[Milo L'Evienne]

If the two gents seated center stage, so to speak, were aware of the scrutiny of the two young lovelies they didn’t let on. At least one of them didn’t. As for the other, a keen eye might pick up on fingers wrapping on a violin case, briefly picking up a speedier tempo but even that evened out once he shifted uneasily in his chair. Suffice to say the source of his fidgeting was somewhat of a mystery all in all given the crowded nature of the tavern, perhaps only a reaction to something come up in conversation with his tablemate. Who knew?

While the blonde possessed an immediate appeal, come of both kindly genetics and a way of carrying himself that screamed learning and self-confidence, the other man’s appeal was a subtler thing.

He was lean, certainly, with long graceful fingers. An artist’s hands and he was dressed in loose clothing tailored towards a earthy leaning as opposed to the brighter and richer cut of his companion’s garb. His hair was dark brown, slightly wavy and pulled back loosely bound, he was wearing round spectacles that somehow emphasized rather than concealed gray blue eyes surrounded by thick and long black lashes. His was a thoughtful and distracted expression, as if even in the midst of a noisy tavern, his mind was always turning with thoughts of his own. And yet he smiled at the right times, nodded or remarked in kind when it seemed appropriate, enough to satisfy the blonde seated across from him that he was fully engaged in their conversation.

The both of them were drinking of course, the blonde a tumbler of something gold and pale, the bespectacled fellow a glass of dark red wine, and both of them having been served just a moment early by a busty waitress who winked at both before departing with a dramatic sway of her hips. Not surprising, both pair of eyes followed her departure briefly before turning back to their conversation.

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