[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon sat at the table with only minuscule amounts of food on his plate. He wasn’t terribly familiar with the customs of barons, and emissaries, but that didn’t really matter for the most part during their interaction. Baron Otto von Kruber seems eager to please. Quickly calling for a doctor, preparing the feast of a breakfast, and striking up conversation. He was very prideful of his farmlands, which Solomon would agree given the display of food on the table. It was rather short notice for such amounts of food. Then again, given Otto’s physique, it wasn’t a stretch for his kitchens to be used to preparing such large quantities of food.

	Solomon waited as the others began to slowly start to eat, taking notice that they hadn’t done so until the baron had consumed his slice of bread. Solomon wasn’t too worried about poison, well aware that most if not all toxic concoctions would not affect him. However, despite the food already collected on his plate, he had not taken a bite himself. The smell was enticing, and he was sure it would have great flavor if the reactive expressions of his colleagues were to be believed.

	Solomon sat at the table, choosing to remain cautious. This was the keep that not only detected his shadows, but had destroyed them effortlessly. It was this caster that Solomon keep August outside of the city limits. And anything short of a command would keep the shadows from entering. The shadow sent to search for Cedar returned shortly before the party had left for the northern gate. Understandably, it had no desire to return to the keep. For now, both it and messenger from Pesti remained with August. They waited for some kind of signal to call them forth. August was eager to tear down the walls of the city and let the thorns that remain lay claim.

	Instead of the current conversation which Solomon assumed people were making to keep up appearances, his eyes slowly drifted about the room. As a standard dining hall with rich decor and fine fabrics, not much could be really accessed as out of the ordinary. His hood helped to obscure where he was looking. As he continued his futile search for some kind of clue, something felt off. Having spent countless hours listening for the soft words of the passing spirit, something similar drifted through his ears. Where it was coming from was impossible to tell, but there was something though fleeting.

	Solomon wasn’t the only one to hear it. Cedar, who up until now appeared rather uncomfortable, spoke aloud asking about it. It was bold to speak out about it, but breakfast was going to be cut short for one reason or another.

	“If there are whispers, I wonder if they are echoes of the other inhabitants within the keep?” said Solomon shortly following Jazdia’s dismissal of his concern. He attempted to make it sound as he acknowledged cedar, while at the same time giving a possible excuse for the baron to play should he be aware of what the whispers truly were. Solomon did not believe the whispers to be benevolent.