[h2][b][color=#EFA73B]Fareed Nashala Asim[/color]
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[i]Starry Night ball[/i]

Location: Grand Ballroom 

For a room of such size and opulence, this ‘Grand Ballroom’ was terribly stuffy. Perhaps it was a lack of airflow or the masses of conversing nobles, or that lingering spice to the air of some improperly prepared food. 

 [color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] was a man alone in a sea of faces, merely waiting and observing near the table of Alidasht delicacies. Not eating, watching. Amber eyes scanning across crowds, lingering on the foolish display being enacted by [color=ffce00]Munir[/color] as he seemingly flirts with yet another woman. All he can hope is that his sibling does not cause another incident or require him to step in and stop another rightfully scorned lady from stabbing the playboy. [color=6B8E23]Ranyas[/color] talks of her brothers possibly manipulated mind seem to not have ground, but it would be remiss of  [color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] to dismiss them outright. That rake of a sibling had been out of sight for far too long to not have fallen into some deception as he is wont to.

Regardless of possible plots, this was not an event a man such as  [color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] could merely relax at. No matter what his dear siblings asked of him. The only reason he was here was to keep an eye upon that flirting fool over there and because many of them promised to attend shortly after his arrival.

Lies, most of them. [color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] was long used to them trying to deceive his wit to get him to relax, but sometimes it is a plot he must go along with. In truth he had little doubts many would be along any time soon if at all.

So he stands as a statue, watchful gaze silently seiving though these attendants.