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With an entourage of two other men, clad in the same casual manner as himself, and only showing the smallest hint of possible hostility by the longswords sheathed to each man's waist, Riconus decided to get one last drink in before having to rearrange his mannerisms to fit the lifestyle of the winter ball that was soon to happen. He did not particularly dread having to attend, but it would be more of a business venture than a socializing event for he.
It was possible that no one would recognize him, as his hair had darkened significantly since his disappearance so long ago, and instead of garbing himself in the armor of a soldier, he rather sported far more comfortabtle wear, with a overcoat of light brown leather draped over his green tunic and black trousers. The collar on his coat remained unfolded, so that it might hide his thelyri gils where his hair didn't, but his pockets still remained heavy with the fortune that he had built in the mighty Kaldres House.
He didn't quite notice anyone as he surveyed the crowd with his icy blue eyes, only noting a pretty waitress here or there. The only thing he was able to catch amongst the patronage was a set of enchanting red eyes on a heavily draped woman... eyes that reminded him of a girl he would likely never see again. He quickly shook his head to regain composure, joining the conversation started by his two guardsmen, and sharing a laugh or two all the while.
With a pint in his hand from the waitress who passed by, he enjoyed the cold ale wash down his throat, for it would be the last time he would taste it for the next while; come tomorrow, it was red wine in which the only thing stronger would be the ambition of the nobilitas soon to surround him.
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