[The curt departure was strange, but not out of character in Lorenz's view. Upon Hubert's return he would find that the Faun had turned his back to the wall and was facing the entry point-- a standard tactic used by both scheming nobles and soldiers alike when faced with the unknown. His posture was almost languid as he leaned against the wall in a very impolite and rather disreputable manner. Clearly someone had been taking tips about manners from the sailors in the harbor... or was tired of playing games.
A delicate eyebrow raised curiously underneath the swath of dark hair that was tied into a short braid over his shoulder.]
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A delicate eyebrow raised curiously underneath the swath of dark hair that was tied into a short braid over his shoulder.]
What are you doing, Hubert?