Lava Alckon

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Farim

Location: Edge of Lover's Lake
Time: Evening of the 23rd
Mentions: Anastasia @princess, Mina @tae

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Farim looked at Mina as she approached and nodded - finding both her and Roman's tribal wear to be rather authentic and impressive. He felt almost underdressed for such an occasion, but realized he had no such garments of his own made at this moment. He would make a mental note to prepare such things incase he would ever encounter such an occasion again where he would need druidic style loins. He left the two main bodies of the event begin talking about what preparations and steps still needed doing - talking a few steps back and giving a slight bow before wandering into the speeding body of Anastasia, whose vice-like hug was a tight but welcome surprise.

The gasp of air hit him first, but then as he recognized the soft touch of Anastasia followed by her flowing hair that shined like the brighest gold in the desert. His arms wrapped around her, returning the hug and resting themselves on her back until she would pull away herself. "Princess! I am happy to be seeing you! This seemed like just the place you would like - and I could not pass up such a chance to see some more customs of far away lands. I see we even decided to match today, eh?" He smiled, noting the matching blue colors of their garments. His own navy blue tunic would seem a touch dark next to the more vibrant shades of Anastasia's dress, but the similar hues were something that made Farim chuckle slightly.

"Now please, tell me all about your day and the other evening. I hope your meeting with your friend went okay, and that you were not too bored today." He smiled brightly as he looked directly into her eyes with his own. He let out a slight click of his tongue as he remembered another important member of their little gang. "Oh right! There is another who would love to see you." Farim gave a short whistle and from the treeline came a rustling body of feathers that quickly perched herself onto Farim's shoulder. It was none other than Thara, who lightly coo'd as she noticed Anastasia's presence.

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Drake

Attire: Mask, Jacket, and Pants/Shoes
Time: Evening of the 23rd
Location: Damien Estate -> Edwards Estate
Mentions: Ariella @tpartywithzombi

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Time had continnued on, Drake patiently awaiting outside the gates as he wondered if the dear princess was okay. He had figured that her mention of needing to work on personal projects as well as her overall predisposition to such social events would likely have her busy this evening, so with a slightly disappointed look on his face he turned and began to head towards the front door. However, a young servant came running across the street and approached Lord Drake. "Sire! I- uhm...I believe I found Lady Edwards." Sebastian had started with a bit of a shout, but quickly toned down his voice as soon as he realized people were casting gazes their way. Drake stopped in his paces and turned to face the young man.

"Good on you Sebastian. Is she alright?" Drake was beginning to worry if his sister would be able to make it out of the house at all after the likely chastising and nagging their mother had put her through. Sebastian nodded and whispered once more "She was...uhm...in your room sir." Under his mask, his eyes widened with slight surprise at the statement, but Drake nodded all the same. If there was one place their mother wouldn't check, it would be his own room. Drake placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in the young lad's ear. "If they allow you entry, do tell my parents that Ariella is safe, and wishses to attend the ball as an anonymous lady seeking ones prince charming for the night. Whatever you can say to get Mother on board." He smiled and pat the young man on the back, prompting him to run off as Drake hailed a public carriage.

With a swift payment and an swifter trip, he made his way back to their house and quickly yet quietly made his way to his studies. Three firm knocks sounded on the door as he spoke aloud, making sure no one was nearby to hear him. "Ari...it's me. May I come in? He patiently awaited her response beyond the other side of the doors, and couldn't help shake the feeling of dread any brother would have when about to confront their crying sister.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Cargo Hold/Crew Quarters of the Saltrunner
Mentions: Amisra @Tae and Sirena @tpartywithzombi

Equipment

330 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak

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Tanithil looked in slight confusion at the mention of "whoever you are" came from Amisra. At the same time, he felt a flow of relief hit his body at the first signs of her being okay. He lays his right hand on her ribs where it looked like bandages were packed the best. He may have been hasty to judge this unseen helper, but they definitely seemed to know their stuff. He did not push against her body too hard for fear of making the injury worse. He clicked his tongue in frustration at the thought of her being hurt while he was right there.

"Sorry you got all bent up like this. I should've given you some more magic.| He slid his hands off her ribs and sighed. "At least you're okay for now." He got up to walk towards the cot that happened to be nearby, pilfering through some random crewmates stuff until he found a cantine. He opened it up, eyed the contents, and took a small swig to make sure someone hadn't traded their daily water for something a little more...fun.

Sure enough, some plain old H2O hit his lips and he brought the mostly full cantine back to Amisra, offering it to her. "Don't fess too much about it being someone else's. I already took most of the icky germs you hate so much." He chuckled aloud. Water, food, and rest were the top 3 things this woman needed right now. Well, that and safety. His eyes turned towards the side of the ship he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched from.

"Stowaways are hardly looked on favorably, whoever you may be. But you helped my friend so I'm in a pretty good mood. Care to come out and talk a little bit about your predicament?" His voice was passive, showing no aggressive or commanding nature in the way he spoke to the possible unseen person.

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Meeting of the minds

Farim, John & Wulfric

Date and Time: Sola 23rd, Early afternoon

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Farim could not help but show a look of pride at the mention of him being a legend. He smiled and nodded at Dr. John’s words. “I am flattered to be thought of as a legend. I simply look to provide what I can for the good people of my country and even further beyond its borders.” He paused to do an open palmed gesture towards the doctor. “Such as someone in your line of work seeks to help others, I very much share that notion, even if some may view me as a pragmatic persuasion.” His arms now crossed, and his stance become slightly more casual.

“The main point of my wanting to meet with you is simply that there is a rather short supply of medical experts in my homeland. Sure we have some, but very few and far between and half of them ill-equipped to tackle the problems of modern medicine.” Farim’s hand moved to hold his chin between his finger and thumb, as if to mimic a thinking posture while relaying this plight. “This is not a problem that can be fixed overnight, but I feel that it may be necessary to start expanding my branches out to that of your field, Dr. John. Perhaps even send a few willing participants to do … oh how is it said… an internship?”

The hand moving his chin now rolled at the wrist as if to passively dismiss any initial suspicions with his next line. “Of course, not for free. Proper payment and all. We can talk about the details over some lunch perhaps? That sandwich was good but I would not mind grabbing another bite somewhere local. Have you found any good places around here?” Farim poised the offer, wondering how the man before would think of all this. If the proposal was outright rejected, perhaps some good food could at least come out of it.

“Oh for sure. It’s going to be a little technical with what I’m involved with, so not a bad idea.” John leaned his head slightly. This one he actually knew a little bit more than Farim might expect. “I know a nice little place with noodle soup. It’s not in the fine dining area, but in the tavern area funnily enough. According to what I heard, it was, and probably still is, a soup kitchen for the nearby hospital, and that patients loved their food enough that it spread through word-of-mouth, so now it grew into a restaurant after a decade or two.”

John’s eyes seemed to glow like a little kid, as if it was a personal memory. “It’s a niche taste though, I hope that’s not too far off for you.” But he remembered that he was talking to high-class Alidasht royalty, not to his colleagues, so that might not be their thing. But still, after his times both in high and low, he always remembered that place as an example that not everything for the commoners is bad.

Farim’s hands clapped with enthusiasm, and he gestured with his hand off into the distance, prompting Dr. John to ‘lead the way’. “The best meals come from all corners of the world. I shall not turn my nose up at something that has yet value to be appraised. That and the nature of our discussion is rather fitting for such an atmosphere. I shall come with, so long as my…attire is of no consequence.” He realized wearing a wet-suit to a kitchen may not be the most socially fitting image, so he whistled to one of the nearby guards left from Layla’s ensemble. He dusted off any remnants of sand from his earlier scuffle with them and made a request. “Would you mind either fetching or finding someone to fetch my robes hanging off my bed frame? I assure you my cousin would not mind your absence for an hour.” His tone was pleasing and his demeanor friendly, and despite the guard looking frazzled and worried, he nodded and quickly hurried off into the distance. “There, at least I can cover up slightly, eh? Lead the way, good sir.”

