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Octavio´s right foot stepped on a twig, punctuating the brief period of silence between the two men with a sharp snap. Chres´ question had blindsided him, he had to admit. Ophelia. Even thinking about her name elicited a feeling of betrayal that plunged deeper than any remotely positive feeling he´d ever received in his life. The woman who had set him up to die. He thought about portraying her as a kind woman who had simply chosen not to attend the ball, but the idea filled him with disgust. Octavio was a liar, but even he had his limits. Besides, if he played his cards right, this party he was stuck with could potentially help skewer her. 

[color=#dde0c7]"We used to be friends, long ago,"[/color] he said, the bluntness of the sentence out of place for him. [color=#dde0c7]"She was one of the most talented illusionists I had ever seen, and she had, whether she intended to or not, shown me the theatrics and power that surrounded the branch of magic. How the mind could be stronger than the body, how words could be sharper than steel. I suppose you could have considered me to be her apprentice during those years, although neither of us saw it that way."[/color]

The small twig cracked again. [color=#dde0c7]"She had attempted to have me killed not too long after that event, as part of an intricate scheme to gain notoriety. I had fled, and for a long time it was nearly impossible to believe that a person that close to me could arrange for my death for her own gain."[/color] 

His face gave off a sinister energy. [color=#dde0c7]"I guess that´s just the typical human, right?"[/color] he said, the words slithering out of his mouth. In moments his face reverted to his typical disarming grin. [color=#dde0c7]"It was around that time that I had managed to befriend Lynx however, so I suppose my total amount of friends didn´t change, eh?"[/color]

He turned towards the familiar, who had been too preoccupied with squabbling with Sil again to pay attention. [color=#dde0c7][i]The number stayed at one.[/i][/color] 

Lynx stared Sil down with a murderous gaze. [color=ffff66]"I fail to understand how I could ever come to resemble a horse, [i]fairy[/i]."[/color] The word fairy was hissed with a heavy amount of contempt.