helping the man relax as he looked out over the gardens, taking a few occasional sips of his wine as he drowned out the sounds of merriment with his own thoughts.