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Mikhail followed the red-haired Rosaline through the city. Indeed, her parents had a wonderful sense in names. Though, beauty often comes with a darker side, much like the thorns of a true rose. His thoughts turning thus, Mikhail was brought back to this present, his slightly darkened face returning to its lighter nature. Brynhild gave a playful yip as the young Charillos patted her head. It seemed as though he was having fun with the wolf, and Brynhild had always been good with children. Strange when you think about. Something so devastating in combat, and ruthless, yet so caring among the young and helpless. Like a knight in her silver armor, yes that was Brynhild. Much more the warrior than Mikhail would ever be. Smiling, the man's country accent leaked out, "Charillos, do you like Brynhild? If you do. then I can try and bring her around more." 

Suddenly, as he stopped speaking, Rosaline started to talk about the surrounding shops. Apparently, the Weyenburg family kept many of them afloat. He had heard rumours that one of their daughters were to be betrothed to the prince. Though he couldn't remember anything else about the family. Like most of politics, they remained unimportant to the young hunter. Then a voice, young and feminine, called out. Of course, when he looked up, the first thing he noticed was not the young girl, but the two armed men following behind her. Immediately, the hair on the back of his neck bristled at the same time that Brynhild's hair bristled. If it wasn't for her armor, Brynhild would have looked as though she doubled in size. His hand falling to the hilt of his sword, Mikhail struggled to keep his smile.

As Rosaline introduced him to Emmaline, Brynhild's tail flicked the inside of his knee. Someone was coming, someone with the scent of the woods, and they were coming straight towards him. However, in the crowd he couldn't see a thing, too many people pressed in around him. Then a hand, reaching out, tugged on his maroon coat. A girl, older than Emmaline, yet looking all the more a child, faced Mikhail. About to speak, she was cut off by Rosaline's question. Ignoring the girl behind him for a moment, Mikhail quickly answered Rosaline. "Oh, about that, well, I was looking for the Hunter's Guild." A smile on his face, Mikhail pulled out the King's Notice. The folded paper came out of his pocket , and, unfolded, held the entirety of the King's original notice.

As he showed the notice to Rosaline, Mikhail heard the stranger's words. A love filter? Mikhail had always been told dark legends about magic ever since he was a young child, but had personally never held anything against it. "I'm sorry, but I have no need of a Love filter, and I believe that you must be mistaken. This woman and her family cannot be nobles." Taking a quick look at Rosaline and the two armed men, looking all the more like guards as they stood there, he continued. "Beautiful, yes, and more affluent than the true commoner, most likely, but surely no noble would walk the common streets. Even if they did, they would would ride in a carriage or on horses, but never by foot." Mikhail smiled at the younger forest dweller. Surely, Rosaline was no noble, or, at least, Mikhail hoped that she was no noble.