As the Varian doctor and the Alidasht prince were conversing, making their way towards an eatery at a leisurely pace, an unlikely figure caught sight of them. The first prince of Caesonia himself, mounted atop his steed, which was trotting towards the beach. He had intended to head towards a more secluded part of the beach, and go for a swim, but seeing two men he wished to speak to changed his mind. Steering the horse towards the pair, Wulfric called out to them with a, “Gentlemen, good day.” He wasn’t loud, but his firm greeting carried to them well.

Once he was close enough, he dismounted, giving each man a nod. “Please excuse me for interrupting what seems a thoroughly engaging discussion. However, I had hoped to speak to each of you, so seeing the both of you together by happenstance is an opportunity I would rather not pass by. Provided you do not mind me joining you, of course,” he smiled charmingly.

That’s a face John didn’t expect right there: the Prince himself. On a horse as well, a very fairy tales evoking image, but charming nonetheless. But assuming all good faith, he was happy to entertain the discussion.

“Oh, you are very welcome to, Prince Wulfric.” John gave him all the greeting gestures one could’ve expected. “We are on our way for a meal. I am certain the humble restaurant would be equally honored to be visited by your highness.”

Farim had not expected the company of the eldest Danrose, but nonetheless he had a big smile to greet the man as he approached. With a bow he gave his greetings to Wulfric. “My, many surprises await me today. This one at least very pleasant. Your steed, they are quite the majestic creature.” Farim admired the horse with reverence and would softly stroke its mane should he earn the right.

“Indeed, he is,” Wulfric agreed, and permitted the Alidasht prince to pet the beautiful black-coated horse.

A quick movement would be noticed from the sidelines as the guard from earlier approached the trio with a finely knitted silk-lined robe - as per Farim’s request. He took the clothing and donned it quickly, making short work of the wrapping necessary to secure it. “There, less revealing to the public eye this way.”

“Ah, yes, that is for the best. After all, we wouldn’t want to risk someone fainting,” Wulfric was clearly amused, a head tilt indicating several gawkers who had a plenty to stare at. Two royals, one of whom had been strolling along the streets in a swimsuit to boot.

“By the by,” he suddenly added, “I happened to meet Thara the other night, when you had sent her to my sister.” He raised a brow at the other man, mildly interested in just how companionable the two of them were. “A beautiful raptor, truly - is she not with you today?” he inquired after the bird.

Farim silently thanked the momentary distraction of clothing himself as he would think of just how to respond to Wulfric’s unexpected words. He had indeed sent a random animal to his sister’s bedroom in the dead of night - but he calmed his nerves and reassured himself with his next statement. “Anastasia had done me a great kindness in my stay here. She had shown me the city and the lovely festival you all were holding. She had seemed a little off when we had parted ways so I repaid her kindness with kindness of my own, a habit that I hope you are fine with, Prince Wulfric. Thara is a beautiful falcon. One whom I cherish dearly. She is resting in my chambers, likely tired after being out all evening. The fact that she returned unharmed despite your discovery of her is a kindness I won’t forget either.” He said with a chuckle before moving with the group to their destination.

The Shahzade seemed a tad nervous, which clued in Wulfric that he might have an eye on his sister. “Of course. Anastasia did appreciate your thoughtful gesture, after all,” he agreed. This situation did amuse him; Farim was acting as if instead of the bird, what he’d found in her bedroom was the Alidasht prince himself, in the nude. “Not to worry, Shahzade. I shall reserve my overprotectiveness for my sister’s potential suitors, not their pets,” he reassured with a smirk. Though his tone was lightly teasing, his gaze was thoroughly assessing as he considered the foreign royal.

The distance to the intended restaurant did not take long at all, and to no one's surprise, their arrival was quite a sight. An Alidasht royal and a Caesonian prince amongst the common diners. Gossip quickly began not atypical of Caesonian habits, of what their purpose here was, as well as who was the third man in company. One might think he was a servant, but his seat and the two royals formed a complete circle.

“There you go.” John passed the menu to the two. “It's a smaller menu than usual. I would recommend their special noodles with herbs and pork. But if you have any allergies or religious restrictions, they’re probably flexible with the meat.”

Farim looked over the options and couldn’t help but ponder the variety of things he had scarcely seen or heard of outside of cultural exchanges or themed restaurants back home. There was the chance to try a particularly interesting soup that still seemed familiar to him. “I think I shall try this special soup. It seems lovely!” He asked before handing his menu away to whomever would take it.

Wulfric hummed as he quickly flipped through the menu. “Roasted pork for myself,” he decided.

After ordering their meals, John leaned back on his chair and looked around at both Wulfric and Farim with a friendly smile. “Anyway, now that we’re settled in, I am happy to answer and discuss any subjects you have.”

Farim nodded, and took a more serious expression while keeping up the cheery and charismatic demeanor. “Well, on my end, I simply wish to discuss things trade-worthy. I am a man of many deals and know where to find good arrangements. I see potential in a medical partnership between you and I, Dr. John. Imagine the good for everyone if you could show some fresh hands the ins and outs of medicinal practice?”

His hands now linked together, fingers intertwining as he leaned on the table. Farim’s gaze shifted now to Wulfric. “And if there is anything you need, dear Prince Danrose. You are certainly welcome to ask me whatever it is that may be on your mind.” Farim had heard of Wulfric from Anastasia, albeit briefly, and he was rather excited to meet the impactful prince in the flesh. Farim’s curiosity over both him and Dr. John's response would make any restaurant seem like fine dining to him.

“So, the two of you are arranging for internships?” Wulfric raised a curious eyebrow. “A fine way to advance medical knowledge in your country,” he gave an acknowledging nod to Farim, “since Varian is known for their advances, and you are one of their renown physicians,” his gaze landed on the doctor. However, he did not intend to pitch in; he deemed the existing exchanges between Caesonia and Varian acceptable.

“As for your offer, Shahzade, I shall keep it in mind. I am most intrigued to learn more about your trading pursuits. Investing was once a very active hobby of mine, but it is far less hands-on compared to your endeavors.” He leaned in as he said so, which was an evident sign of his interest. He believed they could talk about business in depth, and there was the potential for him to gain some unexpected insights. “However,” he straightened in his seat, “let us shelve that for another time. When the two of you conclude your previous discussion, I will address another matter.”

“I would love a partnership for sure, though like I said, it would get pretty technical.” John rubbed his hands together as he quickly glanced at Wulfric before settling on Farim. “You see, my doctor title can be misleading. I indeed nurse people back to good health, and it is my official role here as a Royal Physician to personally tend to our monarch’s health, but being a Varian Institute member, I work on a variety of other things, like medical research or public health.”

That and also one more responsibility that he decided against revealing, one that he had a complex relationship with but couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride in. It was also more of an internal Varian mechanism to keep the boots of their sovereigns from the necks of the people, so it was not widely known, not even to some people in the Varian government itself. So that, unfortunately, Farim would have to miss out on.

“So you have quite some choices. I assume since you’re more of a trader, a medical research partnership might sound enticing? An opportunity for Varian and Alidasht to exchange medical knowledge, and also medical supplies to each other.”

