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Within the stinking docks around Mudville two figures could be seen entering a small cabin. [color=#656565]"There we go, we won't be heard here."[/color] A hooded figure spoke out, grabbing a bottle with two glasses out from his cloak. [color=#656565]"Want a glass? I did my best to grab a good tasting one."[/color] Charlotte sighed. [color=#AA4069]"I could never refuse a good glass of wine, can I?"[/color] [color=#656565]"Perfect, then we can talk until the wine bottle has emptied!"[/color] He poured some in the two glasses and took himself a sip.

[color=#AA4069]"So why did you wish to meet here?.. This is hardly the nicest place to truly reunite after such a while, Herr—"[/color] [color=#656565]"Hey, hey, hey! Did I not say you shouldn't refer to me as such?"[/color] The Hooded man cut the Feskan off. [color=#AA4069]"Of course, My apologies."[/color] Charlotte nodded her head. [color=#AA4069]"Then, what did you wish to discuss?"[/color] The hooded figure cleared his throat. [color=#656565]"You must have noticed it too, right?"[/color]

[color=#AA4069]"Noticed what?"[/color] 

[color=#656565]"Her."[/color]

[color=#AA4069]"Who?"[/color]

[color=#656565]"...You know who I'm talking about!"[/color] He answered, his posture radiated his annoyance.

[color=#AA4069]"If she concerns you so much, then why don't you just talk to her instead of observing her? I'm sure she misses you dearly."[/color]

 [color=#656565]"I… can't… I shouldn't even be here, remember?"[/color] His voice became less clear. [color=#656565]"You have seen how she has been ever since she came back, right?"[/color]

[color=#AA4069]"A grieving young woman who just lost her beloved one?"[/color] She put her hand on her chest. [color=#AA4069]"I do so hope Herr Hohenfelter found a good place to rest." [/color]

 [color=#656565]"Not just grief! Do you not see it in her eyes? That same strange glint of satisfaction is not something a true grieving woman should have!"[/color]

[color=#AA4069]"It is true that she has not been herself as of late, but I think that has to do with all the horrible things she has had to experience as of late."[/color]


The hooded figure took another sip of wine and sighed heavily.  [color=#656565]"Karl, I get what your reasoning is. But I can't shake this feeling that something is terribly wrong. I've been watching her from the shadows.”[/color] He paused as if he tried to find the correct words for it.  [color=#656565]"It's not like she's not herself..  it's the opposite. She is too much like herself. Someone who always had this lust for power, however now with Manfred gone she has nothing to keep that in check."[/color]

Charlotte's brow furrowed with concern. [color=#AA4069]"Are you saying that perhaps she's dealing with things she shouldn't be?"[/color]

The hooded figure slammed his hand against the wall.  [color=#656565]"Exactly. And I can't just stand by and do nothing. But if I reveal myself to her… that's why I needed to talk to you, Karl. She has been like this since last year's trials…"[/color]

[color=#AA4069]"I'll see what I can uncover as her aide. I would like to add that she has also been somewhat distant towards me as of late."[/color] Charlotte emptied her glass.

The hooded figure nodded in agreement.  [color=#656565]"Thank you... I knew I could count on you. Just...be careful. And if you find anything, let me know. I can't let anything happen to her."[/color]