David
Self-Named Sea King, Lord David Brass 
The Maith Mansion

The sudden sound of laughter caught The Sea King off his guard, his stern stance shaken at that moment, David seemed to look more relaxed by the tension fading, as the laughter began to arise around his person. The Ruler of The Horn Hills looked around at the crowd, his grey eyes slightly narrowed once they met Reginald's for a moment, taking note of The Diplomat's silence. David snorted quietly as he turned back to listen to The Pirate King continued to speak his words *He thinks he knows the sea's bounty, a laughable idea, no southerner knows the true sea. They have only been blessed with the warm side of Dokva, I shall entertain him, my reasons for being here are not to-*.
David's kind thoughts would have been cut off by sudden drumming, David kept his grey eyes locked to Bradai's dull grey eyes throughout the drumming. Once the drumming had faded he had not noticed the many colours of the nightfire, Black Haired Brass's eyes still locked onto The Copper Red Haired Ruler, the southern tricks gave him no interest. He remained watchful then lowered his gaze slightly as The Southern Sea Traveller started to speak once again.

The Sea King openly laughed as he watched the cigar bounce off the rounder Skaggerly sister that was offered to The Pirate King, the cigar bounced off the women like a fish bouncing around looking for water when caught. The sight entertained David greatly, his laughter started to quieten as he placed his hand over his beard mouth, as he rubbed his upper lip as he watched the Vivayn Knights be dismissed, led by Muffy and Big Tits out of the garden.*He thinks not much of the Skaggerly gifts and I couldn't blame him, I'd need three shipfulls of drink in my stomach, to even bed one of those Skaggerly whores.*

The dimness of the room surrounded David, his brass attire shined even brighter with the room's sudden loss of light. The Sea Kin glanced at Reginald once again for a moment, then walked towards Bradai. David's steps still carried great confidence to them, walking with purpose as he made his way over, he took a flagon filled with rum, which had been offered to him by Bradai. David offered a quick and small smile back as he took it, The Sea King loudly pulled a chair out for himself and sat upon it, placing himself near to The Pirate King. 
David took a quick sniff of the flagon, his nose wrinkled at the smell. "You have nothing more bitter?" The Brass asked quite abruptly "This smells too sweet for my tongue". The Head Of House Brass leaned back in his chair and placed the falgon back down on the table. "Not forthcoming, you are too kind to my older Brother, he allowed our family to fall into mockery, no wonder you know nothing about my lands, The Horn Hills" He moved his hands towards his beard and stroked it as he continued "Daimen is a lesser man with few talents, he's grown though under my guidance, as has the land". The Gray Eyed Squid smirked then his smirk quickly faded at the mention of Marshall Carter.

The silence in those seconds felt much longer to The Young Ruler of The Horn Hills, the confidence would have then returned to his face like the tide returning to the shores."Your friends are your own but they are not all mine. I arrived with those I arrived with, nothing more". His voice carried some of the cold all the way from the north itself in those final words.

David sighed through his nose and tapped the table slightly with his fingers as he thought to himself, *His views are clouded, This southern ruler knows not of what House Carter truly is, their ego and way of casting my family aside throughout many years, Damien is weak. A disappointment, that name was earned but he is a Brass. Our house suffered under House Carter. After all, my blood has done for them and the north, Damien failed yes, and yet he wasn't offer any aid, neither was The Horn Hills, more importantly, Dokva yes, yes I know, such feelings are not for this evening, none the less they appear, the night will be long enough, I best think less on the matter and learn what I can about this not pirate, Pirate King.* "A drink will ease me, make me less cold eh" David smiled slightly "Or a good whore for the night and day after" He offered a quick chuckle towards Bradai as he attempted to lighten the mood once again.

His eyes opened at the sight of the lighting bugs, The Horn Hills held its fair share of strange and wonderful creatures, they held none such as this, his amazement would have been short-lived by the sudden cry of the birds of the waddling bird. A slight frown appeared across The Sea King's face, it wouldn't have been hard for any to notice that the loud squawking. Caused little enjoyment for David. The display ultimately confused David, as he looked to the stage, The Basterds Bane narrowed his eyes. *What is this, a public punishment display?* He questioned in his head until the Moon Serpent started to speak, telling the tale of which was going to be retold to them that evening.
*Disappointing, it's just one of those southern performances, like a book but with real folk instead of words, unless there is something worth looking at or a real death, this will be as interesting as watching the ship's deck dry.*