Farim’s eyes shifted between the two, taking ample slow breaks in his train of thought to process what all had been given to him. The exchange was going precisely how he desired it to go. “Well, Prince Wulfric. I shall happily indulge whatever matter you may be curious about. I do not have to make a deal out of every interaction, of course, so I am not shy to simply discuss whatever topics may plague your curious mind.” He waved for a nearby attendant and asked for a glass of water.

While said glass was being retrieved, Farim straightened his posture and placed one leg over the other as he talked. “As for the idea, Dr. John, knowledge is precisely why I came to you in the first place. The tangible supplies can be supplements for a more immediate result on my ledger, but the exchange of knowledge can be a fairly lucrative arrangement. Perhaps some of my more willing participants can elect to become more long-standing medical assistants, nurses, and the like as a way of ‘paying back’ for your time in showing them the ins and outs of the medical world?” As the attendant returned with a glass of fresh water, Farim gracefully took it in hand and took a long drawn out sip before placing the glass on the table. With one-third of the glass already gone, he did not quite realize how parched he was.

“Tentatively, it’s no big deal, but you can always send over the profile of who you had in mind. For a review and maybe an interview, I would say.” All in standard procedures.

Wulfric caught the doctor’s glance. He wondered what it signified. Rather than discovering the reason, mulling over John’s words gave him an idea. “If it is advancing medicine based on a research partnership, then I do have something in mind.” He turned to the doctor to address him. “I do not know if this would be in your purview, but I understand that for the remainder of your stay, you will now act as some sort of representative for the Varian medical community?” He waited a moment for John to confirm this, or else to clarify it. The prince had heard mention of it, but he wasn’t clear on the specifics.

John raised his eyebrows. That information got out quickly. “You can say that, yes.”

“Consider this idea then, doctor. A joint partnership for research of antibiotics.” He paused to gauge John’s and Farim’s reactions. “I believe that sharing of material resources, personnel, and of course, knowledge, would significantly expedite the research process. The sooner we learn how to optimize the production, the better, no?” It was obvious he wanted to implement this on an international level, so his proposition was basic but clear-cut to test the waters.

“Hmm, antibiotics is a fun one.” John pondered for a moment. He did consider the Prince’s words a bit more than Farim’s. His expressions were low-key but there was excitement lurking beneath. “I won’t jump the guns on what my fellow colleagues desire yet, but at the very least, we do want to see this increasingly life-saving technology put into use, so I will put in good words of your highness’s offer. If it were just me, I would be ecstatic to have the Caesonians onboard.”

“Excellent,” Wulfric smiled faintly. Have them onboard, was it? He supposed the doctor considered this one of Varian’s flagship projects. Well, it was natural each side would see themselves as the more prominent one, or try to gain such preeminence. As long as they still managed to find some common ground, though, that was just fine. “Then I will refer to you a formally written offer and proposal. I am certain we can garner enough interest on both sides to see this realized,” he concluded.

Farim observed the two begin their own form of negotiations, and nodded approvingly. This was the kind of deal-making he certainly loved being a part of. He looked off to the left and noticed a few people approaching with their ordered foods, his stomach almost seeming more empty as the promise of good food made its way to the table. He took a pause and a sip from his soup, and despite its scalding hot temperature, still drank the spoonful he had rather quickly. With a satisfied but quick sigh, he rebuttaled.

“I suppose I have not given any real meat to the constant mention of our arrangement, dear doctor. For the candidates, I shall pick some of our finest up and coming medical professionals for you to meet and you shall judge them worthy or unworthy of your teachings. As a subsidization for such a service, I can promise a few things. What immediately comes to mind is the procurement of the rare desert flora that we commonly use in our herbal remedies - ones that fight off fungal and bacterial infections like no other. But if there is another particular ingredient or possible item you require, simply name it.” He took another spoonful of hot soup and graciously sipped it. “As for Caesonia, since this has now become a proper triumvirate of sorts,” he suggested with a sly grin.

“You spoke of investing, no? What might some particular needs of this fine kingdom be? If antibacterial medicine between Varian and Caessonia is on your radar, perhaps there is some form of collaboration for us all to contribute towards? Or do you prefer the more one-on-one style of negotiation~?” With this, Farim’s more true nature of business began to glitter and shine. His voice carried a casual connotation yet the words he spoke were professional in intent. His offers were open-ended and rather pleasurable to the foreigners - something he hoped would help him win their favor, or perhaps even spill some crucial details. He fully intended to keep his promises to the two men, but it couldn’t hurt to learn a little extra information here and there.

“Perfect. I don’t think we will have much issues with the deal, practically speaking.” John replied to Wulfric, just as he noticed the food coming out. He promptly settled in with his own noodle soup before answering Farim. “Oh, you’re too kind, Farim. I do not really expect subsidies, not at least until we proceed with the onboarding process anyway. Like with Prince Wulfric, we like to offer on more…say…edge conditions, but in reality, it often goes a lot smoother.” It really seemed like the way he spoke, of a more cautious investigator and scientist seemed to rub it a bit weirdly on these gentlemen, who were more tradesmen than he was. “But herbal remedies are good subsidies nonetheless. You do not know how much we northsmen love those.”

As for the offer…

“I certainly don’t have a problem with the collaboration. At the end of the day, national pride is really a thing to be concerned of, as long as the public benefits from it.” He made his opinions clear. Especially as a Caesonian by blood and Varian by adversity, he saw that as both potential nuisance in the collaboration, as well as a non-starter as it should be.

Wulfric nodded to the doctor in affirmation. The food arrived, and he gave it a try as John and Farim conversed. The meat was fattier and of poorer quality than he was used to, making the soup unpleasantly thick. He supposed commoners considered this a hearty meal. However, the taste of the ingredients blended well enough together in the broth. Thankfully, the noodles weren’t overcooked either. Overall, he’d mark it as another odd meal, which was not at all up to par compared to his usual fare…but it was acceptable for what it was.

“Hm, for Alidasht, building upon our existing trade agreements would be my go-to. Of course, that isn’t only a matter of the demands and interests of my country, but of yours as well, Shahzade.” To start with, Wulfric offered a more generalistic answer, corners of mouth curling up in light amusement. Apparently, Farim was the type to do his utmost to become ‘someone who provided’, so that when one had a need to fulfill, he’d be the first in their minds. Not bad as far as strategies went.

“I wouldn’t mind a few of those samples you’ve offered to the doctor, either. Novelty items have their niche,” he added. “Though, if you are saying you wish to join that medical project, I would be receptive to your contributions. Do feel free to send in a proposal.” Preferably, it would be an agreement between the nations, rather than just Farim’s company pitching in. Though, depending what was on the table, even just that could be advantageous.

He gave a curious look to the doctor at his last words. “Oh?” he raised his brows. “Now that is a sentiment not many claim,” he commented. “I have no doubts we will have to deal with the matter of national pride, as you say. However, as long as rivalries do not take precedence, competition can be balanced out with cooperation,” he rolled a shoulder in an elegant shrug.

Farim continued nursing the scolding soup - its warmth slowly fading as the time passed. As he worked on the broth and finally began to hit the herbs and the pork, he noted an appreciation for some rather simple yet effective combinations. This was a meal meant to be cooked en masse to the public, and provide some slight bits of flavor all the same. A nod of approval from Farim noted he rather enjoyed the meal he was having as the two continued their rebuttals.

“Doctor John, it is the least I can do for such an arrangement. It is very customary for a ‘give-and-take’ as you say. But if you would simply prefer the presence of my best and brightest, then I shall indulge you in that very manner. You shall see some resumes come across your desk here soon, let me know if you find anyone worth the journey.” He took a few purposeful dips of his spoon into the broth, maintaining a modest pace after his initial sprint into the meal. He wanted to savor the pork of this dish in particular, his grin of satisfaction evident to the others as he enjoyed a few more bites.

