thefeywood | we like to party

[ There were few things Haurchefant enjoyed quite as much as a decent party, and all parties enjoyed Haurchefant whether they realized it or not. He has a knack for turning even some of the most droll of occasions into something memorable, of which there were far and few in-between outside of sanctioned church events. (Those, unsurprisingly, Haurchefant was rarely any sort of guest outside of the attendance of the general citizenry. Being something of the embedment of sin did have its perks.)

Something of which he did believe dear Ser Aymeric could benefit from as well. Though the man is a few summers his senior, Haurchefant feels an implicit bond between them, built upon the fact that they are cut from the same cloth of unfortunate circumstance. Circumstances that never stopped Haurchefant from having a good time.

Though that might be some of the wine talking. Wine does quite a bit of talking on its own, doesn't it? Haurchefant looks down into his nearly empty cup with a smile. It wasn't long ago that a little bit of heroics led to his knighthood, and while that was not why he did what he did for the young Lord Francel, it was not an undesired outcome.

All the more reason to break out the good wine! Haurchefant finishes off his glass and places it on a nearby table as he deftly slips his way into the throngs, keeping an eye out for a familiar-- ]

Ah!

{ And there is! Chatting some who-cares-who nearly twice Aymeric's own age with far more sins to answer for than the rumors surrounding Aymeric's origins. Haurchefant changes course instantly and slides up against the other young knight to offer a practiced bow. ]

My Lord Ceatort! Ever a pleasure to be in your presence.

[ But his earnest greeting is saved for Aymeric, who receives a wide smile. ]

And Ser Aymeric! What great fortune! Just the man I was hoping to find.