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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Danrose Castle[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] 10th of Ignis[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Magnus [@Remram] and Anastasia [@princess] [/color]

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[color=D2691E]”Ah. I do believe I recognize the name. It is much nicer to put a face to it. I prefer knowing my acquaintances much more intimately than just a line on a list.”[/color] He softly cleared his throat, as if feeling Magnus’ mild judgement. Magnus insisted on his lack of a proper date or even the prospect of one. Yet Farim still held some reservations. Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve after all.

[color=D2691E]”While I appreciate the compliment. I think you should strive to find your own version of love that fits you. Not everyone should be like that age old tale of Jomeo and Ruliet. Unless of course, that is your style.”[/color] He chuckled. [color=D2691E]”Be yourself! To wander in solitude is depressing, but wandering together has a special kind of magical feeling to it.”[/color] Farim crept his gaze to Anastasia, stealing a few moments of the conversation to just enjoy the sight of her. The man silently counted his blessings before giving Magnus ample attention when he spoke of business dealings.

Nodding along, Farim made it a point to remember Magnus’ cadence, and the way with which he spoke about the novelties of his craft. A man as decorated as Magnus is not a mere “lone engineer” in Farim’s eyes, but perhaps he was placing too much coin on his side of the scale. Regardless of his mental impressions of the man, he knew there was value to be struck, but this was not the time nor the place.

So Farim smiled, in an equally friendly and unsettling way that preceded some form of trouble for whomever he would deem his target. [color=D2691E]”Then another time we shall meet. I think right now we should focus on you meeting your bridge to be…”[/color] Farim spoke casually, his eyes now sliding across the room in search of match making potential. He paused, once more addressing the man. [color=D2691E]”What exactly is your….[i]type[/i], my good man? What drives the fancy of a man such as yourself?”[/color] He kept looking until he saw a woman wearing a frilly blue dress. A noblewoman, no doubt, but one from a lesser known house that Farim had likely written off long ago. His eyes darted between her and Magnus to see if there was any spark, and his mischievous grin met Anastasia’s gaze as if to tell her “Back me up here!”

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