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Munir remained close to the Alidasht table, his attention drifting between a few places in the mean time. Idly, he grabbed at the offering of morsels from his home, or rather the idea of food from Alidasht drawn from memory of someone that has visited once years ago. All in all the food was passable. However, even the most mundane home in rural Alidasht would be able to offer more vibrancy than what was on display. That wasn't the focus of the night, Munir supposed. The night was more a social gathering, than one to critique food and cooking ability.

On that front, a part of his attention was uncouthly snatched from him. Not because of the subject of his focus, of course. It was just how, despite his best efforts to distance himself from wanting to pursue a relationship with someone, or at the very least get to know them on a deeper, more personal level, he finds himself unable to stop wanting to speak with Nora.

Along that same subject still, he looked back at the new friends he just made. Captain Durmand, and Askel for this matter, were off socializing on their own. However. Munir cannot help but notice Askel looking rather intently at his sister. Almost as if...

No. That cannot be. Can it? Are they acquainted? How do they know each other? Where did they meet? That look on Askel's face... One such as Munir knows what it all means. 

Infatuation. 

Munir needed to know. Placing his now-empty champagne flute down, he started to make his way towards his sister. Ah. Lord Ravenwood is with her. That's fine. That is a familiar face. However, there is another among the trio. No matter. He will greet her politely but not engage much more as his focus is now on asking his sister some questions... He grabbed another flute of champagne and poured the liquid down his throat, without much decorum. His veil became crooked in the process, but he did not much care. He started fumbling with it and just as he reached the trio, he removed the veil and let it fall to the ground. [color=ffce00] "Lord Ravenwood. It is so very nice to see you. It has been too long. I hope all is well."[/color] Turning his attention briefly to one of two ladies among them now, Munir continued [color=ffce00]" My lady, the pleasure is all mine to have made your acquaintance. I am sure my dear sister is being cordial. On that subject..[/color] Munir turned to face his sister [color=ffce00] "Dear sister. I have a few questions that may need to be asked in private, if you would spare me a moment of your time?"[/color]

Munir is trying his best to preserve Ranya's image in public, and trying to act in accordance of their current surroundings. If this was a private affair, Munir would have pulled Ranya aside, without care who was in their company at the moment, and asked her all the questions that were now firing off in his mind like arrows from archers...