#warscorned

While Renaud considered himself a man of many talents, he was humble enough to admit that he wasn't infallible and perfectionist enough to grow irritated when he didn't have an answer that he thought he should possess. The guard should have been nothing more than a brief acknowledgement, someone that Renaud saw and then allowed his eyes to flick past, but something about this man bothered him. The plague had stopped royal travel for years, so why did this one man stick out to him so?

With the visiting royals came a whole host of other people - their servants, the staff, and more importantly, the guards. While Dante wasn't going to call himself overly paranoid, he did want to know the people closest to his guests if only so he could ask later what his own guards thought of them.

Dappled sunlight falling across her features, Ariana was enjoying Switzerland's weather as she wandered along the paths of one of the castle gardens. For so long, being safe meant trying to stay inside away from contagion and being outside in pleasant weather still felt like a luxury, the sun falling down on her in full beams instead of a shaft from a window.