[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/S98vWKh.png[/img][/center][/cell][cell] [color=#50b0f1][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220311/27efd277073263c7d99ebe605d1cfab8.png[/img][/center][/color] [indent][hr][/indent][hr] [indent][sup][color=ab274f][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/iiz4LB9.jpg]Party fit (one brooch only)[/url] [color=ab274f][b]Date and Time:[/b][/color] [b]FLASHBACK:[/b] Sola 25th, Early Afternoon [color=ab274f][b]Location:[/b][/color] His office [color=ab274f][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] [@Rodiak] Lord Monet [color=ab274f][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] [/sup][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]Wulfric stretched, filed the agents’ documents in a secure location, relocated to a couch, and ordered some tea. After it was brought in, and he begun to sip on it slowly, he called out, [color=ab274f]“You may join me, Jackal.”[/color] The sliding doors leading to his reading nook opened, and a servant walked out. Well, he was disguised as a servant, but even the prince, who knew he wasn’t quite that, couldn’t discern anything that gave him away. Jackal had a light brown complexion, warm brown eyes, short trimmed black hair, an aquiline nose, and an affable demeanour. He had the remarkable skill to make only so much of an impression on a person that they noticed him as an expected part of any given environment, and promptly forget about him. [color=ab274f]“Before we move onto your report, how were they?”[/color] Wulfric asked, curious of Jackal’s opinions on the new agents. “Oh, that [i]Thorne[/i] lady noticed me for sure. The others? They were degrees of suspicious,” he waved a hand in a so-so motion. “You’ve got some oddballs, Your Highness, but they’re professionals, that much I could tell. But, hmm,” the man hedged, and the prince motioned for him to go on. “If there’s really [i]magic[/i] involved,” Jackal tapped his chin. “Might need folk trained in that, too, Prince.” [color=ab274f]“Don’t I know it,”[/color] he sighed. With a shake of his head, he moved onto the next topic. [color=ab274f]“You have the photographs?”[/color] Jackal smiled, crossed the room in a few steps, and carefully deposited an envelope on the coffee table. Having handed that over, he moved away, standing at attention like any other servant would have done. Opening the envelope revealed a day’s worth of work: dozens of photographs of mundane happenings involving Lord Monet, from the moment he stepped a foot out of bed to the moment he returned to rest for the night. A few to confirm he had slept throughout the night, even. On the 24th of Sola, Monet started his day with breakfast at the guest house. He met with the Duchess Lesdeman, and was with her for several hours – not because of anything titillating, though. Business only. Afterwards, he went out and about with an old friend, and the two dined together. Next, he had dealings at the bank, where he met with Duchess Lesdeman [i]yet again[/i]. Parting ways with her, he wrapped up his evening with a visit at the brothels, where he remained well into the night. Leafing through the pictures, Wulfric began constructing a picture of the man Lord Monet was. His frequent dealings with Duchess Lesdeman were unlikely to be related [i]only[/i] to the marriage offer for Zarai. He and the Duchess must have deeper connections. The lord had no compunction about visiting the brothels, either; he hadn’t taken any precaution to hide his activity. A sleazy, unscrupulous man, he was sure, even if he had no concrete proof for the latter. [color=ab274f]“Continue observing him. See if you can position yourself within eavesdropping distance. I want something incriminating, the worse the better. If he doesn’t show the appropriate initiative, feel free to lure him in with appropriate bait.”[/color] Jackal gave a single nod, and bowed with a sly smile. Before leaving, he left Wulfric with an irritating piece of news. [i]Alexander Deacon[/i] had been hired by Edin as his temporary advisor. With a long sigh, Wulfric thanked the man, and dismissed him.[/color]