[center][h1][color=f26522]Milo Argentum[/color][/h1][/center]
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	Milo stood with an aggressive stance as he spoke to a man standing at a forge within the city, the man was attempting to work, making some kind of tool, Milo wasn't sure, honestly he thought the man was just bludgeoning the poor piece of steel to death.

	[color=00a651]"Boy if you don't get lost I will call the guards!"[/color] The man was obviously frustrated, but it seemed that Milo wasn't having any of it.

	[color=f26522]"What do I care, if you're the best smith that this blasted city has, then my jacket would probably shatter their swords."[/color] Milo was leaning over the counter at this point, every oppurtunity he saw to watch a competitor and maybe heckle them into a bad piece, never failed to fill an afternoon, besides, the stuff atmosphere of political settings was already starting to wear on him, a queen of thirteen, and a room full of pompous heirs and heiresses that barely can remember what it was like when their ancestor made their fortune, no, he should try to be polite, it was his duty as the third house to advise this young queen, a duty that he would rather have than let one of the snakes of the other houses have.

	[color=0072bc]"Sir, please get away from the smithy."[/color] A guard in the city uniform came up and told him gruffly.

	Milo turned to the guard and chuckled, [color=f26522]"Fine, fine, I need to get back to the Palace anyway, the queen will probably be done, placating deities or politicians by now, I guess it's my turn."[/color] The guard looked confused, why wouldn't he at the moment a man dressed in a leather coat that hung to his knees, and relatively ordinary finery was saying he had an audience with the queen. Milo walked up to the counter again and say a large blade on it, he reached into his belt and quickly thrust a belt knife through the center of it, pinning it to the table, both the smith and the guard looked on speechless as Milo removed the knife and walked toward the Palace laughing.
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	Milo arrived at the front door of the Palace the guards looked him up and down, and just as they were about to say the generic denied entry line, Milo held up a hand. 

	[color=f26522]"No, no, it's fine, you forgot already, I'm Milo Argentum, of Kagrenan, one of the councilors."[/color] The guards looked at him like he was clearly not the strangest thing they have seen today and judging by what could only be called barbarians walking from the palace he couldn't doubt it, [color=f26522]"I'm going in if you don't mind, the sunlight is scorching me a bit."[/color] And with that Milo walked through the door, into the room full of lords and ladies, knights and mages, it was precious, some were seated and some still cooed around the new Queen. 

	Milo made his way over towards the new queen, nearly tripping over vines that spread about, he barely cared and just trod over them anyway, his heavy boots barely scuffing. He stopped a good distance, from the Queen, and bowed, a less than formal bow at that, not meant in disrespect, just one that showed the pleasantries were already done. [color=f26522]"A pleasure again your Highness, Milo Argentum, Head of the third house of Kagrenan, and master smith of nine, at your service."[/color] His eyes traveled to the guards, picking out any and all flaws he could see in the steel, then to everyone, honestly he hadn't stopped, though for now, reintroduction aside, he took his spot at the large table. 
	
	Across from him he saw a few people that he had seen earlier, a few he hadn't, one being a knight sitting at the table, the armor was familiar, Vrenali, some of that stuff popped into market in Kagrenan, usually sold well, decent quality, this particular set looked specially made, as expected. The woman nearby also had fancy clothes, really the only one there that was less dressed up than him was probably the barbarian mage. Milo smiled, at least they seemed like a room full of characters.