[color=C15E9F][center][h1]Victor Blanche[/h1][/center][/color]
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[color=C15E9F]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=C15E9F]Location:[/color] The Shooting Range
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Victor was one of many assigned to watch over the kingdom’s hotspots of the day. The archery tournament has always brought in a crowd, and luckily for Victor, he quite enjoyed it. The weather was pleasant, and the world was bright.  It did wonders for lifting his normally somber spirits, and it was a nice change of environment whenever he did get to observe such huge events.

 However, despite dressing well, he garnered stares as per usual due to the nature of the scar across his cheek. It couldn’t be helped. Perhaps that was why Marek was always situated in public events, as any other situation could result in unfavorable gazes.

He sat comfortably in the stands, enjoying a  sausage he had purchased at the concession stand as he leaned on his cane with his other hand.  

The sausage had an exceptional bite.  It was juicy and well-seasoned. The bread roll that held it was a nice warm cushion with a perfect toast.

 Not one detail went over Victor’s head. 

Speaking of which, he had picked up on a few familiar faces upon those who had signed up to compete. 

Lady Thea Smithwood. 

What could be said of her? Besides that, she was an attractive woman who had no qualms of defending herself against perceived disrespect, she had a fascinating past. The well-spoken, graceful girl adored by the Varian Kingdom was now unrecognizable to her kingdom much less anyone else. The death of her father had seemingly changed the girl into a completely different person. Her dress was completely inappropriate, even by Varian standards as she had no qualms displaying hints of her womanly treasures to the world. An alcoholic mess of a woman who busied herself with immature parties. All while to be married to the only Prince of the Varian Kingdom… Who was not present.  How peculiar. It had also been strange that she did not attend the party last night when it had been certainly expected.

Then there was another interesting Varian. Matthias Larsen.  Tall, pleasant, seemingly perfect. If Victor was honest with himself, he did not know much about his man other than he was a well-respected knight who had  lost his wife. He had scoped out the child but did not let his gaze linger.  He wasn’t certain if this individual would matter in the long run, but it was good to note the loss he was struggling with. 

Then there was the Caesonian baker, Ezra Turner.  This was a man they monitored very often as they were well aware of his criminal past and peculiar behavior.  Though long gone was his long green hair, he was undoubtedly recognized by the intense emotions that were always crossing his expressions.[color=C15E9F][i]Always so tortured, Ezra. What turmoil haunts you?[/i][/color] Victor knew he’d be on the edge on his seat when this man competed; he was always such an interesting person to observe.

Victor licked the condiments off his fingers with grace as his gaze landed on an oddity. Long hair,  bizarre dress… He scrutinized and leaned on his knees.  [color=C15E9F][i]Facial features of those who reign from Kisoma… Just who are you…[/i][/color] Victor had never seen this man. He had been observing and researching individuals in the area for a long time. He had files upon files…Victor had no idea who this man was. 

[color=C15E9F][i]This is interesting.[/i][/color][/color]