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[color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1][/color]

[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b] Evening of Ignis 10[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b] Nolan [@Remram], Munir [@Infinite Cosmos], Nora [@HylianRose], Marina [@princess], and Ambrose [@Oso][/color]

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Nolan’s mannerisms were not lost on Drake. For all his talk of neurosis, it did at least come with the bonus of being able to read him like a book. The way he stopped to look at the way one particular lady bowed before one of the Shehzade. He believed them to be Nora Pawonska and Munir Ibn Raif al Kadir. 

[color=greenyellow]”Yes. Punish them with your company.”[/color] He said sarcastically. [color=greenyellow]”As long as you can refrain from going into a tangent about mathematical theories you will do just fine. You have, as the folks say, quite the “face card”.[/color] For all of his ill feeling towards himself, Nolan really did ignore one of the more privileged benefits of being born naturally good looking.

Before much else could be said, a new face entered the ballroom. One belonging to Marina Camilia. Now that was an interesting move — she was also accompanied by Sir Ambrose. A new pair amongst the rapidly rising noble attendance from Varian and Alidasht. And his brother was [i]oh so clearly[/i] smitten by the redhead he could hardly even jest about it.

[color=greenyellow]”Raise your jaw a little so you don’t look like a dog eyeing up his dinner.”[/color] He said while tilting the young man's chin upwards. [color=greenyellow]”At least I have my answer. So it’s the Camilia girl you fancy?”[/color] He ended his poking taunt with a smirk.

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