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-Grand Ball Room-
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-Interaction: [@HylianRose] Nora-

There are a few more attendees to the ball now. Both had bits of red on their body. The man, red of fair and fair of skin. The woman, fair of skin adorned in a deep crimson dress. Munir, still nursing the half finished champagne, looked around the room, not sure who he should approach. 

[color=00aeef] "Shahzade, you should go talk to them. Whichever one. This is a social event after all."[/color] Hakim gently urged his charge to step out from the proverbial shadows and make himself known. He had already chosen to not be announced on arrival, which was a complete one-eighty from how Munir usually approached social gatherings. Now to simply remain on the sidelines would defeat the purpose of coming to the event in the first place.

[color=ffce00] "Fine. I will, I suppose. I don't want to waste the effort you and my sister put in in getting me out here..."[/color] Munir said sheepishly. Contemplating for a few more moments, he recalled how the two guests were announced. One was a Varian Prince, the other was a noble lady from a house he does not have much knowledge on. He turned to Hakim [color=ffce00] "Go find out who that prince is. I'll speak to the lady from House Pawonstya. Or what was it again?...'[/color] [color=00aeef] "My prince, I am certainly not going to be able to pronounce that name. You can bet on that. Better you find out directly from her than me butchering it as you just did... Whatever it is, Pawonstya is certainly a bastardization of her name."[/color] Hakim replied with a small chuckle. Munir rolled his eyes and offer his own chuckle. Finishing the drink in his hand, Munir found a random table and placed the glass down. He took a final moment to smooth out his attire and gave Hakim a final look. The taller man offered a small bow before walking off quietly to mingle with the other servants in the ballroom.

Munir actually straightened his posture more than he normally would, making him look stiff. He strode up to the lady in red, gave her a slightly awkward bow and said [color=ffce00] "Hello, my lady. I am Munir Al Kadir. Pleasure to have made you"[/color]...

Thoughts began firing off in his brain. [i][color=ffce00] "My good man. What was that bow? That was stiffer than steel...AND WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER? PLEASURE TO HAVE MADE YOU? ARE YOU KIDDING? MUNIR IBN RAIF. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. BY SUNA'S GRACE MAN."[/COLOR][/I]

Meanwhile, Munir held his lowered stance with his hand out, and the awkward smile still has not left his face behind his veil...

Somewhere else, as if through telekinesis, Hakim snapped his head towards where Munir was standing and physically recoiled slightly at Munir's awful display. He, however, decided to not come to his Prince's rescue.