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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]Interactions:[/b] Munir [@Infinite Cosmos], Nora [@HylianRose],  Amira [@Chrys], Aslam [@AuthenticTomb], and Duke Vikena [@FunnyGuy] [/color]

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His cousins were delightful company to say the least. He took the drink matching his preferred color and took a sip. The fruity aroma hit first, followed by the smooth fall of the liquid that consisted of cranberries and vodka. The mixture was so pure, so perfect – it’s sweetness made Farim smile a bit more than he wanted to at the moment. But he took one look at Munir eyeing up the Varian nobility and knew that there was something….unspoken there.

[color=D2691E]”So…it seems as though you have found something here. But I do not think it is what you are wanting.”[/color] Farim stood straight, now turning a full eye as the one brown haired girl was conversing with Amira. Munir had the look of someone registering a certain event in the back of his mind. Farim found it amusing at the very least and did his own registering of his registering – how ironic.

That’s when the commotion broke out towards the King. It seemed that Duke Vikena, ever the people person.  [color=D2691E]”I suppose I should say the capital hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows…”[/color] He had liked Sorian for what it was worth. At the outset it seemed like there was lots to enjoy, and the people were friendly enough. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized there was definitely….a lot wrong with this place. At the very least things were turning out to be very bad.

Magic users being hunted. Queens being burned. The holy scripture of the gods being tantamount to ultimate authority. And a King who can barely hold onto his authority without having it be stated forthright a thousand times over. But as quickly as the debacle arrived it was dissolved. The quintet of people now being ushered off – likely before some more important guests made their way into the gala.

[color=D2691E]”Care to share your story, cousin? Or does it still sting to think about her?”[/color] He spoke plainly, but gently to the man, not wanting to make him relive something that would ruin his night further.

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