[color=dodgerblue][center][h2]Intelligence Officer
[img]https://i.imgur.com/1v4GEuh.png[/img]
Lieutenant James Clearwell[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 10th Ignis, Evening
[color=dodgerblue]Location:[/color] Castle Ballroom - Starry Night Ball
[color=dodgerblue]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/oVfIzdm.png]Formal Attire[/url]
[color=dodgerblue]Accent:[/color] Sorian Merchant Quarter
[color=dodgerblue]Interactions:[/color] 
[color=dodgerblue]Mentions:[/color] Victoria [@princess], Freyja [@Lunarlord34]

There she goes. Duchess Edwards moved suddenly away, toward a group including a young lady with a hood. A hood? Not important. His bane had moved, clearing the path for his work to begin.

With a full glass of wine, James approached the circle of gossiping noblewomen. [color=dodgerblue]“They do seem to be getting on quite well, don’t they? But,”[/color] James took a gentle sip of his wine, [color=dodgerblue]“don't you think it strange that the Grand Vizier would announce them so quickly?”[/color]

He was careful not to smile as someone agreed.

[color=dodgerblue]“Indeed, it’s almost as though he wants them together.”[/color] James paused for a thought,[color=dodgerblue] “he’s a man in a powerful position. You don’t think…”[/color]

Another sip of his wine covered his intentional silence, and the eager noblewomen began putting forth their own theories. Excellent. He would listen, carefully, offering excited murmurs and hums at stories that served his purpose.

Captain Durmand had been seen with Prince Askel last week. For quite some time; the Captain had invited the Prince to lunch after their spar. It was a perfectly mundane encounter, but if she were caught in this rumor, it would do her no favors.

She also did look him over in a way that had not seemed entirely professional. She did like to make things difficult, didn’t she?

He would hear the most successful stories and choose the ones that suited him best as he moved on to the next circle.