Bartuc gave a belly laugh as Ruinil told him of how others would perceive his new found form, that of a half demon like his spouse Ruinil, and could not resist the urge to enjoy the silly notion. It was infectious as he thought more and more of his years of service, of some inappropriate comments he had heard over the years pertaining to a certain little lady in the ranks. Men did not care for anything but a pretty face and young bloods were all too much proof of the concept. Eventually his laughter died down to a slight giggle as he wiped a tear from his eye. [color=ed1c24]"Oh my dear girl, I do not [i]care[/i] what the people think."[/color] He rested comfortably on a wall as the fog rolled in and her behest. The song was mesmerizing even as it faded away to leave Bartuc standing alone with fond thoughts. 

[color=ed1c24]"You are wrong, my love, to think the way you do."[/color] A look of very real anger crossed his face for a fleeting moment as the memory of the dream came unbidden to him. Bartuc could not contain his anger at the thoughts of her dieing in such a grim way at the hands of 'friends', his fiery temper sparked very real flames across his back that turned his silk shirt to tatters. Bartuc patted out his flames and simply looked into the sky. [color=ed1c24][i]I will kill anyone who even attempts such an act.[/i][/color]

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Marcus returned to the party hall and kept his distance now, simply trying to enjoy the atmosphere and convince himself that his actions were right. Freeing 'red' had been the right decision but it had effectively made him a betrayer to the order, a person Marcus would personally take the life from if he found out. What a life he lived, that of a knight of the Dawn. Like he had told Aundair it was crucial to follow the rules but in time it was hard to forget that the world was full of grey. 
His thoughts grinded to a halt as he caught a familiar sight blending in. Interestingly, he noted, it was not her face he recognized but the very way she walked. Hypnotic in a way he could not understand but alluring all the same. Before the movement even registered in his mind he tapped on the disguised Reds shoulder, sweeping his hat off with a low bow. [color=0072bc]"Oh kind maiden, I pray you are not cold? The nights must be difficult with the winter snow out in full."[/color] He held out his hand and offered a sly wink. [color=0072bc]"Maybe a moment of your time upon the dance floor would warm your bones?"[/color]