[color=f49ac2][h3] Ayel Raunefeldt [/h3][/color]

The Marquess was pleased, it was the most important mission of the day to the nobleman. His solitude with himself had been a trial, not because he found himself to be awful company, but because there had been no opportunity to display himself before everyone else. 

It wasn't that he would admit he loved being looked upon in jealousy, in praise and worship. At least that was what he told himself. It was to display his higher standing in life to all manner of people under him. 

He couldn't afford some peasants to start planning some revolt or put forth some request to impose restrictions on his noble class. The very idea made him shudder. 

Yet for now he had eaten his breakfast and was saddled atop his favorite white horse, with enough fabric covering the horse to keep it warm and make sure that the noble rider wouldn't get any horse-fleas or hair on his fine garments. Not like any of his horses had any fleas, he had specifically instructed his workers and Faldrin to keep them clean and far away from other horses. 

Even with horses things had to be separated by class. He loved it. 

As Ayel rode in on his horse into the middle of Dawnhaven, he expected them to greet him with waving and saluting. But as he had not announced his arrival to the prince, there were no trumpets. But it soon became clear to him there would be neither of the things he expected. He recoiled in shock to what he saw, serfs lining up for food, and not having to pay for it. The nobleman felt the sweat building at his forehead despite the cool air. 

[color=f49ac2][i]'Who is the business disaster that has made this affront?[/i][/color]' His eyes scanned his surroundings with scrutiny. Were there some other noble present? One of those 'new times' nobles which spoke up in favor of the peasants. He hated those class traitors. 

He grew more and more concerned as he heard the chatter of all the commoners, their faces lit up with hope, their dirty clothes and faces stuffed with food. They were happy.


The noble felt a big lump in his stomach. This was wrong. So very wrong. 

[color=f49ac2][i]'His royal majesty must know of this right away... there's some rebellious activity in this place. Perhaps my dear friend the prince could stop this display of wasting resources to the unworthy.' [/i][/color]Ayel adjusted his large feathered hat, pulling his bothersome lock of hair from his face. 

He looked over the crowd from his elevated position on his horse. At least he felt good about looking over them, like one would watch an anthill with all those workers serving their leader. The momentary thought put him in a better mood as he moved closer with his horse. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Make way. Out of the way. I don't have all day." [/b][/color]He said aloud. Directing people to make a path for him, the people giving him glares. Him of all people. How dared they. One of the serfs even had the gall to sneakily slip his horse a carrot. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Stop that at once. My horse is on a strict diet, it must not eat low quality- where do you think you are going? I am talking to you-"[/b][/color] He gritted his teeth as the serf eluded him and vanished into the sea of serfs. Once lost in there, he felt unable to tell it apart from the rest. They all looked and smelled the same. 

He thought he could see the guardsman which had pestered him a week ago. His face was more memorable to the noble. Having made sure to memorize the people whose wronged him. He also could smell... farmer stench. But he couldn't tell from where, it was as if the odour of all the thralls had created a mixed miasma that was even overpowering his expensive perfume. 

Ayel's eyes landed on someone with a fancy coat. A fellow noble? Perhaps she could enlighten him where to find the culprit behind the free food ploy. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Pardon me milady, but would you be so kind and direct me to whomever is responsible for this waste of resources?" [/b][/color]He said, putting on his best smile, he had it practiced and nailed down perfectly after hours upon hours of mirror talks. 

The Marquess smile completely died soon after as he saw the persons face and the rest of the body. A large eye slammed right into the middle of her face and a reptilian lower body. It wasn't a milady, it was a malady.

[color=f49ac2][i]'By Aelios noble grace! A monster!' [/i][/color]He thought, his eyes widening in horror, then he looked around for the nearest torch. This monster was sneakily pretending to be a noble, hiding in the midst of the witless vagrants and surely plotting something. Was this the culprit? Ayel felt almost paralyzed by fear. What manner of diseases were this -thing- carrying into the place. There had to be laws against it. Someone had to do something. 

The monster appeared to be female. It troubled him further. What if it would spawn more of its kind? Animals and monsters were supposed to be in cages or arenas. Or put down. Why was this thing free? 

[color=f49ac2][b]"You there, what are you doing here, speak up beast but watch your tongue. Did you arrange this gluttonous serf feast?"[/b][/color] Ayel asked in a stern voice, he was still nervous. [color=f49ac2][i]'This creature shouldn't even exist. Where are the menagerie keeper when you need him? This wicked abomination should burn by the stake.'[/i][/color] He mentally told himself.

Then again. The price for snakeskin had gone up. There could be profit to be had.

[@PrinceAlexus]