[center][color=#35A8F0][h1]Magnus Pawonska[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/h0bUfwV.png]Starry Night Attire[/url]
Interactions: [@Redking0380] Fareed
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So, this was what a king chosen by holy decree was like. If there was an argument for atheism, it was sitting upon a throne for no just and all-knowing beings would have picked a poor specimen such as King Edin. Magnus could barely fathom the kind of barbarism, the willingness for violence even against your own family, and then have it be applauded by the masses. How could his own family even be willing to breathe the same air as the man let alone sit next to him? The very thought of being in the presence of a man who murdered his wife, their own mother, would have made him sick with rage. 

But this was business, as awful as it was to say. Witches get burnt at the stake if they're caught. It was a reminder to stay vigilant, especially with ever growing presence of Witch Hunters in Sorian. All he needed was to lay low and make sure that his siblings had some fun despite their situation, especially Nora. Of all the people that he hoped to gain something from this absurd venture, he hoped for her to make the most of their time in Caesonia. She deserved it. 

Magnus had accepted a glass of some sort of sparkling rosé and hung back to watch the people dance. Try as he might, it was quite hard for him to blend into the background. He stood over people like a wall of muscle, imposing and yet elegant in his blue jacket with golden filigree stitched into it. 

A bored sigh passed his lips. If he was going to be here, then at least he should sample some of the foreign foods. The spices of the Alidasht cuisine were quite enticing, a collection of various spices and foods that he was unfamiliar with and yet, wetted the appetite. What awaited him at the table, was, well, a giant. When was the last time had he needed to look up at anyone? The man certainly looked less than pleased for some reason. 

Magnus followed his line of sight and saw that Nora was speaking to a man, an Alidasht delegate likely. With a polite clearing of his throat to get the man's attention. [color=#35A8F0]"Pardon me, I couldn't help, but to notice your... disapproval of that man over there speaking to my sister. Should I be concerned?"[/color]