Snippet #2735913

Galen was the first to arrive at the great hall’s doors, he brought with him a sack which contained the rest of his gifts sans Clara’s. That he held in his free hand, wrapped in unused paper. He was nervous about Clara’s reaction to her gift. But for the moment that didn’t matter as Galen bumped shoulders with someone he didn’t expect to encounter until later.

“Galen, I presume?” Robin asked. “I understand your... predicament. But that’ll wait till later. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And you, Azura.” Galen said, as he felt Lucien making a vomiting sound, to the former’s satisfaction of payback for the mental strain of yesterday. Regardless, both men walked through the doors, for Robin to try and mingle and act inconspicuous, while Galen set th sack down at a smaller separate table he had Irina set up for this occasion.

Galen saw Clara on the Queen’s throne and looked at the King’s throne. He knew Maelthra would be expected to sit there, but he didn’t know if he should, as it would be a negative effect on other guests. Plus, with Lucien being quiet, and also not in a suggesting mood, it left Galen all the more conflicted.

”Oh dear, He’s looking like a wallflower. Which means he lacking Charisma at the moment. For certain then the best case is people will assume Galen’s persona is a decoy whilst The Shadow King is running an emergency meeting of other matters.” Robin mused. He wasn’t sure what the worst case could be, unless something happened, unexpectedly.