Another day, Another madness (Open)

[attr="class","textieno"]The very council member that gave her the creeps, was no one else then Marquis Frederick Dumas. A man whose presence, was more then often a negative downer on any good atmosphere. He didn't even had to say anything to just ruin the general mood in a room, no just his stare, the way he stood. Was already more then enough to give away what kind of person he was. It was the perfect mixture of cliches on how a bad aristocrat could be portrayed, arrogant, vane, prideful, elitist and off course the good old fashioned racist. Yup, everything that made an Aristocrat being put in a bad light, Frederick seemed to represent it. With his prejudice against other races and lower classes above all off. And be that as it may, that very person actually entered the bakery.[break][break]

Instantly Frederick recognized Rekka, not that as a council member he could miss her though. After all the woman was known to do some delicate work for the council members so every now and then. Most of which were private matters to each member itself. But even if you weren't a member of the council, and thus didn't worked together with her. She was hard to miss, after all you didn't saw that kind of allure and attire often. Not even in the upper echelon. But if that wouldn't catch your attention, then surely her personality would. Her entire way she acted around others, could be considered far more adult then she appeared to be.
Off course Frederick who was naturally suspicious of almost anyone, especially other people he worked with at the council. Always had an off feeling about her and the way she acted around the court hall. He didn't know what it was, since he couldn't pinpoint it exactly. But there was something, and he was sure of it. Off course Frederick would let his obvious suspicion shimmer through to her more then often. Enough so, that he'd probably made her uncomfortable.[break][break]


'My, my, if it isn't miss Lawless' he said with the clear presence of despise in his tone. 'I should have known that a girl of your standards would stuff herself with sweets during the evening'[break][break]


With Frederick were two more men, both clad in a light armor that was mostly colored in a black dye. Except their white insignia that resembled the figure of a serpent. Because these two didn't seemed to wear any helmets, it was obviously clear that they were grinning at the casual insult Frederick had thrown at the young woman. They were off course Frederick's own private army. A hired mercenary group to do his dirty work, much so to the dissatisfaction of the towns guard. Since these men seemed to enjoy getting away with their often distasteful behavior under the protection of the Marquis.[break][break]

'Either way, why don't you take your little snacks outside. So that I can actually talk business with the owner'[break][break]

As he said that, Frederick glanced over to the girl behind the counter. Who was sitting in some sort of chair it seems. Normally Frederick would instantly assume she was the lazy type, an inconsiderate swine. To lazy to actually stand up and show some respect to him and his status. But even he has heard about the success of this little shop, and the woman who ran it. To him it was nothing personally, but to most of the other Aristocrats it was the newest hype. They loved to indulge themselves into these kind of things, especially when it had some sort of sob story behind it.

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