Kevin
Danico Felrantres
Castle Grunewald, Taemar

Danico chuckled a little at the Wisdom and her mention of ignorance in the matter- as if she was some student failing a test. She had already mentioned not having wholly invested her time into the study of alchemy- she was a religious person after all, that required it's own set of rigorous study. "Nonsense." He dismisses with a wave of his hand, "Ignorance merely means you've more yet to learn." 

Danico listened along as the bard played his song. It ended up being a beautiful song that Danico had the upmost most respect for. As a man who has built himself and his livelihood on his talent and learned skills alone, he could respect amount of time and effort that goes into practicing, and even potentially writing, such a beautiful song. Though he did not know the context behind the peice, it still resonated an air of skill gained over many nights. With the room going quiet, the king of the evening declares his thoughts on the performance. Though maybe not directly, his mention of, and apparent willingness to, string up the poor bard for his performance was enough, anyone could see that. 

Although Danico rarely cared enough about such petty things- people come and go and people die as others are born, death is a natural part of reality's continuing cycle- he strangely felt the need to add to this man's continuation. Mayhaps it was the song, perhaps it was the identified skill involved. Either way, he made his vote heard; "Nay" He called as others did, returning to crossed arms.
Katherine
**Anyanka Durkhan
Castle Grunewald, Taemar**

Every minute that passed somehow made this night worse. She looked to Jax, who had gone quiet in his seat, and then past Charity to Heath. He looked just as exhausted by the exchange, so she moved to stand, and made her way over to the back of his chair. She leaned down, taking the space between Elle and Heath as she looked to the Queen Black. 

"Elle, darling, do you mind to keep an eye on Mikhail for a moment, I need a word with Heath in private in regards to.." She trailed off, her eyes flicking upwards towards the other end of the table where Gregor was still abusing the poor bard with the idea of being the next poor bastard hung from the ceiling. Instead of finishing, she just returned her gaze to Heath. "Well really I just need a moment away from the chaos."
Robert
King Gregor Grunewald
Castle Grunewald, Taemar


King Gregor Grunewald's expression soured. He needed not to tally the votes. It was obvious that the spineless bores did not want to see the musician hang.

"...," Said Prince Auburn to the bard, staring back at him with his warm eyes. 

"He doesn't speak," Princess Wilhelmina piped up. Droplets of blood graced her chin, courtesy of her lips, which she had been picking incessantly throughout dinner.

"I suppose I cannot argue the outcome of my vote. Pity, it would have been great fun," King Gregor lamented, picking Kallophon up off the table and placing him on the ground. "They liked your performance. Do come back tomorrow and perform for us once more at the council, under no duress, of course," He said. He made a quick mental note *Never* Pose another vote among the Marin royals, as they had no idea how to make a party worthwhile. A quivering figure in the corner caught his eye.

Kenmath shook uncontrollably, sweat pouring down his face. He looked as though he was on the brink of death. King Gregor knit his brows together in concern. It was not unusual for the castle servant to act *Unusual*, but for him to have a fit in front of their guest was downright inappropriate. "I forgot to make dessert...," The servant rasped, knees buckling, "*I FORGOT TO MAKE DESSERT!*" He screamed. Gnarled nails found their ways to his eyes. 

King Gregor blinked. "Well, I suppose that's that, then. Finish your food at your leisure and then get the hell out. I'll see you all tomorrow for your council," Gregor said gruffly. He stood and swiped goblet up, lumbering out of the hall. The door slammed shut; the king had retired for the night.

Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Grunewald, Taemar

Heath waited until Gregor was gone before laughing into his wine. "I am so *Fucking* Grateful that you dragged me here," He said to Elle. Elle pursed her lips and raised her eyes to the flower garlands above. 

"It seems our vote put him off his tea," Elle said with a slight shake of her head. The two glanced over their shoulders when the familiar, feminine voice addressed them from behind. "Anya, hello. You look lovely this evening," Elle said pleasantly, rising from her seat to peck the duchess on the cheek. The queen smelled of the roses and gardenias of the North Shore, mingled with her brother's scent of tobacco and cedar. 

A few of the men began throwing out the name of the tavern down the road, *The Burnt Thistle*, while others lingered to finish their meals before retiring to camp. 

"I never knew you to be one to shy away from chaos," Heath said with a grin. He pushed back his chair and stood, as well. "Did you want to stay here and speak?" He asked, lifting a brow, "Or outside of this godsforsaken tower?"
Katherine
Anyanka Durkhan
Grunewald Castle, Taemar

Anya straightened as Elle stood, allowing her the room to do so and returning the peck with one of her own on the opposite cheek. She had always been under the impression the Romanov woman didn't care for her, so it was always refreshing to be greeted warmly. "You as well, I'm glad the front row seat to the bloodbath didn't ruin your gown, it's divine." She was speaking genuinely, and returned her attention to Heath when he stood. 

"Taemarian chaos is out of my depth it seems," She gave a small smile and looked to Mikhail. "Will you be alright for a while if we step out?"

Mikhail nodded, indicating to the side tables. "There are enough of ours here to keep me company, I'm sure. " He agreed, taking another sip from his glass. Anya didn't know how she get about it, but she wasn't going to stop him either considering he was almost grown. 

She nodded, directing her next comment to Heath. "Let's get out of this tower. I want a lungful of air that hasn't been panted out of Gregor's mouth."
John
**King Dennon Bigsby, Queen Lucrezia Scheer, and Kirk Pinewood
Post Feast, Taemar**

Once Gregor had left for the night, the Ibethiel group gathered as other people began to stand and move on to other things. "The dinner was rather quiet for me," Lucrezia began before lowering the volume of her voice. "The duchess was asleep for the first part of it, and the islander woman took forever to take her seat. Neither of them spoke to me."

"Do you think at the next dinner-"

"I don't think there will be a next dinner," Lucrezia cut Kirk off.

"Still, at whatever next event has place cards, I noticed some people had advisor in front of their names, do you think it would be possible for them to add one for me?" He asked.

"Kirk, you're here because you were in the castle when the plague broke out, and my husband didn't want to leave you behind when we left. You're lucky they even knew your name at all to put it on a card. You are *Not* My advisor. You're an antiquities dealer," Lucrezia said harshly.

"The Royal Antiquities Dealer." Dennon added, giving Kirk a pity fist bump.

"Perhaps I could make a request if you learned anything useful at your table tonight." She offered a sliver of hope.

"Well, no one spoke to me either. However, that did leave me open to listening. Eric Stafford asked Advisor Zane to trade seats so that he could sit across from his wife, Angelica, but Zane declined, and Eric went back to his seat, upset. I'm glad he didn't ask me to switch. I wouldn't want to see what Gregor would do to someone who messed up the seating chart."

"Thank you, Kirk. I suppose it's helpful to know that the man currently running our neighbor, South Feyshore, gets upset easily." Lucrezia commented. "How about you, Dennon?"

"The little girl in pink whispered something to me. I'm not even sure if Whylder ever sat down."

"A productive night, then," Said the queen sarcastically. "Let's get some rest. Hopefully, the bed will be clean," She said naively.