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[It has likely been some months since Richard returned to Barona Castle, his days spent holding audiences, meeting privately with members of the court, and signing his approval (or disapproval) on any number of papers. It is no surprise, then, that Richard has been feeling a bit...caged in, cramped, and in good need of some fresh air. Surely he might allow himself just a single afternoon off? Just one to unwind for a moment and to set his thoughts straight, perhaps to pay a visit to the friends he has not had opportunity to see in quite a while.]

[And so he arrives in Lhant, brilliantly disguised in a turban with a handkerchief obscuring the lower half of his face. Having climbed to grand heights, he now perches on one of the rocky hills looking down upon the Lhant manor where he may or may not have spotted one of his two favorite people. Failing this, he might appear from a window, or the platform of the large windmill in the center of town, or even a particularly tall tree. Certainly, though, he throws his head back and proclaims in a loud, dramatic voice:]
In this, the dawn of a new age of peace, look to me!

Fear not, good citizens of Lhant! It is I -- the Mask of Barona -- sent by your king to lend a hand of charity and a fist of justice!!

[His majestic cape flows out behind him as he bunches his legs and leaps dramatically to the ground with a cry of "hahh!", landing with relative grace and poise, if a bit of unfortunate strain along his spine and lower back. ...Oh well. That is but a small matter in the face of helping others, particularly one of his dearest friends - if those two distinct lavender pigtails are anything to go by. He turns to face Sophie, gesturing in a completely exaggerated and over-the-top manner.]

Good afternoon, miss! How might I -- the Mask of Barona -- be of assistance to you?
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[It's early in the morning, gray and damp, with fog settled in among the rooftops and streets of Lhant. Asbel stands on the front porch, his hair disarrayed, and stifles a yawn.]

[Without a doubt, this is one of those mornings that invites sleep, but the study's a mess, and he's put off cleaning it for a while now. Turning to go back inside and get started on the inevitable, Asbel's stopped by a soft peeping noise coming from the direction of the gardens.]

[With a glance back at the doorway, Asbel steps off onto the pathway and peers around the gloom looking for the source.]


That's...kind of weird. I'm sure I heard something.

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