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[Color=silver][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
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During the second dance of the ball, Umber stood by watching the guests with crossed arms and his unchanging smile. The dances allowed him to get close to targets, but it narrowed his observation of all in attendance. A low raspy hum escaped him as his eyes met O'ner's form seated at a table with [i]that[/i] demon. Demons. They were rarely of any interest to him, but this one was peculiar. 

For one, he figured that Darius would have been a long-forgotten meal of hers. A slave at best, but from what he witnessed, she was protective and caring of the poor man. [Color=silver][i]What hold does he have over you?[/i][/color] Umber scowled at O'ner. [Color=silver][i]And what is this fool doing? Courting? This whole facade is becoming distasteful. I want pain and suffering now… I shall be patient. It will come… Yes, it will come soon.[/i][/color]