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[indent]Auguste had known the Alidasht were more forward with their words. Be it through the innuendos or flirtation that the Prince often waved off with a smile or their blunt honesty. Even more were there seemingly strict adherence for tradition. Or... atleast seeming so. He figured there were some ill-will within this dutifulness towards tradition. He acknowledged Munir's presence and simply smiled at him taking his goblet.

The issue with Duke Lorenzo's seating confused Auguste. Within Caesonia the guest of honour tended to be seated on the opposite end of the host, although he did also come to the conclusion that perhaps Alidasht customs were much different from their own. Auguste personally believed that the matter was overblown. The disagreement had generated an atmosphere not do dissimilar to one in the royal court. Auguste expected such within this dinner but it was jarring that it had started over something fatuous. Auguste was familiar paddling such waters, he nonetheless hoped Wulfric was here instead of him. Perhaps it was better he was here instead as Wulfric tended to be... harsher with the Duke.

Auguste stayed silent throughout it all. He maintained his neutral expression, although his smile had dripped away from his lips. While there may have been a conflict with tradition, he thought it was taken a smidge too far when the Alidasht had aired out their personal grievances with Lorenzo. Still, he stayed silent. Auguste nodded at Leo's suggestion, an attempt to diffuse the situation.

Internally, Auguste was proud of Lorenzo standing up for himself. While he may have acted discourteous in their own eyes, there was no excuse to do the same under the guise of tradition. This newfound confidence would serve him well in court... if he sharpened his mind against the more unsavory members of court. The same could be said about Charlotte. Both the Vikena household was always one he had rooted for and often assisted. It was good to see them stand up for themselves.

Auguste exhaled unintentionally at Duke Lorenzo's final words, biting down a smile. Had the Duke always been like this? It was like a different person sat on the same table as him with those biting remarks. Though it was best he doesn't make his underlying comment much too obvious like that, the Prince still found it slightly amusing. 

Even though an odd atmosphere nestled uncomfortably in the background, it was good to see that they have moved on from the topic. 

[color=#EEDC5B]“I'm in agreeance, Duke Vikena.”[/color] Auguste finally chimed in, his smile had snuck back onto his face. [color=#EEDC5B]“There have been a-many dueling tournaments I have entered, and many I have placed in second, third, or even lower. Most of time”[/color] Auguste paused. [color=#EEDC5B]“It is more exciting for me if there are mountains left to climb.”[/color]

Auguste truly meant no ill-will to his words and simply added his own experiences to Duke's own statement.
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