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[indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/DO7Iw9h.jpg]Outfit[/url]
[color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] Sola 23rd, Late Morning
[color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Castle Gardens: Tea Party
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color]
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Violet
[/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]Family disruptions, she'd said. Related to her attack…?

Wulfric noted all of what Violet’s words, and analyzed them. Was the discomfort she supposedly ‘felt’ from others really based on what she’d overheard? Was it her own unease due to the attack and injuries she’d suffered? Or a self-centered if cynical presumptuousness? Yes, her presence had merited some gossip, but with all that was going on she certainly wasn’t the centerpiece of everyone’s attention like she seemed to think.

[color=ab274f]“You [i]assume[/i] that you are the focus of every whisper and glance, all of them malicious,”[/color] he pointed out mildly. Despite what she’d said, he doubted she could hear [i]that[/i] well. Then again, Violet had always struck him as inclined to brooding. Perhaps she fancied herself the tragic, darkly romantic heroine, shunned by society and its evils, with the only thing which could save her being [i]true love[/i]. Her mention of Roman only solidified this impression.

[color=ab274f]“You detest the speculation, but you would be open to verbal prodding from a procession of strangers, well-meaning or otherwise?”[/color] He questioned, evidently finding it unlikely that she would. One the one hand, she accused people of a lack of sympathy for her, but on the other hand, she’d shown clear resentment at being approached.

[i][color=firebrick]“So far Charlotte and yourself have been brave enough to try and pull information out of me.”[/color][/i]

A dry laugh escaped him at that line. Brave enough? What arrogance.

However, her statement revealed that there was indeed information that could be gained from her.

[color=ab274f]“Oh, you are indeed very much mistaken,”[/color] Wulfric countered with a smirk. [color=ab274f]“That you would believe [i]Lady Charlotte[/i] to have unsavory motives…”[/color] he shook his head in disbelief. [color=ab274f]“No doubt she was simply checking in on her friend’s sister.”[/color] The sentence he’d uttered gave him pause. He’d been told Charlotte had been seen at the scene of the murder at one point. So, how much did she know?

[color=ab274f]“As for myself,”[/color] he then continued. [color=ab274f]“I believe I have said. There is an ongoing investigation, one I should like to see concluded soon.”[/color] Wulfric gazed into Violet’s blood red orbs thoughtfully. Based on what he’d intuited from her demeanour, he figured she might appreciate an appeal to retributive justice. 

Thus, he added in a low, dark tone, [color=ab274f]“Your would-be murderer, or [i]murderers[/i]…They are still out there, running free and happy. Perhaps thrilled and satisfied at having hurt you, perhaps eagerly waiting for a chance to do more.”[/color] He leaned closer as he spoke quietly, as if confessing a secret. [color=ab274f]“I want them to [i]pay.[/i]”[/color] A viciously cold smile flashed across his expression, swift and sudden as a lightning. It was gone just as soon, and he leaned back into the chair. 

[color=ab274f]“Don’t you?”[/color] He asked, as casually as if they were discussing the weather.[/color]