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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Primitus Church of Sorian[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Morning of the 25th[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Attire:[/b] [url=https://imgur.com/a/PvvbxKV]Robes[/url][/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] Anastasia [@princess], Zarai[@Rodiak], Olivia[@Potter], and Lorenzo[@FunnyGuy][/color]

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[hider=A Night at the Carnival]
Farim moved from his conversation with Riona with quite a bit to think about. He pondered what the fate of her particular lord of interest may be - as well as the various nature of his trip to this far off land. He really had gone into detail about his particularly nasty relationship with his father, something he might have to be careful of in the future. But for no reason other than pure instinct he gave his trust to her - and so he continued thinking on just what might be next for his stay in Caessonia.

Farim wandered into the carnival, eyes aglow with wonder and joy as he looked at the various stalls and rides. His first day here he had been to a similar style of faire and found it quite enjoyable. This was one custom he would certainly become attached to, the art of playing games, riding rides, and being generally silly and whimsical in the moment - to forget about the troubles of the day and just live for a while. He took his time to enjoy everything the attractions had to offer, and even won a few small trinkets he may fashion into gifts for friends and family alike - he still had those back home to send well wish to after all.

But the night eventually did come to a close, and so Farim made his way back to his chambers and sauntered through the door. A tired Thara was leaning into Farim’s head as he walked over to her cage and gently placed her onto her roost. The falcon almost seemed to sigh with relief to simply lay about in her usual home. The man gave his pet some light scratching and a few earnest shows of affection before draping the veil over her cage and changing into more night-worthy clothing.

From there he sat at his desk, responding to various letters and recording his signature over ledgers that his work back home had sent him. After the better part of an hour, Farim found himself finished with everything and heaved a gentle sigh. There was simply one matter of personal business to attend to first - a letter to write. On an envelope he wrote the words “For the Grand Vizier” and pulled aside a piece of parchment.

“Father,

It is time we spoke upon some rather important matters. I know what you did - and I would like the finer details before I cast any harsher judgment.

I shall come and see you at sundown tomorrow - I promise to make it as brief as our cadence will allow. 

Signed,
Farim abn Kadir”

It was vague enough to not give out his intention but still firm enough that hopefully Hafiz would see he would not be ignored. He ushered the manservant by the door and bid him to deliver the letter with posthaste. From there, Farim could do nothing but await the fated time with anxious theories and what ifs. Was his mother really gone? What had he done to her? Was this all his doing? Or perhaps his negligence that ended her? A swarm of questions came to mind as he went to bed - with some slightly restless sleep to follow. And then - a knock at the door.
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Farim jolted awake to the sound of knocking, and the familiar voice of Anastasia calling out to him through the door. He hurried dressed himself - as much as silken morning gowns do - and answered the door enthusiastically. His ears did in fact not betray him, and the darling sight of the Princess graced his view. She invited him to a celebration of the birthday of one “Lord Drake”. He had never met the man but Annie seemed rather excited to go - so he donned a fancy gem-laden sash with some more suitable linen garments embroidered with a fine golden thread.

The pair then journeyed in the assigned carriage - catching up about the days events. Farim could not help but notice a distinct makeshift package with pristine holes poked into it, as if to provide air for something. The princess had stated she found it before she came to fetch him, and after a few jolts and a couple stirs within the container - Farim had a feeling just what she had gotten this stranger for his birthday.

Once they arrived, Farim took in the pleasant views and the grand decorations. It almost reminded him of how extravagant and exuberant his parties were back home. It intrigued him to know that such customs were not lost. The idea of gift giving crossed Farim’s mind, but he had such little time to prepare that he instead would try and have something sent post-party - or perhaps even offer something to be shipped from his home country for the man. With the birthday boy in sight - he and Anastasia approached and delivered some well wishes - including that of a new pet!

Thara reacted rather strongly seeing the feline creature - and instinctively clung to Farim’s shoulder as the creature began assessing its new surroundings. [color=D2691E]”Well I suppose introductions are in order. I am Farim Kadir of Alidasht. I hope I find you in pleasant conditions this fine day.”[/color] A standard formal greeting from back home - nothing crazy. [color=D2691E]”I do apologize for not having anything physical as of the moment - but I tend to want to offer a more personal touch to such things for such special occasions such as this.”[/color] Farim approached and offered a bow. [color=D2691E]”You see, I run a trading company that spans far and wide across my homeland - should you require anything exotic…silks, pottery, gems, perhaps even another beast-like companion for your new friend?”[/color] Farim smiled while motioning towards Jimmy. [color=D2691E]”You need all but ask - may this day bless you, my Lord.”[/color]

There was a pause for any conversation between the two to continue - the Lord clearly becoming overwhelmed with each passing moment - before Farim casually swept his arm around Anastasia’s. He met eyes with the Duke shortly before he became surrounded by other party-goers. [color=D2691E]"I agree, good Duke. I think your suit is quite marvelous - ah but it seems you might be a touch busy. We should catch up later!"[/color] With the rising commotion, he could swear he heard a distinct shout about someone being a bastard - but at this point he chose to not participate in whatever it is that chaotic man had begun to unravel.

[color=D2691E]”I can think of a few places that deserve your beautiful self sitting on - but for now I think that table over there might be just the right spot for us.”[/color] Farim gestured to the table where it seemed someone had already begun a conversation with another woman. He vaguely recognized the one who was already sitting, and the one standing that seemed to have just arrived he recognized as Olivia from his short visit to the beach. He confidently strode with Annie in toe next to him and proclaimed robustly to the table. [color=D2691E]”The party is here! How are you fine ladies doing today?”[/color]
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