Notes of Matheo, royal guard

The captain gave me some harsh words for arriving late to Count Douare’s feast, but how’re you supposed to tell a High King that it’s time to move along when he’s busy engaging the Mages Guild Incunabulist on the finer points of the early history of Orsinium?

I tried to subtly give the hint that it was time to go, but he raised his eyebrow at me and just kept on. I know when I’ve overstepped, and I wasn’t about to try and tear him away from a historical chat. If he didn’t care about the feast, well, he’s the king and he can do whatever he wants, no matter how boring. The man sure loves his history.