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

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[color=f49ac2][i]'Ofcourse I am correct.'[/i][/color] He mentally rolled his eyes at the remark, when had he ever been wrong? To commit errors was for the poor and uneducated, like his servant Faldrin. The mention of the prince, his bestest friend possibly partaking in a contest of beauty had made Ayel blink quickly.  Lord Stormlight had tried to joke that the prince had an actual chance to compete against him on a matter of beauty. It caused Ayel to give off a genuine chuckle. His bestest friend was royalty, rich and had a way with seeing obvious talent, but to outshine -him- of all people in a contest of being stunning? Poppycock!

Nathaniel seemed to however be in some hurry, needing to act fast? Was he trying to pretend to be quick, or was he trying to be a speedy performer, whichever of the two, Ayel couldn't decipher. It didn't matter. He wasn't much for theatrics, those plays drew attention away from things that truly mattered. Himself. He did have a fond memory of a play though, where he had placed himself with his large hat in a location that he would be in constant view by the onlookers and make the performers seem like mere background characters. Then again. Weren't they all?

His thoughts snapped back to the present as he heard his first name being uttered by Nathaniel. He was feeling so close with him already that he started to use first names? Ayel felt satisfied. He was so charismatic that people would befriend him at first meeting, just like that. He truly had an excellent hand with people, if only the prince would let him aid in expanding and correcting Dawnhaven, there would be wonders to be had. He could already imagine the fountains and statues depicting himself and with his bestest friend, the prince standing on a statue next to him. Albeit abit shorter. Power could corrupt people. He had to carefully make sure that his good friend the prince wouldn't get out of hand with his choices, like having a charity day… or peasant day. That would be awful.

The noble before him was such a refreshing change from the common leech and filthy vagabond he had met so far, he had even gone as far as to respect his personal preferences and made a handshake of invisible magic. Impressive. Lord Stormlight did indeed seem schooled in the right ways to treat someone of his worth. This was how he should be treated. But the nobleman got pulled out of his thoughts again as Nathaniel yelled for someone called Eris.

Eris? He recalled someone being named that. Was it some scandalous new-noble or someone of actual importance? He didn't have to think for long before a young lady approached them. She had heard of him aswell. Now this was more like it. Ayel produced a satisfied smile as he straightened his back and raised his chin to make certain she could admire all his noble features, an almost impossibility as there was so much of him to go around. But he knew he had to offer the best view for possible admirers.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Aha ha ha! Hah… ahh.. Oooh yes, I do have a habit of being bold, adventurous and leading the charge so to put it! Aha hah hah."[/b][/color] He offered some obnoxious laughs as he stroked the ruffle at his shirt, fondling the little broché depicting his own face in profile.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Lady Hightower? Truly? Charmed I am sure. I do recall your family name, ahh such fortune meeting fellow highborns here."[/b][/color] He said before the word she had uttered finally landed in his mind. Donated? DONATED?! A large sum. He felt lightheaded as if he was going to faint any moment. He could see stars in front of his eyes.

He felt a chill down his spine, then how a sweatdrop was trying to form at his forehead. His shirt suddenly got alot more humid and warm. Was he having a panic- No definitely not. He was a calm and collected nobleman. He was just abit startled. He felt a sudden sense of relief on hearing one of his safe-words. 

[color=f49ac2][i]'Ahhhhhhhh! Funding! Ofcourse!'[/i][/color] He mentally chanted to himself as he felt the burden fall off his shoulder. The very idea of donating things for some charity, 'noble cause' or to... the poor. He would have none of that! He had a reputation to think of.

[color=f49ac2][b]"Ahhh yes! The funding, well ofcourse. Yes, it lies in both of our families interests and that of our noble Aurelian kingdom! Remind me again, what was this research about? I have so many.. uhmm… funding projects."[/b][/color] He said as he tried to think about what manner of other things he had funded. Most of the things he was funding was groups intending to make the rich richer and the poor get in line. The good and noble stuff.

[color=f49ac2][b]"This is the second time I hear about this feast, is it true then? My best friend, his royal highness is the host of this… peasant festival? Ohohoho. Oh no, no no no. I will not go into that place. It's like a menagerie no doubt. I saw the inn had it's own… what do you call those again? Performers tend to have monkeys dancing while they play their noisy instruments. This inn seems to have some snake-woman creature. She even tried to convince me that she were the owner. As if my dear friend would allow that abominable creature waltz around and looking awful like that to begin with. I saw her pale-looking chisel-faced tamer at the local hot spring, he was in the middle of trying to clean her and some other mistake-looking woman with orange eyes. Best be on your guard here my fellow highborns, these opportunistic lowborn will try -anything- to get us into trouble. Give them a single apple, and soon enough they ask for the entire tree!"[/b][/color] Ayel said in an upset manner, but he was clearly trying to make a point. He tightened his hand as if trying to squeeze and imaginary thing. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"They'll bleed us dry if we'll let them. Also is it true that the prince has truly married a barbarian? I find this truly unbelievable."[/b][/color] He shook his head in disbelief and seemed actually hurt by the fact.

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