[...quite possibly because the exact same glower, plus one sort of jagged facial scar, is coming from another man in identical judicer's plate just across the way. They could be mirror images of each other, both with the same helm tucked under the same arm, if it weren't for the aforementioned scar--and the gash that isn't present on the helm of this man.]
[Basch has been in a foul mood ever since his arrival. He'd been out early, attending to some of his more menial duties as Judge Magister, when the fairies had caught his eye. Curiosity had kept him after them, and now curiosity has led him here. Away from his Lord and with only faint hope of return.]
[Foul mood.]
[He eyes the food and drink, trying nothing, keeping to the edges of the party. For the moment he's not yet noticed his mirror image.]
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[...quite possibly because the exact same glower, plus one sort of jagged facial scar, is coming from another man in identical judicer's plate just across the way. They could be mirror images of each other, both with the same helm tucked under the same arm, if it weren't for the aforementioned scar--and the gash that isn't present on the helm of this man.]
[Basch has been in a foul mood ever since his arrival. He'd been out early, attending to some of his more menial duties as Judge Magister, when the fairies had caught his eye. Curiosity had kept him after them, and now curiosity has led him here. Away from his Lord and with only faint hope of return.]
[Foul mood.]
[He eyes the food and drink, trying nothing, keeping to the edges of the party. For the moment he's not yet noticed his mirror image.]