[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Crimson Paladin]
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Perhaps unsurprisingly, István had declined to accompany Cadmon right away, and instead elected to go for the kitchens; with a shrug, Cadmon parted ways with his brutish retainer, rapidly returning to his suite so as not to leave the griffin-riding knight waiting. Beyond that, there were still certain matters to sort out after the last excursion—what to do with the horses his men had captured being one of them. Unlike their riders, Morahti horses were valuable and worth keeping, but that still left divvying out suitable mounts to suitable people, quartering them, what to do with the other horses in the meantime, and the like. An increase in work load that Cadmon only had himself to blame for, given that the horses were captured on his orders.

He hadn't been long perusing the information given him on the captured beasts before a knock came at the entrance to his suite, however. With a glance and a nod, he sent one of his servants over to answer the door and usher the knight back to the young earl's study, cage and papers in tow. [color=#ff8c00]"Sir Falkner,"[/color] he greeted with a nod as soon as the knight was before him, taking the envelope and pulling it open. [color=#ff8c00]"Not a short missive, then? Well, you have my thanks for the errand. You can set Sirona down and open her carrier; I hope she didn't cause you [i]too[/i] much trouble—"[/color]

He trailed off slightly, frowning down at the first paper he held from all those sent in the envelope that Roger had handed to him.

[color=#ff8c00]"Falkner, you aren't acquainted with a Baron Bridger, are you?"[/color]