One of the Dukes in tenure sworn loyalty to Fredricus' regime was Caitlyn Stritzel. Friendless, weird and eccentric. The old woman more often than had been letting such epithets stuck for many years, making the accusation associated with her somehow gained a legendary status. 

Today, it seemed the rumor would again be proven. Stritzel was already in her own world when she looked at Cedar, watching intently behind the shadow for every move and words made by the beastman. 

When Cedar returned back to his seat, the old woman doubled her resolution and brought her tiny stature on a straight beeline toward Cedar.  A masculine-looking woman in a suit followed her from behind. 

"Gentleman... can I sit here?" 

Her voice was raspy, yet it still has an aristocratic ring in it, but then quickly ruined by her audible breath, which seemed to be rushing erratically from her boldly-lipsticked lips. 

Doctor Solomon expressionlessly welcomed her, and she took her seat near Cedar, closely, as if she wanted to directly lean on his fury torso. Thankfully, the Duke of West Far region maintained what is left of her courtesy and instead, eying and down up toward Cedar's bearish feature like an adoring fan. 

"It bothers you, doesn't it, being stared at like that?" she began, almost purring. Some pieces of unchewed meat and crumbs fell unto her bleached locks, and she gently brushed them away. "These people really have no manners."

The beast-man, still chewing his meal looked down, while Stritzel, made good use of time elapsed between her question and his reply by sniffing the air around her. 

"You..." she beamed, her breathing was getting heavier. "You are... so young..."

The lady who had been following her stood beside her. Her eyes fiercely stared at Cedar, hands balled into fists. [b]"Hey, you!"[/b] She barked. [b]"My mistress is speaking to you!"[/b]

The shouting naturally attracted more attention to their table, including Prince Alec who sat just three tables away from them. But the young boy said nothing, for he himself was also busy with his own share of aristocrat pleasantries. 

"Oh Olga! No need to be all tight with this Young Gentleman. It's okay, let him enjoy his... time" said Stritzel, with artificial meekness in her voice, there was an angry gleam in his eyes when she looked at her servant, indifference when addressing the staring guests, and somber toward Cedar.