[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Matthiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#b3ccff]"I'm not willing to guess at what Cadmon has to do with the Viscount and what that has to do with either of us,"[/color] was Esben's reply to Rudolf's prodding. [color=#b3ccff]"At least with you it makes sense. To include me as well is...difficult to predict."[/color] It meant that Cadmon had known about [i]him[/i] ahead of time, in some manner. Whether that was something to do with Kayliss or to do with Halvor himself was another impossibility to guess at.

He glanced at the flowers as well as Rudolf, eyes narrowed at them. Primroses, red and white hellebores, camellias...he knew, and he'd told the others as much, that one of the Viscount's various hobbies was flower arranging. Whether these were just convenient blooms or some sort of messaging from the eccentric man, he had little clue. [i]Floriography[/i] was not something he'd bothered to study at all, nor had it even been an option at the Garden.

[b]"Ah, Sir Cadon?"[/b]

Esben's eye's snapped back to the guard that had met them at the manor gates. [b]"The Viscount has been in...one of his [i]moods,[/i] lately. He's barely spoken for the last two days, something about a letter he got and the timing of things not lining up. You'll understand if he's not the most welcoming, yes?"[/b]

[color=#b3ccff][i]"...Ja."[/i][/color]

A foreboding thing to hear from someone that was supposed to help them, for sure. The guards swiftly moved to giving directions to Goug, where the chocobos and all the rest of their things could be stabled and stored. The Kirins were, for the moment, given basicaly free reign of the manor grounds. Esben took a moment to reorient himself, having not actually been there since he was a child, looking between the manor house, the stables, outbuildings...He pointed off to the west. [color=#b3ccff]"He should still have a smithy over there. I wouldn't expect miracles, but we can at least get anything dented and bent fixed back the way it should be. Guest rooms are on the east wing, so we'll be shuffled that way soon. Let's make our way in out of the cold, though, [i]ja?"[/i][/color]

Without waiting for a response from the rest, and given his own perturbed mood with the entire situation, he made his way up to the entrance of the house and pulled it open without a care.