[center][h1][b][color=9354FF]Fritz "Ryn" Hendrix[/color][/b][/h1][color=9354FF]Time:[/color] Sola 25 1739; Daytime Hours
[color=9354FF]Location:[/color] Edwards Estate, Drake Edwards’ Birthday Party
[color=9354FF]Interaction(s)/Mention(s):[/color] Everyone around the tables[/center]
The lord’s birthday celebration took an unexpected turn. The once refined atmosphere quickly gave way to something rowdier, more reminiscent of a tavern at night than a noble gathering. Inhibitions loosened, voices grew louder, and hands wandered with newfound boldness.

A frisson of worry threaded through Ryn’s thoughts. The last party involving nobility and alcohol had ended with collective amnesia and a surfeit of unanswered questions. 

He plucked a glass from the nearby table, held it up to the light. Through his spectacles, he examined the liquid, shimmering innocently within, then brought it to his nose. The pungent aroma made him wrinkle his nose, but small relief softened his features. [color=9354FF]“Hmm. And here I thought this would be a family-friendly party,”[/color] he remarked as he placed the glass back down. 

Smiling, Ryn addressed the group, [color=9354FF]“I suppose this means the scheduled debauchery has been bumped up to brunch time, then?”[/color]

From an inner pocket, Ryn produced a well-worn deck of cards. [color=9354FF]“Shall we play out here where everyone can admire the gradual unveiling of nature’s finest sculptures, or shall we move somewhere more private?”[/color] He chuckled, [color=9354FF]“I’m equally open to playing games that don’t involve disrobing.”[/color]