[center][h3][u][color=800080]J[/color]omurr [color=800080]I[/color]kon III[/u][/h3][/center]
Jomurr raised an eyebrow and smirked. [color=800080]"My good man, I know nothing whatsoever of Zeno Zemana or his apprentices, though I've certainly [i]heard[/i] of the Iovinas and Hohenfelters."[/color] He pursed his lips for a moment and shrugged. [color=800080]"I suppose we'll find out once we meet them. It can't be helped. For now -"[/color] He pulled out a chair and rested his weight on the back of it. [color=800080]"-Let us simply relax and enjoy what we can of this feast. What is left shall go to the poor, as Oraff-Zept would will it and as is our responsibility as gentlemen."[/color] 

That he was in a rather good mood, Jomurr could hardly deny. Perhaps it was the excitement of it all, perhaps it was the opportunity to provide for the others and meet his noble obligations, and perhaps it was simply the absence - however temporary - of that beastly Rettanese girl. Then, he paused, a second absence coming to mind. Taking a couple of steps, Jomurr furrowed his brow and craned his neck in the direction of the steps, positively unlordly for a moment. [color=800080]"By the by -"[/color] he half-twisted to regard Solaire [color=800080]"-you haven't caught sight of Miss Carbonneau yet, have you?"[/color] Normally, Jomurr would've sent a servant to fetch her but, alas, there were no servants to be found here. He had decided that he could respect Zeno Moonlight, but this was an issue that they truly [i]would [/i]need to discuss at some juncture. Instead, he composed himself and decided to wait for the performer's answer. 

(Interacting with [@Jumbus] & [@Animus])