[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Rascade, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon found himself sitting at the table alone. Cedar had left the venue. With his departure also meant Stritzel’s interest towards the table disappeared. The Delvings and Yorks were too busy fraternizing with Jazdia, Yvonne, and each other. Politicians were using the banquet as an opportunity to make deals and forge connections. The younger generations were following said politicians like stowaways attempting to steal the secrets of success from their forebears. Beyond the platitudes the king provided him at the beginning of the event, there didn’t seem much interest to interact with the elderly doctor. For the moment, that was fine. Solomon had no feelings about it one way or the other.

	Solomon sat at the table with the mushroom dish he had seen Cedar partake of earlier in the evening. It was a delightful dish. Placing down his utensil, Solomon rested his hands under his chin, again. His eyes rifted across the room. The drama was not settling down, though tensions were still high between the factions. Solomon didn’t feel it necessary to involve himself directly in any of the confrontations. He did feel some empathy towards Cedar’s intentions, but beyond what he had offered already, it was best for the bear to feel the weight of his decisions. The consequences at Fanghorn were regrettable. Solomon agreed with Cedar at that. Though the bear had no way of knowing, Solomon was formulating ways in which he could secure the late Von Kruber’s family. At least the bear was helpful in revealing to Solomon the family in question.

	As for Silas and his comments, the women were taking care of themselves. So all in all, Solomon had very little reason if at all to involve himself within the political drama erupting around him. An orderly appeared offering Solomon a stemmed glass of fine drink. Solomon accepted, though only had it sitting at the table for now. His plate vanished at some point between then and now, but Solomon paid it no mind. For now, he was people watching still alone at his table. Somehow, even with most of his figure covered in cloth, he didn’t seem bothered by it.