Once he had a momentary pause in between his bites, he took note of Wulfric’s comments, and noted the rather tactful political view the young man held. It was only natural for someone to look at the bigger picture, even something as simple as a trade between the three individuals would necessitate the attention of many third parties. Doing such dealings outside the public eye would likely seem suspicious or contain bits of nepotism, so Farim agreed with the overall idea of acting as a member of Alidasht, not as a sole beneficiary.

“You make a good point, Prince Wulfric. I hope I do not seem too hasty. I assure you, my actions are in the interest of the Sultanate, the Royal Crown, and the Governing Council of Varian. I am simply gauging interest, forging arrangements, and getting whatever details make this particular back and forth of ours the best it can be!” He gave out a slight hum as he began to think over the details, his finger idly tracing what appeared to be numbers on the wood of the table. As strange as the motions looked, Farim was merely doing quick imaginary math to “run the numbers” as some would say, before looking to the two with a reassuring and confident smile. “In terms of what I can contribute, I shall throw in a care package of Alidasht local medicine for both Caesonia and Varian to study, either alone or together. A stack of resumes on the good doctor’s desk, and a proposal of varying contributions from the Sultanate on the young prince’s desk by the end of this week. Hopefully sooner, shall we drink on this arrangement or is there more to be discussed?”

“Not much from me. I look forward to seeing them then.” John replied. taking his enjoyment of the soup in a more reminiscent manner. Because unlike the two here, this was the soup of his childhood. His Caesonian days were not poor, but the uncostly meal always gave him a nice reason to come back, and naturally the taste had left its marks. Like the familiar summer wind, John savored both the familiar and the new that had moved on without his memory, letting the two exchange their words, as well as giving a think on if and what he should answer Wulfric’s last inquiry.

“Oh yeah, that’s just a personal thing I live by…” John looked up from his trip down memory lane. “I was born Caesonian after all.” He kept it as short as possible. He still remembered that it was Wulfric’s father that exiled him, but a part of him did not want that to affect his relationship with the man.

“The Sultanate, eh?” John tried changing the topic as he looked at Farim. “Admittedly, I’m not well-versed in Alidasht royalty, but you are related to the Grand Vizier, is that correct? Just a curious question.”

Layla did mention him as her cousin, and the Grand Vizier himself is a fairly enigmatic person from the outside point of view other than a rather polite front. For a royal though, John would not be surprised if he’s a cunning man in secret. It takes one to know one: niceness doesn't go very well in a royalty setting.

Wulfric gave a firm nod to Farim. “Appreciated,” he stated simply, yet genuinely. The man was eager, yes, but also quick on the uptake. Wulfric was glad to see he agreed that this shouldn’t be viewed merely as a deal between individuals. He lightly chuckled at a part of the Shahzade’s statement. “I am not usually called young by people younger than myself,” he commented, drily joking. “I shall be looking forward to your message, however, and you can expect a prompt response in return,” he wrapped up their talks.

He did have something else to discuss, but he was momentarily distracted by John’s comment. Wulfric gave him a thoughtful look. He had known the man’s original nationality, but didn’t expect him to bring it up in conversation. It was a sensitive topic. The doctor didn’t show overt resentment, but it was clear he’d rather not discuss this at length. “And now you are Varian,” the prince stated softly. His words were heavy with meaning as his gaze lingered on the doctor.

But then John changed the topic, and the moment was broken. That was likely for the best. Though, unknowingly to the doctor, he treaded straight into another delicate matter. “He is that man’s son,” Wulfric supplied neutrally, while raising a brow at Farim. From that morning meeting after the party, it was evident the two didn’t get along, to say the least. He would let the Shahzade reply as he would, of course, but he was also providing an ‘out’, as it were. Besides, it would be annoying if they finished their meeting before he addressed what he’d initially wished to.

“There was something else,” he spoke up after Farim gave the doctor whatever answer he so chose. “It was discovered that the one renting the warehouse where that party incident occurred is the Black Rose merchant company, which is owned by Marek Delronzo. If you have any dealings with them, whether past or future, I would suggest caution. And if you happen to unearth any information, do pass it along.”

He let the two think on his words, watching their reactions. He was curious if those names meant anything to them. Wulfric then turned to John. “That night, my siblings had a sample of their blood taken, since the queen was there to issue her permission for the procedure,” he relayed briefly.

“So far, our physicians have only discovered traces of alcohol in it. Requesting those reports on your side shouldn’t be an issue. If there is, feel free to notify me,” the prince told him seriously. “I hope your party and ours will be able to compare their findings. As for the samples, I am sure you understand that access to them is restricted.” Naturally, royalty and their health was a subject which warranted the highest caution.

Farim noticed the terse tone in Dr. John’s voice, and couldn’t help but curiously ponder why his nationality was such a hot topic between the two men here. But that train of thought quickly burnt out at the mention of his own bloodline. His face grew slightly dour and he let out a click of his tongue at the question. He did not mean to be rude to the Doctor, but it was almost instinct to Farim to despise being associated with that man. This only lasted for a moment, as he recalled the situation he was in and the decorum best suited for it. He turned his head to meet the sound of Wulfric’s voice, a slight nod confirming the man’s suspicion.

“You are correct. I am his first born son. But just because I am the Sultan’s nephew does not change my personal relationship with him - we are all family.” His smile returned as he addressed Wulfric’s comment. “I can call you whatever you please, Prince Wulfric. But my apologies if calling you young was unbecoming. Your demeanor and looks betray your age.” Farim calmly sipped from his bowl as he threw some flattery Wulfric’s way. But then the conversation turned to a more interesting matter. The party last night was still a mystery yet to be solved, and Wulfric provided some fairly important information right off the bat. Farim could not help but wonder what else the young wolf had discovered during his investigation.

“It is certainly refreshing to know I was not actually poisoned. I hardly assumed I was, for I would likely be dead or needing to resort to my increasingly relevant supply of antivenom. But it does beg the question, why the memory loss? Why host such an event?” Farim paused, the name of that particular company ringing a bell as he continued his train of thought. “I cannot say I would not be glad if the Black Rose is caught up in a scandal. They are quite the industry titan amongst trading empires. But to resort to something like drugging several powerful nobles. This Marek fellow would need to have quite the pair of -” Farim let out a quick cough. “Well, you know. If you would like extra hands in this investigation, I may also know a few people who can dig up some information. I refrain from immediately doing this out of respect for your country’s process, but if the culprit still eludes us, then I am happy to offer any aid I can.” Despite the Prince’s answer, Farim had half a mind to call some of his friends in low and high places to find out more about this Black Rose. For now, he had a name, a place, and a company that could be shadowing a much darker secret. All figurative thoughts for now, but his face showed no signs of scheming - only his pleasantly trademarked grin.

Amusement curled Wulfric’s lips at Farim’s answer. Being complimented on his looks was one thing, but to say that the way he acted exuded youthfulness struck him as humorous. He hummed thoughtfully as the Shahzade latched onto the given topic. “The current assumption is that it might be a fast-acting, unknown drug, one that is difficult to detect…” he trailed off. He wouldn’t mention the other possibility, namely magic. “I could only speculate on how your memories were affected.” That wasn’t strictly a lie.

“But as to why? The answer is clear enough. For one, it makes the situation more of an unknown. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if Delronzo has evidence of you in compromising positions and intends to use it for blackmail, for example.” Having finished the soup, he set an arm onto the table, and leaned his head onto a palm. Though his demeanor and manner of speaking were nonchalant, his gaze was steely, hiding a promise of retribution to the culprit. “For another, because none of the guests remember that night, my siblings are still left with the illusion that Marek,” he sneered, “is a friend.” A point he was obviously unhappy with.