The Brass remained seated in his chair as he watched the performance, somewhat with interest. He chuckled quietly once the performer that played Felix arrived with the whores on each of his arms. "Ha Felix wouldn't know how to treat southern or northern women'' he shook his head, "Fucked for his name alone not his cock", he smirked clearly filled with pride at his own words. The Brass chuckled a bit more at the performance as it had continued onward. "Ha, not my kind," He said through a soft chuckle, David rubbed his brow from the southern heat as he looked at Reginald, *I do not think pale face will enjoy this as much as I do or even at all, it's a mockery of the North nothing more, I'd say, allow the South it's laughter, they are nothing, just outsiders. The one who speaks as Lord Nathaniel, seems the most into this, display of tales, The rest speak well enough nothing, I will speak of after this living book comes to a close.*

David rubbed his bearded chin allowing his fingers to travel through the black hairs of his beard. As the play concludes, visions of both Carter's deaths flashed across The Gray Eyed Squid's mind , not even listening or matching what would have been happening on the stage at that moment. The words being spoken were lost to him, The Brass just allowed himself to enjoy his thoughts of the Carter's suffering. *Such justice would be an entertaining end. I do find it somewhat funny that even the South would rather have House Vivayn gain the victory than House Carter. Unless they think it is easier to mock the Snow Crows, that might be it, perhaps that is the reason or worse the joke about House Vivayn being able to win the war itself?* David allowed himself to swim in his questions as the play finished, and heard clapping hands and cheers around him so David clapped his hands firmly at the performers. The Brass's grey eyes still shined even in the dimmed room as he slowly stopped his clapping and looked towards Bradai."You think your friend would find this entertaining?" He offered a smirk to the Pirate King as the Sea King allowed his question to sink in, like a ship sinking into the depths.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
The Ball, Maith Mansion

The two of them continued chatting politely while watching the play and the party swirling all around them. Cat was enjoying watching it all unfold, happily indulging in the alcohol that flowed like water here. She was so tempted to abandon Alva in favor of dancing, yet something about the young woman bothered her. She seemed slightly distracted and bothered, and it was more than just disliking loud music and crowds.

After a lull in conversation, Cat paused before saying hesitantly, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... Is there something wrong? It seems as if you're seeking something."
Felicia
```Cyprien de Lysse
The Maith Mansion```

The arrival of Samsom Dumagne did not go unnoticed.

"Son," He told Bastien. "The scions of Dumagne are here. I must greet our liege, you stay with Ser Samsom."

He then turned towards Fleur. "And you daughter, keep and eye on your brother."
He knew it wasn't necessary. Bastien and Samsom were old friends.

Cyprien left the table and searched the crowd for Peraz's distinctive silhoutte.
He found her not too far away, sitting next to her brother and away from the Pirate King's table. As always, she looked dignified.
The same could not be said for the Archon of Falsa, whom Cyprien found in the embrace of some vulgar wrench he could only describe as a Terreme noblewoman's parody.
The scene reminded him of the islander's play. Cyprien had not enjoyed it. Such crass humour was beneath him.

Lutur was oblivious to his vassal's presence. The woman was hoarding all his attention. Unwilling to wait, Cyprien seized the hand of his liege and kneeled to kiss the golden scallops of his signet ring.

"My lord archon," He said, as he had done with Baldarian so many times before.

```Cyprien de Lysse
The Maith Mansion```

Cyprien didn't know much about Lutur. He had only met his new liege once in the past, in the ceremony following the late Lord Dumagne's passing. Now that he could finally speak to him without all the ceremony, the young Lord of Falsa was proving out to be... A far cry from what his father Baldarian was.
Jean's mocking voice echoed in his head. _"The Dumagne are nothing father. Little more than a shadow of their former selves."_

_That is not up to to me to decide_, he told himself. _My duty is towards my liege, whoever he may be._

"My apologies sire," He told Lutur. "I am hailing you now."
Phyllis
Alva Ivanova
The Ball, Maith Mansion

Alva paused to think for a moment and studied Catarina. She certainly had been drinking her fair share of alcohol and didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. Maybe it would be nice to really talk to someone. This woman had been nothing but kind to her all night and something about her just seemed trustworthy. Maybe it was her seemingly genuine concern, or her pleasant demeanor...

Or maybe it was just because she was drunk. Regardless, Alva figured Catarina would just forget about the conversation by the next day anyway. She set down her empty wine glass and sighed. 

"I'm not seeking anything. I just... Don't feel well at parties, really. A little ill to be honest." She glanced at her empty glass and chuckled. "Maybe I just need some more alcohol."