She watched from some yalms away as Mr. Fallstone approached the young woman, his obvious schemes wretching her stomach to almost unprecedented levels. Muijh did have to chuckle a bit as it was clear that he was failing. Things like that, the utter failure of a complete sleaze, were always a personal favorite of Muijh. She wasn't always the best judge of character, but thanks to her brother's teachings, she had learned the basic patterns of the bottom-feeding, money-hungry extortionist types. Her joy faded, however, as she noticed A'ih returning with him, her stomach beginning its wretching yet again. It was at this point that she realized that she had seen this man before, when she first arrived and saw him and the Duke conversing. It was brief, and she knew neither of the two at the time, but now her brain was starting to connect the dots.
Muijh quickly decided to abandon the thought. After all, she would have to deal with him soon enough, it would appear, so she chose to enjoy her current conversation to the best of her ability.Â
"'Tis a cruel thing to tell someone so far beneath you of your financial troubles, my lord. Especially if you can throw a ball with its own performers. Speaking of..." Muijh made a small laugh as she spoke, a clear friendliness having returned to her voice. "What performances will there be, Duke? We won't be required to dance, right?"Â
Muijh quickly decided to abandon the thought. After all, she would have to deal with him soon enough, it would appear, so she chose to enjoy her current conversation to the best of her ability.Â
"'Tis a cruel thing to tell someone so far beneath you of your financial troubles, my lord. Especially if you can throw a ball with its own performers. Speaking of..." Muijh made a small laugh as she spoke, a clear friendliness having returned to her voice. "What performances will there be, Duke? We won't be required to dance, right?"Â