He straightened in his seat with a huff, though his expression was now once again impartial. “I frankly do not see why he would do this now besides as a means of sabotage,” he concluded. He gave Farim a long stare at his next words. “Since theirs is an international company, you might as well start investigating their activities in your country,” he stated curtly. He was too territorial to easily allow outside interference with something this close to home.

“It’s pretty much the same on our side: the memory loss detail is still a headscratcher. I will send you a copy of the initial report from our Corp of Physicians, although it will just be purely medical.” John looked over at Wulfric, his countenance having seemingly moved onto the new topic. “For anything criminal-related, I would suggest asking Sir Matthias or Sir Verrick. We don’t have that kind of jurisdiction to do that work.”

It was that quirk that surprisingly allowed the Varian to be more effective with their investigations, as violators would likely not downplay them in fear of prosecution. However, it did make things slower than how it would for other nations, which was more rough for the, quite frankly, drama-obsessed public.

“I can’t say I know this guy Marek at all, and it is hard to predict motives at this point, considering most people have reasons to dislike the royals these days. As for the Black Rose, that’s not a bad idea either. If there are similar cases happening in our own nations that went under our radar, they can be important leads.” John added on some suggestions after Wulfric, with a more matter of fact tone, however. “They got to all our nobles so daringly. If they had done something similar before but on non-important targets, it might mean that they’ve grown confident. In that case, the discovery could be a breakthrough.”

In fact, the Varians may already have one, but they could not trust anyone else with the information just yet.

“I will nag them more on the Black Rose, if they haven’t already done their own.”

Farim listened intently to the two testimonies, and raised his hands up in a demonstration of passivity. “Fear not. My offer was merely that. An offer. It was not my intention to step over boundaries. As for my country - I am to await word on some potential activity along our coastline involving that particular company. There are rumors they are peddling illegal goods, and it will be a snowy day in the dunes before I let that kind of trade into my homeland.”

With his meal finished, and their meeting nearing its end, Farim rose up and clasped his hands together with a huff of air pushing through his nostrils. “This meeting has been very informative. I will make sure to follow up with you both in the coming days.” He gave Dr. John a modest bow with his arm crossing his chest. “Thank you for hearing my proposal, Good Doctor John.” Farim smiled before offering a similar bow to Wulfric.

”Please take care.” The doctor gave both men his greeting, overall satisfied, but stayed behind to finish his meal and tipped the owners generously.

“And same to you, Young Prince.” His smile turned into a more friendly smirk at the introduction of the word “young” once more. “If it does not trouble you I would ask you something else. We can chat by your horse so I will not delay you much longer.” With that, he rose up and gave a friendly wave to the pair before placing a small pouch of gold onto the table - more than enough for the three meals and then some. “Lunch shall be on me. Until our next meeting!” He spoke in a firm yet calm and friendly voice. He walked out towards where Wulfric had stabled his steed and waited patiently for the prince before going further.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Damien Estate
Time: Evening of the 23rd
Mentions: Duchess Victoria, Sadie @Potter, Drake, and Ariella @tpartywithzombi

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The Duke had moved on the tea party, quickly moving to calm down his “loving” wife - and after some back and forths, managed to convince her to leave with him so they may enjoy the rest of their morning without any further stress. As they arrived home she ordered for the Duke to “mind his own business for once” and strut off to her dressing room in a huff. With a sigh Gideon went to his study and began to piece together a fun little ensemble he had been crafting. He picked out the suit and tie and the mask he wanted to wear.

The outside itself seemed extra showy and wasn’t something he’d normally wear, but tonight would be a night of excitement! He was to be daring! The life of the party, perhaps! Well, maybe not that ambitious, Gideon. He chuckled to himself. He placed on his garments and ushered his wife Victoria to finish her preparations, followed by yet another short tirade along the lines of “It takes time to get this beautiful!” and “You can't rush perfection!”. So the Duke patiently waited until Victoria was ready, and guided her to their carriage where they would ride together to the Damien Estate.

Once he had arrived in the carriage, he immediately saw a familiar figure standing at the front gates of the property. The Duke quickly sauntered over with a smirk displayed as clear as the moonlight sky would allow, and held out a hand for his son Drake to shake. With the deepest voice he could mimic, he pretended to be yet another stranger amidst the masquerades guests. ”Well there, what is a strapping lad like yourself doing here by his lonesome? Surely you have plans to attend such a magnificent ball with company?”

Drake looked at the approaching figure and quickly made out the distinguishing features of his father. With a slight smile he humored the little game his father was playing, shaking his hand and responding in kind in a slightly husky voice. ”Well, good sir, I am not one to rush such a fine lady as the one and only Princess Camilia. However I shall join the festivities soon enough, milady seemed rather - distracted. So she may have other matters to attend to.” There was a slight melancholic look in his eyes, but the mask did well to hide his expression. He rebounded this feeling, however, with a chuckle. Drake then spoke in his normal voice. ”I appreciate your candor, Father. But it shall be fine. Have you seen Ari tonight?”

Gideon thought for a moment and his mouth dropped to a slight frown. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen her since the other night. ”No…but I am sure she is keeping well! Let us not worry ourselves too much.” There was a long pause as the man let his anxiety get the better of him. ”Oh but it can’t hurt to just check in on her right? Oh dear Sebastian!” The young servant who had delivered Drake’s love letter a few days ago came from the back of the coach wagon and gave a quick bow. “Yes sir?” He chimed. ”Please go look for Ariella. If you cannot find her by midnight, then find me and we shall do a more in-depth search. I do not wish for her to be…out and about.” His gaze looked around as he made sure no one heard him other than the present company. Sebastian gave a quick nod and went to the coach driver, leaning in to whisper the Duke’s instructions. Then the wagon began to take off with the Edwards now accounted for sans Ariella.

”I shall head inside with your mother. Do try to come in and have fun, my boy. You deserve it.” He said in a welcoming and gentle tone. The typical ‘politician’ voice that Drake had recognized. He knew that Gideon meant well, but there was something tacky about that tone. As if his own father was putting up a facade around him. Nonetheless, Drake nodded and gave a casual wave to the Duke and Duchess. ”Enjoy the night you two. Once we enter those doors, we do so as strangers, right?” He said with a wink barely visible through his mask, and then he returned to loitering by the gate entrance.

The Duke and Duchess approached the front doors and made their way amidst a fresh wave of guests. The music, atmosphere, smells, sounds, food, and the barrage of stimuli to their senses were truly magnificent. Gideon smiled at his wife, who also held a smile of her own. This was a slight shock to him, as she had been in a sour mood all day, but even she must keep up appearances in a place such as this. For now, it seemed things were going well. He turned to Victoria and provided her with a quandary. ”Well, my beloved, would you care to dance? Or perhaps we shall introduce our mysterious selves to the host of this masquerade?”

Avalia

Amisra,Tanithil, and Sirena

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Tanithil raced throughout the port town of Vanarosa, his gaze shooting to either side of the street for any oncoming threats or innocent people walking in his forward path. He stuck to the lesser traveled streets, as two dark elves sprinting in broad daylight would garner ample attention. He narrowly avoided several head-on collisions by sharply changing directions with what reserves of magic he had left. As he finally approached the docks, he skipped the long walk around and up the pier and simply conjured a thick mist underneath them both that carried them aboard the Saltrunner. Once on board, he ran below deck, sharply replying to the other crew members if they tried to stop him. ”Step in front of me and I kick ya square in the groin hard enough ya won’t walk right for a day!”

