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[hr][i][color=LightSteelBlue]Time: 10:35[/color] 
[color=LightSteelBlue]Location: Archery Contest[/color] 
[color=LightSteelBlue]Interaction: [@Heartfillia] Crystal & Jacob[/color][/i]
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Cassius could only smirk as the monster among men shoved him forward in the direction of the woman in the cream colored dress. He honestly only understood a handful of the words coming out of the large man’s mouth, so he just smirked and walked on without any resistance. This behemoth was strong…very strong, but Cassius was confident that if he needed to he could slip out of the monster’s grasp and take out his knee before he even had time to react. It probably wouldn’t come to that, but it was better to be prepared just in case it did.

[color=2A7E2E]”The man is a Bampot. Thought I was coming over to hit on him… yep. ON him. Not hit him.”[/color] The behemoth’s words almost reverberated his bones in such proximity. This man seemed more like a loyal pet to this woman than a friend or companion. Clearly some kind of personal guard or hired lapdog. She was [i]clearly[/i] in charge, and the glare on her face said as much. She had an authority to her that was familiar to him. Very curious indeed. Then she began to speak. 

[color=1e4fff]”Who are you really? Speak truthfully….please. [/color] Her words were forceful in tone…but the little please at the end betrayed her, killing the aura of power she was presenting just long enough for Cassius to see past it. It was clear that she couldn’t help herself in saying it. It isn’t that the authority was false, but rather it seemed like she was imitating the work of a master and perhaps was not quite up to the task. She became even more familiar at that moment. 

The woman flustered herself and added.[color=1e4fff]”I-If you don't Ill have Jacob drag you towards the prison himself.[/color] Such a harsh threat. Cassius could tell he was positioning the final pieces of the puzzle already. Why would she be so angry at his assumed false identity? It must be an incredibly personal matter. She must have more skin in the game than anyone else there in the audience regarding who he was. There was only one answer…She herself was a Damien. 

Cassius could see the Count’s features in her face, if only slightly. From the moment her eyes met his he had not broken eye contact, but with her question and the threat afterwards he knew he had to say something. So, with a charming little bow he smiled at her and replied. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]“What a day I have had already. First, I met the man who made me a bastard. Then I made [i]quite[/i] the impression in my first fancy archery contest. Afterwards I made a beautiful new friend.”[/color] He looked back and winked at the monster who apparently is called Jacob and then continued. [color=LightSteelBlue] “And now…now it seems I get to meet my long lost sister for the very first time. Let me introduce myself properly. I am Cassius Vael of the Iron Wolves. Son of Meredith Vael and Count Calbert Damien. I am your brother.”[/color]