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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: evening
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: the park
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: Sadie [@Potter], Felix [@Mole], Zarai/ Mathias [@Rodiak], John [@Conscripts], Fritz [@JJ Doe], Violet [@Tpartywithzombi] 
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]: the General [@Blizz], Messenger? [@Lava Alckon]
[color=f26522]outfit:[/color] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/06b08b90-7dc5-4b56-bad9-82183150fae5.jpg]Red tunic with a summer burgundy cloak and no hat[/url][/center]
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Roman watched the two figures slowly start to approach the group, he didn’t recognize count Fritz immediately as they approached but did make out the man’s form. A small thank you from his left snapped him back to his friend. he could only give Zarai a warm smile in return to her thank you. 

“[color=f26522]a thank you and a smile is all I will ever want from you.[/color]” He spoke softly with warmth in his words.

Nodding to the noble knight, his son, and his helper with a smile. “[color=f26522]Come now Mathias you talk like that’s a bad thing. Now if we met like this on the field then yes we really shouldn’t be running into each other out there.[/color]” Watching Sadie almost throw herself at the small human he brought along with him. The sight was very much adorable. Those moments for him were precious and made him miss home for only but a second.

Sadie’s question and bubbly attitude made him smile even wider with a hardy laugh. “[color=f26522]a good gaggle of learners this time, no shinning stars yet but we will find the Dimond in the rough with this batch I’m sure of it. Ill challenge them to see if they can beat even your wonderful craftsmanship at the end of the summer. I’m sure it will catch them off guard especially when you come join us for a lesson.[/color]”

His smile never faded as he spoke but again his eyes and attention were pulled from them when the one he thought was violet turned out to be violet? But she didn’t look well, bloodshot eyes, a new scar or makeup on her brow that he did not remember being there before. Perhaps a bruise or a mark from a fight, needing a cane? Must have been a struggle. The pair was at the perimeter of the guards at the base of the hill, knowing the count at her arm could get her through he continued to examine them. 

He wasn’t too awful familiar with the man but was aware of the Varian nobility that was on the roster for joining them out here this summer. That was after all part of his job. As they approached, Roman stood from his position, he did not conceal the worry on his face. With her red eyes and the mark on her head she must have been assaulted after the party last night. Trying to remember why he didn’t leave the party with her instead of going with the others made his head hurt and he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt pass through him for a moment.

There must be some sort of serial abuser in the city to have two beautiful nobility assaulted in one night, first Zarai and now her. He would have to have his men look into this matter further when he got back to them tonight. Roman remained silent as he looked the duo over, she was definitely distant maybe she was still stuck in survival mode or shock over what happened to her. Why the hell would her father let her out in this condition she should be recovering in bed if her assailant made it so she needed a cane to walk.

John spoke up first and invited violet to join them, the prince looked otherwise neutral to the new guest and some of the others just looked at her with worry? He wasn’t quite sure. The sudden appearance of a red-haired women that immediately threw her arms around the princess made him instinctively grab the hilt of his sword for just a moment. With violet being here his concentration wasn’t on his surroundings. 

A few faces from the crowd locked eyes with him for a moment then went back to whatever they were doing. It was true that Roman had guards tasked to him like the others but his guards were always just out of sight or blending in with the rest of the population so it never looked like he had guards with him. They were making sure they didn’t need to come to assist him, he still gave the guards at the bottom of the hill a glare at their failure to at least question who was joining them.

Relaxing and trying to turn his attention back to lady violet, he spoke with a slight smile addressing the count on her arm first, “[color=f26522]Thank you Count Fritz for escorting Lady Violet Damien to our simple gathering.[/color]” His smile didn’t fade but his guard was still up with regard to the new comer. “[color=f26522]Violet[/color]” he spoke with the same curious and cautious tone he had when they were talking on the balcony the night before, “[color=f26522]Are you alright? I could not find you after our dance last night at the castle.[/color]” Maybe it was then that she was attacked, her father sent her off to keep some of her dignity perhaps? What ever happened to her the night before didn’t sit right with him. 

Another man approached them and again he turned to glare at the guards, who at this point could only shrug as the messenger delivered his note to the princess. He may not have authority over them but he was still intimidating. To add to that intimidation, although he looked at Violet with a calm but worried gaze, there was the possibility that those who knew him or knew the signs could see a growing rage behind his eyes and subtly in his body language. The crystal hidden under his shirt glowed almost unnoticeably as these emotions began to grow inside of him. He would find who did this to her and he wouldn’t make their demise quick.