Needless to say no one impeded his descent into the lower decks. He knelt down, carefully placing his dear friend onto her particular cot. For the first time over several minutes, he finally had a moment to catch his breath. His heart pounded in his chest as his lungs desperately clung for what little oxygen it could between his rapid breaths. He ran his hands along her arms, her legs, her sides, her back, just about anywhere he could try and find any source of a broken bone or perhaps some form of internal bleeding. ” Sorry, Amisra. Not tryin’ ta feel you up but I gotta make sure the fucker didn’t break you…” He softly spoke. It seemed the impact left several marks, perhaps some bruises, but there was definitely a fracture or two beneath the surface he could not see. But the way she reacted as he poked and prodded would tell him all he needed to know. She was hurt, and it worried him deeply. He turned on his feet and ran around the corner to where they kept spare medical supplies and began to rummage for what he could.

Tiny and small sobs echoed around Sirena as she hid in the back recesses of the lower deck. The moving shadows of Tanithil carrying Amisra danced alone on the back walls as she peeked around a barrel she hid behind. Her eyes landed on the injured woman and a worried Tanithil but what captured her attention was the sobbing child who was beating and pounding on the woman's chest “Wake up Mimi…wake up…wake up!! The child cried as she fell onto the woman's chest sobbing.

Falling back into the shadows Sirena attempted to ignore the cries but as Tanithil left she couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. Suddenly the child stood up with a quick speed “ Help her!” the small child shouted at Sirena “ Help her! It’s your duty! You must help Mimi!” Her pleading and wailing broke Sirena’s heart. She had seen so many spirits in her life but this one was strong. The bond between the child and the woman was rare. Normally Sirena would ignore the call of them, drawing out their screams and sobs but this one was different.

Peeking around the barrel again she quickly scurried over to the woman's body as it lay unmoving. The vision of the child had dissipated as an overwhelming feeling of grief hit Sirena straight in her chest. She felt the breath leave her lungs as she struggled for air. Trying to work past it she quickly pulled some items from her bag that was slung around her hip, pulling out a couple vials and satchels. The first was a vile of a potent snake venom, known to numb the nerve system for extended periods of time allowing the body to rest pain-free. She opened the vile and placed the liquid to her lips making sure she ingested its contents. Once Sirena was certain the venom had enough time to kick in she began to do her work.

She quickly ripped open what she could on the woman's chest revealing her chest. Thankfully the woman had undergarments on which likely helped with any severe injuries to her torso thanks to the boning. Looking around she could see bruising along her ribs, a sure sign of a fractured bone. Pulling out large strips of cotton Sirena wrapped the woman's chest tightly in the bandages to help support the ribcage to allow it to heal faster. Moving quickly she then applied a herbal paste to the wound on her head, wrapping her head with some thick bandages as well.

Sirena checked over her body more, searching her arms, the back of her head, her stomach then down to her legs where she saw large amounts of bruising but no cuts. Thankfully the woman was in rough shape but with some rest and the tonics she provided for pain relief she would be just fine. Pulling out one last vile she held another liquid to her lips as it flowed into her mouth. It was blood that had been collected from a beast that had self-healing properties. Although other species would not self-heal, it was found to help quicken the procedure even just slightly, enough that the bruising would slow. Once done Sirena tossed a blanket over the woman to cover the exposed parts of her body. “ It’s okay small one…” Sirena whispered to the small child that lingered around the women. She felt the relief in her chest as the child settled beside the woman, her head resting on her chest as if to fall asleep.

Hearing footsteps Sirena scurried back into the corner she had found residence in, hiding behind some large dusty barrels. She peeked around ever so slightly to get a glimpse of who was approaching.

Amisra lay still on the cot, her consciousness drifting in a sea of darkness and fractured memories. Her body ached, every bruise and fracture sending waves of pain through her. It was as if her entire being was suspended in a void, a place where time had no meaning.

In this half-conscious state, Amisra found herself in a dream. She stood in a lush, vibrant forest, the air filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves. The sun filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor.

As she walked through this serene woodland, a soft voice called her name, a voice she hadn't heard in years. "Mimi," it whispered, like the wind through the leaves.

Turning towards the sound, she saw a figure approaching, a small child with hair as white as Amisra’s and bright, curious eyes. It was Lyrei, the baby sister she had lost so many years ago. Amisra's heart swelled with emotion as she ran towards her, tears of joy in her eyes.

The two sisters embraced, Amisra holding her in her arms and spinning them around, the warmth of their love washing over them like a gentle breeze. She could hardly believe that she was holding her sister again, that she could feel her presence, hear her laughter. They talked and laughed, sharing stories and secrets, as if they had never been apart.

But as the dream went on, shadows began to creep in at the edges of the forest. Amisra's sister turned to her, her eyes filled with sadness. "Mimi, you have to go," she said softly.

Tears welled in Amisra's eyes as she clutched her sister's hand. "I can't leave you again," she pleaded.

Her sister smiled sadly. "You have to, Mimi. You have a purpose, a destiny. You can't stay here with me. I’ll always be with you, even if you can’t see me."

Amisra's heart ached as she watched her sister slowly fade away, her form dissipating like mist in the morning sun. She reached out, trying to hold on to her, but her sister's touch slipped through her fingers.

And then, Amisra woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open. She was back in the dimly lit lower deck of the Saltrunner, her body aching and bruised, yet not aching as much as she anticipated she would. The memory of the dream lingered in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of the love and loss she had experienced in her life. In that moment, she could have sworn she saw a figure darting back into the shadows behind some barrels. Her mind was foggy, however, and she wasn’t sure what she was actually seeing. ”Tan, is that you?” She called out, her voice hoarse.

The sound of Amisra’s voice had called Tanithil’s attention as he rummaged through the ship’s medical closet for supplies. He wasn’t much of a nurse, but he found some bandages, gauze, some natural balms for pain, and a few other things to help ease Amisra out of her injuries. He turned on his heel and walked briskly into the room. ”Yeah it’s me, Amisra. I just gotta help…dress your wounds?” He paused and noticed that Amisra’s shirt had been ripped, exposing the undershirt she had beneath. It was for that split second that Tanithil felt a rage bubble in his gut. Shadows began to pull from around the lower deck of the ship as sharply-edged appendages crawled out of Tanithil’s back, gripping the wood of the ship with an eerie creaaaaaaak. The four “arms” instinctively surrounded them both, as if to shield them from some unseen third party. He whipped his head around. ”You must be ballsy or completely mental if you think messin’ with a woman while she’s out cold is the right move. So help me-” His words paused as he noticed just what state his friend was in.

Sirena felt her body push against the wood of the ship as the forces that built up around her caused a tremor in her belly. Her eyes darted around the cob-webbed corner as she felt her breath hitch in her throat from fear. The sounds of screeching and yelling echoed in her mind as she covered her ears tightly, her eyes squinting closed as she pushed tighter into the corner of the ship.

She was slightly undressed, yet had plenty of cotton strips to hold her ribcage together, which had shown signs of damage. Not to mention the gash on her head had a salve applied to it. The grotesque conjured limbs slowly receded back into Tanithil, his mind and heart now set a little more at ease knowing whoever it was that touched his friend, it was seemingly in good faith. He knelt down and quickly covered her up, his gaze shifting to meet hers while he spoke. ”You took a proper hit there, Amisra. You’re alright though, you’re back on the Saltrunna. I need to know where it hurts the most right now and if you need anythin’.”

