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[color=00F8FE]Time: 11:00 am
Location: Ballroom
Interactions: Ruby [@SausagePat] [/color]

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Callum was surprised at how quickly the fair-haired stranger made her way to his table. She spoke with a hint of an accent more common in the less-than-affluent parts of Sorian than with the nobility and she looked at him with hopeful, mismatched, eyes. He was pretty sure if she were one of Sorian’s eligible high-class and wealthy noblewomen he’d have at least heard of her. Edin certainly enjoyed listing off all eligible noblewomen and commenting on which features he approved and disapproved of during his insufferable marriage speeches. But Cal kept his suspicions to himself and simply went along with the ruse.  

[color=00F8FE]“That is a rather impressive pedigree Ruby. I’m Callum, it is a pleasure to meet you.”[/color] He offered the required polite smile with the greeting. Her boast of social status, wealth, and refinement did little to impress him, but the unusual offer of a handcrafted pot was far more charming. [color=00F8FE]“No one’s ever offered to make me a pot, I think that’d make a wonderful gift.”[/color] Callum added. She had seemed more enthusiastic and earnest when she had offered him a pot than when she spoke of noble heritage, he tried steering the conversation back to that. 

[color=00F8FE]“As for hesitating to make my pick; the king was talking and my ears have this terrible habit of turning off when he does so, seems I tuned back in just in time though, eh?”[/color] Callum spoke with a grin. He tested the waters, waited to see her reaction to his small slight against the king. [/color]