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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: Home[/color][/center]
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Rhys had been awake albeit not for long. It was a big and important day after all! The day of the new Queen's coronation, Rhys splashed water on his face from the basin on his dresser. Glancing at the door, a hand straying to a sword as footsteps were heard. Rhys let go of the sword as Jim Meadow called through the door. [i]"Mister, some old hag dropped these off for you,"[/i] It wasn't that he particularly disliked the man or liked him. But the Meadows kept to themselves and out of his way. A clever thing to do as he owned the building and supplied them with the goods they sold. As much as he would sell them to save his own soul, Rhys couldn't help but cherish a kernel of his younger and foolish self. For if his fence was threaten, the rogue former Ordinary Wizard would slaughter the offender. It wasn't a kindness per se, but more of a possessive nature that rankled him with thoughts of Fleur- or any woman- sharing another man's bed and enjoying it more than his.

But that was his ego. Opening the door to his landing, Rhys mopped his face dry with a old shirt before tossing it into a corner. He'd have to clean at some point. Picking up the package he frowned as he carelessly opened it. It was a hard day and if something exploded all the more reason to not go to a stupid coronation. But the object revealed stunned him. A hag? Not the Witch surely? She would have wanted something in return. The map was incredibly detailed. Someone had been watching him.

Growling deeply in his barreled chest, Rhys shrugged on a elegant shirt. Finishing his dressing, the wizard- rogue wizard- chuckled. [color=Gold]"It's a special day. Coronation days. It's a day to relax, party, wish our new queen well."[/color] Gathering his gear, he fitted himself out to look as dazzling as possible. With a ebony long coat and a creme shirt underneath. A deep gold vest and a set of black leggings- impressively tight. He mussed over his appearance before snatching a golden one and applying it about his neck. There, dashing and though it wasn't his usual dark color. He felt he had to sacrifice something for this gallant day. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard bitch would be there. And Rhys smiled at his reflection. That poor woman would leave with a shadow to haunt her.

He hid away his knives on his person per usual and belted on his sword. If the guards complained he'd make them forget or perhaps he'd used this lovely map to work out how to get into the palace without guards. Studying over it, he stepped out of his flat. His sense alert and away as he laid his hand against the door and boundry line so to speak of his home. [color=Gold]"Bar this door. Charm Lock it all. Conceal my entry."[/color] The door would be barred, the house locked, and the entry to his home hidden. He trusted no one and with good reason, as he walked towards the doorway outside still studying the map.