As his limbs receded Sirena's body relaxed as her breathing steadied. With a timid crawl, she used her hands to pull herself slightly forward from behind the barrels. Her large round eyes observed the grateful man as he looked upon his friend. However, the small child looked at Sirena with tears in her eyes. They light up large as her tiny hands tucked into her chest and a smile grew on her face. The child leaned down, planting a gentle soft kiss on the woman's forehead as her body faded off into the shadows. “ she sleeps…” “She is sleeping now.” “ Not gone.” “Small child” the whispers echoed in her mind.

Amisra blinked in confusion as her gaze shifted from where she expected to see Tanithil to where he actually was. She then glanced back to where she could have sworn she'd seen a figure, eyes scanning the dim light for any sign of a person. Then that dim light became dimmer as his shadow arms surrounded them and she glanced around alarmed. He said he needed to dress her wounds, but as she looked down at herself it seemed that had already been done. So either Tanithil hit his head too and forgot he'd dressed them or there was a helpful stowaway on board.

“Tan, that's enough. I'm fine." She said, her voice raspy as she tried to get her friend to calm down and see sense.

Finally it seemed he came to his senses and she breathed a small sight of relief. “Thank you, Tanithil,” Amisra whispered, her voice weak but filled with gratitude. She winced as she shifted, pain lancing through her body. “I ache all over, but I think my ribs are the worst.” Her eyes shifted to the corner where she was sure she'd seen someone. “And thank you, too... whoever you are.” She managed a faint smile, appreciating the kindness she had been shown.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location:The edge of Lover's Lake
Time: Evening
Mentions: Munir @Infinite Cosmos, Anastasia @princess, Roman @ReusableSword, and Mina @Tae
Appearance: Casual Attire

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Farim had chosen to travel to his next destination on foot. It seemed to rather fit the occasion, and the brisk walk around the city limits would do him some good. His clothes were unassuming, and the way he carried himself suggested he was none other than some strange foreigner with a nice necklace dangling from his chest. He would let his hair flow, a rare sight that was becoming less so with the past few days, and his jewelry was left at home save for the aforementioned necklace. That was one thing he would never part with, no matter how silly it sounded. In his hands was a peculiar object, a bit of pottery that he had made some weeks ago. It was by no means a craftsmans piece, but it was rather well put together for someone with little experience working with clay. There was a fine pattern of lines etched along the center that some would immediately assume are the cascading waves along the ocean shore. Those who had a more keen eye, however, would note that it was in fact the rolling dunes of his country that Farim had drawn. This was what Farim would offer as a gift for the ceremony. The jar itself was about the size of a soccer ball, and was filled most of the way with a preserves made from berries grown back home in Alidasht.

Farim made his way into the campgrounds and began to hear the familiar voice of Roman. He stood rather tall amongst the people as he instructed on how the ceremonies worked. Farim stood in the back of the small crowd, a soft smile planted on his face as he took in the sites around him. He noted the words and advice of Roman while appreciating the dedication it took to prepare such ceremonies. Farim quite liked being submersed in other cultures, he found a great joy in learning the ways of those outside his usual circles, which is the very reason this getaway seemed so much more natural to him than a stuffy party filled with literal and fake masks. But all the same, Farim did not judge those who preferred one over the other - for there were many walks of life and many shoes for which to travel them.

After the instructions and words were said, Farim made his way to the bench of offerings, and took a long look at the many items placed. Finding a decent enough spot, he placed his jelly jar onto the bench and took a moment to look around. "Forgive my insistence, but I wish to say a few words to someone." He spoke to those immediately next to him. He spotted the direction he surmised to be where the capital of Alidasht would likely be, and made sure to face that way as he knelt onto the ground. His hands reached out above his head before his upper body slowly climbed up back to a kneeling position. His hands would come together at the palms, his eyes closed, as just barely above a whisper he began to sing in his native tongue.

Hymn of a Fallen Friend

My friend, my dearest friend
May your journey to the dunes
Finally be at an end

It was you who guided me
Who showed me the truth
And how to set myself free

You are gone to another place
Though you may have no voice
Everyday I still see your face

My best wishes to you, I send
May the Gods watch over you
My friend, my dearest friend

A well of emotions built within Farim, his face growing somber. As he finished his brief tune he stood up, and with an even softer voice that brimmed with melancholy, he spoke. "Thank you. He walked off to let the others provide their own form of offerings to their own form of gods. Farim was here to witness such proceedings, but he felt it proper to provide some of his own. He approached Roman for a quick interaction before the man would finish his own preparations. "I hope I did not disrespect the way you do things here. I heard you mention offering words and....well my heart felt it necessary to pay a good friend some needed words." His hand instinctively clutched onto the necklade he wore around his neck, and the same vulnerable sounding tones in Farim's voice seemed to imply something tragic, but it soon faded as Farim did his best to perk up around present company. "You have a lovely setup here, I can appreciate all the work you had put in to such a gathering, and just wanted to pay a simple greeting without taking too much of your time."

His voice still carried a hint of depression to it, but the mostly charismatic and positive demeanor he so eagerly sported around most folks had begun to shine once more. He did not want to take up too much of Roman's time, and once the man would say his piece, Farim would leave Roman to his affairs. Scanning the crowd, Farim would finally begin to put names he knew to faces he recognized, starting with his cousin Munir. Ah, jahim (Ah, hell). I hope he did not catch too much of me singing. If I hear one more time about my flat voice I will- Farim stopped himself. He figured Munir was just as much of a guest as he was here, and would face whatever shenanigans awaited him once they met. For now he continued looking, he spotted the one he believed to be called Mina also assisting Roman with the rituals, and made sure to imprint her appearance to memory in the brief moments he could spy her. There was one person he was certain he would see here, yet her face had not been spotted as of yet.

I wonder where Annie might be? This seems like just the kind of place for her to enjoy herself.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Drake

Attire: Mask, Jacket, and Pants/Shoes
Time: Morning -> Evening of the 23rd
Location: Tea Party -> Edwards Estate
Mentions: Ariella @tpartywithzombi, Sadie @Potter

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The tea party, as engaging as it was, proved to be slowly peetering out in terms of momentum and likeable guests. Despite Callum's enthusiastic attempts at livening the party, it seemed to only add a little chaos to the event. However, as Drake's father departed from their conversation, Drake observed a few of the guests leaving. A few then turned into a bunch, and it seemed like the mornings tea was unofficially over. He rose from his seat and offered a hand to the fair princess across from him.

"It would seem this morning's tea is concluded. Would you perhaps like a walk back to your estate or will your carriage take you?" He would patiently await her answer, and make sure she arrived safely. Before they would separate for the day, Drake would request Princess Sadie to meet with him in front of the Damien Estate before entering, so they may enter together as a proper 'duo' should she so please.

Then, with a bow and a soft smile, he would depart to his own lougings and plan for the upcoming evening. He donned the attire (listed above) and looked at himself in the mirror. Not many would know but Drake was quite fond of the classical pieces of music, and had decided to reflect this taste of his in the mask he wore. He would be lying to himself if he said he liked the idea of wearing a mask, which is also why his only covered half his face. So that he may still participate in the good fun yet still show off himself for who he is. This was simply his way, and he liked it. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts wandered to that of his sister. I wonder what Ari is up to tonight...Hopefully not catching mother's ever-watchful eye. He contemplated. He hadn't seen her since the events of last night, and he hoped that his father could hopefully stem the wrathful tide of Victoria's overbearing standards. Knowing them, his parents would likely be forcing Ariella to the very party he was about to attend. He decided he would keep an eye out for if he would spot and made his way to the carriage parked outside.

