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[color=9AF781]Time: Morning, 9:30am
Location: Outside the Danrose Palace
Interactions: One, very rude, servant [@JJ Doe]
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[color=CBCBCB]Leo headed outside the palace, his view of a perfectly fine day in a lovely city obstructed by some filthy servant who continued to find herself in his way. [color=9AF781][i]What was with this place? Was there not a single person here training these imbeciles?[/i][/color] The servant's erratic walking pattern only continued until the creature was now, not only in his way but, uncomfortably close to him. The bizarreness of the experience put him on guard, there was no reason for this filth-covered servant to be this close save for ill intentions. 

He scanned her for any signs of a weapon, his eyes focused mainly on her hands, expecting some sort of attack, an assassination attempt, and one he was ready to parry. The servant only moved to smeared mud from her boots onto his freshly purchased shoes. 

Not the attack he’d been expecting, not one against his life but against his footwear of all things. The obvious correlation was made between his current situation and the slippery-shoes incident from earlier. Few of her words bothered him, the opinion of an ant against one with the power to squash such an insect was trivial, but her final statement was a vague threat that could not be so easily dismissed. An early grave had been her words, and as far-fetched, as the idea was, it only brought to mind the disappearance of his father. As unlikely as it seemed that these could be related incidents there was no reason to take chances. 

[color=9AF781]“Quite the statement, from one, who is [i]nothing[/i]. Bold too, though here I’d have to call it stupidity; they don’t seem very forgiving of out-of-line behavior in Sorian. I can assume you played a part in tampering with the rest of my shoes?”[/color] He asked, though he didn’t bother to wait for an answer before continuing. [color=9AF781]“Almost amusing if not for the poor timing. This is far less amusing, and I’m certain his royal highness would have little tolerance for threatening his guests with an ‘early grave.’ I prefer to handle my own matters, so, who put you up to this?”[/color] Leo waited, expecting the name of some proper nobleman with who a grievance needed settling because as far as he saw it, no mere servant would be able to plot something as masterfully executed as the slippery shoe incident and certainly there was no reason for a servant of another kingdom to launch threats. [/color]