<div align="center"><strong>Sanguine LeChance</strong></div><br/>“I’m not sure yet.” San stated flatly, feeling the waxy exterior of the berries from within the cloth. “But I’m determined to find out.”<br/><br/>Sanguine folded his cravat around the small bundle and tucked them into a pocket in his jacket. He led Eyes back onto the grass, completely oblivious to the grass stains he’d covered the back of his suit in. He bent his elbow in the last direction he’d heard Juli’s voice.<br/><br/>“Shall we? It must be nearly time for our entrees by now. I hope you’re feeling at least a little better.” San said as pleasantly as he could, waiting to see if the Princess would take his arm.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>King Archibald Aserit</strong></div><br/>King Archi refrained from licking the interior of his bowl clean, though he was honestly tempted. He looked up from his empty bowl, still wearing a few streaks of yellow in his beard, and saw his youngest daughter returning from the hallway. Lenally looked flushed and her dress was more than a little disheveled. At first glance he was worried that she’d run off to go play in mud or something.<br/><br/>“Lenally! Where on Earth have you been?” The King demanded loudly. “Henrik, you were supposed to be keeping an eye on her.”<br/><br/>King Archibald drained the last of his brandy, summoning his daughter over to his table with his chorus of rings finding the light, each in their turn.