After a short journey, Drake arrived at the Damien estate, and already there was a flow of excited party-goers in tow towards the front gates. He breathed in slowly and stepped out into the crisp evening air, taking a spot just outside the front gate outlining the property and began patiently waiting for his date to arrive.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Late Morning
Mentions: Layla @Potter, Roman @ReusableSword, Dr. John @Conscripts

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Farim took after his cousin as she stormed off the scene, her words likely still recoiling in the minds of his newly made friends. But the thing about these people is they would not simply lay down and take such tongue-lashings and forget about it the following day. There were reputations to be made, relationships to be built, and people to meet. His dear cousin was throwing every chance of any meaningful interaction away and for what? Pride? Social standing? Principle? He had to get to her and try to see if he could steer the more radical ones of his family to a more diplomatic approach. If he couldn't change their hearts, what hope would he have to change the hearts of his people, should he very well become Sultan or perhaps even the Grand Vizier?

Before he could go off on another internal tangent about his future he came face to face with Layla. She wore an expression that let him know she was sharing similar thoughts about the arrival of this Calbert Damien. "The man is peculiar and has a bit of a.....reminder of home to him." He chived to her. He paused for a moment, then let out a sigh as he looked at her with a drooped posture. "I think it is high time we talked about our situation here. We already had 2 of your siblings have to go back home, I do not wish to see you share the same fate. Think about why it is you are here, and what it is you really want. Tonight we shall speak, if only briefly, so we can both figure out if I am to help you or leave you to your chaotic and spicy endeavors.” He gave a nod, and with a rare melancholy look, turned and left her to think on his words.

He spoke to her not out of anger or frustration. If anything it was in confusion and desperation, it felt like all his life his family had drifted slowly away from him, and with this new plan to come and see each other and find new beginnings in Caessonia, he felt it would be a new beginning for all of them. Yet, as the days pushed on, it only seemed to widen the gap between one another. Would he need to bridge the gap between them or would this just be another reason that he would need to keep his distance? It all began to be too much for him, but he kept his composure all the same while seeing just what his cousin really wanted.

With that, Farim left to reflect and think on just what their conversation meant. It was tough, having his family act in such ways. He knew they all had pride and egos, much like he did, but it was a spectacle to see them act out in such ways even when the sake of their people and country could very well be affected. His feet dragged slightly in the sand, his gaze lowering as he lost himself in his inner thoughts. But as he re-approached the scattered individuals at their previous spot, he could not help but overhear something that caught his attention. A price hike? Over a social dispute? It took everything in him to not sigh at the thought, but Roman raised a good point. The rabble had to be quelled somehow.

He sauntered over to the small group and made himself apparent, straightening his posture and resuming his more carefree and personable smile. ”My friend, I do not find such measures necessary, or effective if I may give my input.” He pivoted on his foot and stood to Roman’s side, the difference between their sizes catching him for just a moment before continuing. ”You see, Layla operates a little outside the public eye. Your ‘tax’ as we may call it, will only harbor ill-will with many who are innocent to the events that transpired. A rise in cost, means less projects procured overall, meaning you earn less profits, and we come out short on supplies and well-worked items. Less supplies means caravans aren’t as well guarded from thieves and crooks who like to steal all our hard work. Overall, this is what we call in the business, a net negative. No one wins. Except the robbers I guess.” He took a pause, letting the information sink in for a moment and casting a curious look to see who may be watching.

”If I may offer an alternative, trust in me to...resolve things and temper the tide of my family and I shall make sure you get a favorable cut of the mining shipment that goes out next season. If anything, consider it an apology on my end for how things have become lately. I do not choose your business policies but, I can assure you any tax you levy will either be sorely ignored or cause a cut in trade that neither of us would like to see. I shall handle the spicy Shehzadi, dear noble blacksmith. I promise.” He stuck his hand out, giving Roman ample time to decide to shake and respond to what Farim proposed as well as allow anyone else to give their thoughts.

Once their exchange finished, he would then give a slight bow to them. ”I would like to continue to mingle but the appearance of that Dr. John individual has my interest piqued. I believe I was looking to share a word with him during my time here in Caessonia so I shall seize the opportunity. But Roman!” He paused and put a hand on the man’s shoulder as he began to walk past. ”I heard there is a festival you are holding tonight, I would be much interested if I am still invited. I hope I did not offend with my proposition.” With that he walked from the group and approached the good doctor.

”Dr. John was it? My name is Farim. It is a pleasure to meet you. This may be our first meeting but I have happened to hear a few words about you and your practice. It is an interesting one, and I was looking to potentially pick your brain as they say. Mainly for a bit of knowledge in the medical field which I am sorely lacking, and maybe even for a potential business opportunity? I rarely get a chance to meet someone from the Far North, and I like to make friends there when I can.” His approach was direct, friendly, and he did his best to make a great first impression for Dr. John.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Drake

Attire: Coat/Shirt, Pants, and Shoes
Time: Morning of 23rd
Location: Castle Gardens
Mentions: Sadie @Potter

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"Oh how lovely! You both are simply getting along fantastically!" Duke Gideon rejoiced in the success of his son, and was relieved that at least one of the Edwards was enjoying themselves this fine morning. With a cursory glance he could see the veins practically popping out of his wife's head from afar as she interacted with Prince Callum. The sight of him barefoot and enjoying some pastries alongside the Duchess made Gideon shudder to think how this would all repricate back at the homestead. That girl is truly her mother's worst nightmare... He thought to himself, knowing only one person in all of Sorian who simply loved to get in touch with the earth and walk in her bare shoes in such a way.

His attention turned back to the pair for the time being, wanting to properly close off any interaction before running to soothe his dear wife as best he could. "I thank you for your kind words Princess. It seems the tales of your cheery attitude and the way your carry yourself are mere shells compared to the actual person. And as for my son..." The man paused before patting on Drake's shoulder. "The boy has done plenty on his own to earn his keep. Many nights he kept to his studies and stayed out of trouble. Some would say he was stuck up, I simply say dedicated." Drake, at this point, could barely hold in the embarassment of having his father and the Princess he adored chatting in such casual cadence. It was enough to make him cringe entirely, but Drake settled for a mildly anxious smile at his father. After a slow inhale, Gideon nodded and straightened his posture, giving a formal bow to Sadie. "It was so grand to meet you, Princess Camilia. I am afraid I have other matters to attend but I shall look forward to seeing you more often! Perhaps a family dinner by week's end? I think you would rather enjoy the Edwards Estate."

Drake stood up and gave his father a gentle, but firm, pat on his back with a slightly forced smile that curled into a more professional "smile". "And I agree that it was certainly lovely having you here, Father. Perhaps such plans can be discussed at a later time?" Drake leaned in for a slight whisper. "I think I can see Mother foaming at the mouth..." Gideon turned around and began to worry that if he did not intervene his wife may end up causing a scene. But his heart sank when he saw her conversing with the King himself. Lords have mercy on me... He finished his bow and looked to the both of them. "Farewell! May the day be blessed with good fortune." He gave a brief farewell before hustling off into the distance, stopping a waiter for Victoria's favorite tea and an extra pastry to help calm her nerves.

Drake let out a sigh and looked with an embarassed smirk towards the princess. ...Sorry he is a rather social creature. He had noticed a few nervous ticks coming from her, and although his father did not put out an overbearing presence, sometimes all it took as some fancy name to show up for any and all nerves to begin firing off left and right. He walked to Sadie's side of the table and held out a hand for her. "If it isn't too much trouble, perhaps we could get some...fresher air? A walk could do us both some good to remove ourselves from this increasingly stuffy event. But if you'd like to stay, I would not mind that either." He did not wish to coddle her all day but he would certainly milk the time he had with her. He felt that maybe getting her out of this party might help ease any anxiety she may be feeling. Drake could barely discern her actual inner thoughts, but he figured she would share anything if it became too much.