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Alexis Sapientia · January 10, 2008, 02:34 AM

A tippler he was not, though he did take note of the whispering that appeared to have emanated once he'd placed his order for the good tipple. Had he been recognized? Possibly not, though it wasn't a remote possibility. He was the Imperial Minister of War, after all, and while he wasn't quite the sort of fellow people set up for their wall etchings and engravings (evidently, his sovereign ad interim, Milo was becoming quite the poster boy), he did seem to get his face and name in the Herald for the recent tragedy that had befallen his wife.

Thank the Gods she lived. Yes, there was that. Somehow it seemed that brighteningly life was very much a tenuous matter, with them mere playthings in the hands of the Gods.

Looking up and leaning back, so did he notice the citizen over there. A little bit like Saraid, but she had this certain...grace, yes, a certain grace and elegance that wasn't lost on anyone with true breeding. Perhaps she was aristocracy? One never knew here, of course. Ieffreon was quite the playground...

January 10, 2008, 02:34 AM	#3 (permalink)
Alexis Sapientia Patron St of Mediocrity Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Enamoria, per omnia saecula saeculorum. Posts: 2,481 Blog Entries: 8 Total Awards: 2	A tippler he was not, though he did take note of the whispering that appeared to have emanated once he'd placed his order for the good tipple. Had he been recognized? Possibly not, though it wasn't a remote possibility. He was the Imperial Minister of War, after all, and while he wasn't quite the sort of fellow people set up for their wall etchings and engravings (evidently, his sovereign ad interim, Milo was becoming quite the poster boy), he did seem to get his face and name in the Herald for the recent tragedy that had befallen his wife. Thank the Gods she lived. Yes, there was that. Somehow it seemed that brighteningly life was very much a tenuous matter, with them mere playthings in the hands of the Gods. Looking up and leaning back, so did he notice the citizen over there. A little bit like Saraid, but she had this certain...grace, yes, a certain grace and elegance that wasn't lost on anyone with true breeding. Perhaps she was aristocracy? One never knew here, of course. Ieffreon was quite the playground... __________________ Imperial Minister for War Character. Information. Repository. Who's who in the Imperial Forces. War is the horror that occurs when rational minds fail at the negotiating table of diplomacy. ~Queen Katishandra of Daittern, Aelyrian Warfare through the Ages. 1/6: Work (and not mutinous legionaries!) have placed Alexis' puppeteer under extreme duress. Back at Jan the 16th, Markalin willing. I will hold true to Macarthur's words, and yes, indeed, I shall return!