[center][h1][b][color=9354FF]Fritz "Ryn" Hendrix[/color][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color] Sola 28 1739; Nighttime Hours
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Castle Dining Room
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s)/Mention(s):[/color] [@princess] [@Apex Sunburn] [@Oso][/center]
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[color=9354FF]“Charlotte.”[/color] Ryn’s whisper barely disturbed the air.

The Lady jumped, a small, startled movement like that of a fawn catching an unexpected scent. When she turned to find him with his finger pressed against his lips, her shoulders eased.

[color=D0B4EC]“Fancy meeting you here,”[/color] she breathed, mustering a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.

Ryn returned the smile. [color=9354FF]“If you were poisoned, should you be out here eavesdropping rather than on your way to a doctor?”[/color] His voice carried more fondness and little reproach. 

He withdrew the enchanted lenses from his coat pocket, studying her magicae briefly before extending them towards her. [color=9354FF]“These symptoms… do they feel similar to that night at the masquerade?”[/color] Accepting the lenses once Lady Charlotte inspected herself with them, Ryn set a glass bottle filled with water beside her.

He had not dawdled in following her. The moment she had risen from her seat, Ryn made straight for Captain Wasun. A courteous bow—[i][color=9354FF]“I am terribly sorry we haven’t been properly introduced, Captain, I do hope we’ll remedy that soon”[/color][/i]—followed by a meaningful squeeze of Lord Vael-Damien’s shoulder. Then he slipped out of the room, taking two glass tumblers and a bottle from one of the serving stations along the way. 

Now, he lifted the borrowed tumblers with a conspiratorial arch of his eyebrow. At Lady Charlotte’s puzzled expression, he demonstrated, pressing the glass against the heavy oak door and leaning forward to rest his ear against its base. The muffled voices on the other side sharpened.[/color]