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Indrau made his way carefully over to the group around the princess. One of the few positive points to walking with a can that he grudgingly acknowledged was that in a setting such as this party nobody ever typically asked him to dance. It was something that, even as a younger man in his fathers household, he had little patience for. So often there was some political motivation or some real or imagined hidden meaning with such actions. Leave that to his brother, Indrau much preferred things be taken at face value.

He stopped a respectful distance away from her highness, bracing both hands on the head of his cane. The captain was speaking with her now so her drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the head of his cane and thought of what to say.