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[indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/sTIjTiA.jpg]Banquet fit[/url], a simple princely crown
[color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] Sola 28th, 6pm
[color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Castle dining hall
[color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] Cassius, Charlotte, Violet, Liliane, Calbert, Fritz, Mina, Morrigan, Hala & Nadim, Nahir, Kira, Stratya, Farim
[color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [@princess] Alibeth, Edin, Anastasia, [@ReusableSword] Roman, [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo, Alexander [@Helo] Callum
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Unfortunately, his idea of a duel did not bear fruit. Cassius left to check up on Charlotte, while Ravenwood claimed he was no proficient with a blade. Wulfric scoffed lightly. [color=ab274f]“I know you are a warrior as well, Lord Ravenwood, though whether you ever choose to duel or not is up to you.”[/color]

More and more nobles were leaving, like animals fleeing when sensing impending disaster. Was it just the tension from all the arguments, or was there something more…?

His gaze scanned the ballroom, cool and assessing. 

Violet and her mother were next to leave, though that was solely due to Ravenwood’s actions. Meanwhile, Calbert had that trademark all-knowing, smug smirk of his. The kind he tended to wear when he thought he’d already figured everything out, and believed all would go according to his plans.

Ah, well. Calbert and Ravenwood would hopefully sort it out without need of his intervention. 

Deacon finally showed a hint of his true self with that denigrating look of his. Oh, he'd pay for it. He'd timed his words and demeanor well; just in time for Lorenzo's outburst continued, who he [i]dared[/i] to speak up against him. [color=ab274f]“You forget yourself, [i]Duke[/i].”[/color] The blue-gray of his eyes were like a flash of lightning striking Lorenzo’s. Wulfric was so, [i]so[/i] very close to calling the guards on him, but…He was curious to learn what he wanted with Alexander. A helpful servant could fill him in later on, perhaps.

[color=ab274f]“I suppose you can be thankful cutting out tongues is considered passé.”[/color] His gaze firmly settled back on Alexander, his tone was casual as ever. He flicked his hand, effectively dismissing both men.

Soon after their departure, Charlotte followed, then Fritz as well as Cassius. Meanwhile, Mina was urging Roman to accompany her for a private conversation.

Callum too informed him of his intention to depart. [color=ab274f]“You might as well. It is not as if there are many people left to make conversation with.”[/color] He tracked his brother’s figure even as he left. His gaze landed on Morrigan. [i]Who are you?[/i] she had asked her brother. Not [i]what is going on[/i] or [i]what had happened[/i]. Wulfric had only considered the latter, but now new possibilities bloomed in his mind. Could it be an impersonator? A body double? Magical manipulation? Possession? There were so many options…

The queen’s gaze betrayed her, if only to someone who knew her as well as he did – she was picking out the witch hunters she’d hired. He suspected they both sensed the strangeness in the air, and were readying for potential trouble. Too, she [i]had[/i] agreed Kalliope must be spoken to, to which all he said was, [color=ab274f]“Indeed.”[/color]

Edin contributed to the conversation with a most insensible suggestion. [color=ab274f]“I believe they left for their own reasons.”[/color]

CRASH!

Wulfric blinked slowly as he observed Hala’s dog charging onto the table, then running straight at Nahir. He hid a tiny flicker of amusement behind his wine-glass; it was a bit funny, he had to admit. Even so, he was aware the gentlemanly thing to do was to offer assistance. Since Kira and Stratya appeared to have it in hand, he merely beckoned a servant. He directed the employee to inquire with the Shehzadi and Lady Kira if they wished guidance to a room or help with freshening up.

Anastasia stood up abruptly. Peripherally, he noticed she was staring at Callum’s departing figure. He raised a brow as she slid into their brother’s empty seat. [color=ab274f]“I was observing the most recent highlight of this banquet,”[/color] he stated with a pointed glance to where a dog had run over all over a table. He leaned next to Anastasia’s ear, and whispered with a smirk, [color=ab274f]“Do you think his owner did it on purpose?”[/color]

He leaned back, taking a look at her suitor. [color=ab274f]“You did not abandon Shahzade Farim just to ask me how I am, did you?”[/color] The man seemed expectant, as if he wished to join them. [color=ab274f]“Since so many people have taken their leave, why do we not find a room for our conversation, as well?”[/color] He suggested. [color=ab274f]“If you agree, feel free to lead Shahzade Farim to the beige drawing room. I will join you in a moment.”[/color]

He stood up, and bowed to his parents. [color=ab274f]“Your Majesties. I will be available if you have need of me.”[/color]

That said, he approached a few servants and guards who stood at the sidelines of the hall. He tasked them with watching out for those within the hall as well as those who had wandered elsewhere. Whether the guests would need to be ushered back to the hall, protected and evacuated, or dismissed at the conclusion of the banquet, it would all be taken care of. As he made his rounds, one of the servants – a spy he had tasked with observing the invitees’ magicae – covertly handed him a scroll with his notes. Wulfric did not so much as react, merely put the message aside. On his way out of the hall, another servant approached him with a different missive, one from Ravenwood.

It was not until he withdrew into a private room that he unrolled the spy’s sheet of parchment, and scanned the names with their recorded auras.

Callum…

Something truly was wrong with him. Exhaling, he secreted the list away, and departed for the beige drawing room, where he expected to find Anastasia and Farim.[/color]