<span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">King Allistair</span></span></div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Allistair grinned at the answer he received about his and Bren's duel later from Aurion. Aurion always did seem to enjoy watching the two spar. Even if he couldn't pinpoint why.<span style="color: #FF4000">"An audience might do us some good eh Bren?" </span>He asked him just as his wife had joined the party.<br/><br/>He didn't know why he always seemed so hostile towards his wife. As a matter on it he'd given up trying to figure it out. He just assumed it was something with the djinni and women. He honestly hadn't found the man's words all that stinging, so he ignored it and instead come to accept it as his attitude on a normal basis. He then thought over what Aurion said while he sat there before answering him, but directing it towards his wife.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Darling I am afraid I am going to have to agree. He does arise a good point, and he's not my master strategist for nothing." </span>He said with a smile.<span style="color: #FF4000"> "I do thank you for the concern though my dear." </span>He said giving the top of her hand a light kiss.<br/><br/>He then looked over to Bren who'd been absent minded most of the conversation and spoke not wanting him to be excluded.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Hungry? I hear they're making fresh bacon this morning."</span>He tempted the man trying to spark a conversation and ease his mind from its worry.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Our breakfast should be along soon I hope." </span>He said to the both of them.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Though as much as I hate to bother the duo, I think it would be best to pull some documents on the nearby kingdoms. What do you two think?"</span>He asked Aurion and Bren.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111252">@Kiddo</a><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110586">@WildSpawn</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold had sorted through the things in his sight within seconds and the place was already looking more tidy. He then looked to his son and crossed his arms over his chest as he often did when standing idly.<span style="color: #00FF00">"I can't be sure. If anyone has, then it would be Aurion. He is more in tune with magic than I am. There is a reason he is archmage. We should ask him about it later when he's alone. Perhaps catch him after breakfast? Or around noon when he is in his office?" </span>Harold suggested.<br/><br/>Thinking about when they could catch them all together to talk to them about it, Harold spoke again.<span style="color: #00FF00">"I agree. It needs brought to their attention. I think the only time we may be able to catch them all together may be now however and now is breakfast time...Perhaps just after breakfast then? Unless you think you can hold more food?"</span>He teased him. He didn't wish to interrupt Allistair's meal especially if it would be for some matter such as that. And it would be rude to sit there and not eat.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>