[h2][b][color=#EFA73B]Fareed Nashala Asim[/color]
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[b]Starry Night ball[/b]

[b]Location[/b]: Grand Ballroom 

Drunk in short, was the woman who approached him. Positively straining her dress with poorly hidden muscles and with a stain or two not quite dried. Like most of those here, [color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] had an inkling who it was even if such knowledge was not in depth. A drunkard, a pragmatic, an uncouth, many words had passed between the sheets of paper that documented her existence. Shame there was nothing that stuck out as anything substantial, rumours that felt half-true until she had walked up.

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[color=peru]“My squirre found a small keg of my favorrite mead. Care fer some?”[/color] 

[color=peru]“I must say, the clothes of Alidasht are verry bold. Perrhaps I shall see one of your tailorrs, my own wardrrobe is a bit stale. I’ve never felt right, wearrin’ the frrilly things Caesonia’s ladies seem tae love.”[/color] 
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[color=#EFA73B]Fareed[/color] looked her over a tad closely, noting the clothes. That fur shawl fit, but it did not hide how that dress shirt pinched on the shoulders. Those buttons strained, the belt had an extra hole stabbed within it, the skirt roughly an inch short with a few to many tears then most regal clothes should. Yes, she could definitely use a better wardrobe and something more fitting with her personality.

[color=#EFA73B]”Yes, I do believe I will take you up on that.”[/color]

It had been awhile since he had talked of such mundane things, it will be a good distraction.