<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 noticed the miniscule rise in Bren's demeanor and took it as a small victory. He smiled afterwards and took his seat at the head of the table to await for his wife and their other guests before answering Bren.<span style="color: #FF4000">"That, I believe, is a question better directed at Aurion."</span>He said to him. He was sure his archmage had more pressing matters than to watch the king and his general spar in the courtyard like they used to when they were young, but perhaps he would fancy sticking around.<br/><br/>Allistair's face was readable easily unless he put forth effort into making sure he seemed neutral. So when he started to go over the to-do list for the day in his head, his thoughtful stare seemed to bore through the wall at the opposite end of the dining hall before he looked to Aurion who'd been up much earlier than the rest of them since he'd never slept.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Aurion, would you happen to know if Harold and Earl will be joining us for breakfast this morning?" </span>He asked him. He usually knew the happenings with nearly everyone in the castle, though how he had no idea.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110586">@WildSpawn</a>@stardust<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 could see the shock written on the young man's face, but he didn't comment on it instead taking the time while he was speaking to him to cut his own slice of bread and place a piece of the meat that Earl had smoked atop it for some flavor and protein. He took a bite chewing thoroughly before swallowing and staring down at his hands but mainly at his wedding band. He didn't take another bite yet.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Yes...I have been."</span>He answered him simply.<br/><br/>He looked back up and decided to confide in his young apprentice and son.<span style="color: #00FF00">"I find that when I worry or there is trouble afoot I think of her quite often." </span>He gave a weak sort of smile. Harold was put together in a lot of ways. He was very educated, calculated, and smart. He was also warm, loving, and inviting. But there were also a lot of ways that the man seemed different since Millie died. He seemed broken in some ways.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">"I expect Allistair will have some work for us after he eats his breakfast."</span>He said to him as he took another bite of his food.<span style="color: #00FF00"> "But I can't imagine him feasting on any finer breakfast than the one you've prepared for me." </span>He said to him as he smiled and patted the boy's leg.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>