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The man noticed how the woman was focused on something else and followed her eyes across the room to the beast. He watched for a moment, but his attention went back to her when she spoke. How she responded caused him to let out an amused huff. Either she was disinterested in the party, his approaching, or both… he didn’t blame her at all. Baron didn’t want to be here himself, but his commanding officers encouraged it. This was his first ever… occasion. Whatever this could be called, he wasn’t necessarily about it, but duty was duty. 

‘[color=366563]Maybe something more exciting will happen throughout the night,[/color]’ he casually said while scanning the room — he doubted it. He hoped that nothing [i]too[/i] exciting happened during this event, because he didn’t want to work or get into something he regretted. This was way above his pay grade in his eyes, and he wished he were back in the barracks or even on a manhunt compared to this. Balls and decorative events were never for him. 

His eyes glanced back to the woman who was slightly taller than him, his darker eyes looking up at her, and he looked around, ‘[color=366563]I’ve barely been here for five minutes,[/color]’ he confessed. ‘[color=366563]I think it’s too soon for me to say if I am enjoying the night or not.[/color]’ Even though he wasn’t settled on if he was enjoying the night or not, he gave the woman a gentle smile for any reassurance, as if he was saying that everything was okay for the time being. 

Baron noticed that people were moving around the ballroom and entering. Everything was beginning, and he wondered how packed this place was going to get. If it got too packed, he was going to have to make an excuse to get some fresh air or something by the end of the night. At times, his thoughts wouldn’t let him enjoy pleasantries like this — trained to see potential dangers and threats. There were going to be too many possible situations for him to fully rest his shoulders. He wouldn’t rest until he got to bed tonight, more than likely. ‘[color=366563]Is it safe to assume that you have been to these events before?[/color]’ Baron wondered. Some part of him assumed that there were others here that have never attended before, but he felt like the woman he was talking to was experienced. He wasn’t assuming she was a goddess, but he felt like it was safer to assume she was. Though he assumed some of the deities probably hadn’t attended these before either. 

And he had to glance at his belt because he noticed that her eyes lingered on his sword. Was she uncomfortable that he had a sword on him? He couldn't remember all the rules of this event, but he didn't remember them saying that weapons weren't allowed. Maybe they weren't allowed, and he missed something. '[color=366563]My sword doesn't bother you, does it?[/color]' That was the last thing that he wanted to do... offend a goddess and get punished for it. Why did his superiors have to force him into this position? Plenty of other guys would have died to be able to be here tonight. More thought it was an honor, but Baron felt like it was more of a burden. 
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[center]Interaction(s): Morrígan [@Lunari][/center]