[center][color=#ff6666][b][h2]LEDAAL LING BAO[/H2][/b][/color][/center]
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[color=gray]Hidden underneath a beautiful set of robes were hands that clung to each other's forearms like chains. Bao had spent much time pondering over and justifying the behavior of the strangers before him, thinking of anything that could explain the consecutive series of social ettiquette blunders unfolding before his stiff eyes. 

In fact, Bao's entire body was stiff. As he was in the court of another member of nobility, he'd resolved to keep his thoughts to himself and instead leave the responsibility of judgement to her. To say that the task was difficult would be an understatement, as the old man was as stiff as a statue in his attempts to restrain his usually culturally critical tongue. No one knew what he was thinking, but it wasn't hard to tell that it certainly wasn't anything pretty [i]or[/i] poetic. Just because he was a pacifist didn't mean he was above acting aloof and harsh when it came to ettiquette mishaps.[/color] [color=#ff6666][i]I have already shared wisdom for this situation. I must now wait.[/i][/color]