[center][h3][color=C0392B]Rudolf Shilage[/color][sup]1[/sup][/h3][/center]

[color=c0392b]"You think he'll be upset if I go help Goug stable the birds?"[/color] Rudolf offered, tongue drifting closer and closer towards cheek. His eyes followed Esben up towards the entrance, but his feet still hung a little back— in part having made sure he was paying attention once the Viscount had been confirmed to be in one of those previously mentioned bouts of melancholia again, but just as much...

He watched and waited, speaking again when he saw the SEED blithely grab hold of the door liked [i]he[/i] owned the place. 'Unwelcoming' would be put to the test, then— good thing he'd hung away, if the man were wroth. He'd noticed a change in the demeanors of the guards, though, once he'd been properly identified. They were acting [i]pointedly[/i] familiar. For all the stress that ruse was doubtlessly causing Breien, his men were as committed to it as he.

And if there was anything both of them that had been urged to take this four hour detour knew he Rudolf a knack for, it was [i]playing along.[/i] He grinned toothily, folding his arms as he gazed past his tallest compatriot and into the foyer.

[color=c0392b]"I mean, after five [i]years[/i] of a mercurial northerner ward in his hair, I'm sure he's been enjoying my time away. He even planted new flowers. I think. Might want to milk every second he can out of it."[/color]

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[*][sub]1. It's been a week of dropping the facade and just admitting he was disowned, and already his smartass gene is working on overdrive. One imagines his family has few friends in their corner of the old country. But it's great, I'm all for needlessly needling people, as you might have put together.[/sub]
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