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Atticus raises a hand, bringing silence to the table.

"We can not attack those who have been with us for ages. It is unethical and unwise. Lord Bryce speaks the truth. We will focus, right now, on bringing our allies together. Bryce, I understand that you, and the Caryotte family in general, has a history of diplomatic success. I would task you focus your efforts on bringing the not yet allied houses to our side. If you need anything, you have but to ask."

He turns to Godwin Prima.

"Lord Godwin, I understand that you requested one of your military tacticians to head the ground forces. I grant your family this honor. I ask that you remain on the defensive until we know what move to make."

He faces the rest of the table.

"The rest of you will continue your affairs, and assist the Prima and Caryotte families on their tasks. Are there any other matters that one would wish to bring to the table?"

He scans the table.

"Very well. This meeting is adjourned. I implore that you stay for the food and entertainment I have arranged for the after party. I request nothing but the best services, for the best men of our nation."

He stands, and gives a short bow, before walking into a chamber, followed by his personal servant. Palace servers bustle once more in and out of the hall, asking of food and entertainment preferences.

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Bryce is surprised by the brevity of the meeting.
He downs the wine.
Bryce stands from the seat, and hands a server his empty glass.
"The best party for the best man hm? I'll be the judge of that."
He mutters as he walks about the party.
Bryce grabs drinks and mingles with the high class attendees, managing to keep his outer composure while his sobriety nosedives.

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Naudia takes the back passage to the great hall housing the party putting on makeup as she goes.

"I hate this stuff, Fucking Naudius and his scars being so hard to conceal" she says as she smears more white makeup on her face before stuffing it into a pocket and putting her hat on.

She gets to the door.

"Showtime"

She puts on her smile and flicks the bell hanging from one of the tips of her hat and throws open the door backflipping into the room.

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"My balance is better than ever, milady"
Bryce says attempting to swoon a noblewoman.
Immediately after the words leave his mouth, a performer begins acrobatics uncomfortably close.
"Watch where you are!"
He sneers.

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Naudia goes into a one handed handstand to avoid the sneering nobleman.

"Sorry sir." she says with a quick smile at him as she comes out of the handstand.

She bows to him.

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"Our entertainment looks promising tonight"
Bryce says, semi-bowing his head in return
He gives an open handed motion to the entire chamber
"The floor is yours, Miss"

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She nods.

She backflips to the center of the room and does a little acrobatics routine hiding her true intention of casing the room for nobles and guards.

She notices the Tuent representative and smiles.

You'll do nicely.

She backflips her way to the man and bows.

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The representative laughs and jeers at the expense of his entertainer.
"Surely you can't be the only jester in the town!"

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She eyes the man's servant and notices his will appears broken.

"Oh I do apologize sir, I forgot that I was dressed in such a fashion, for I am not actually a jester."

She pulls a knife and slashes his throat.

"But an assassin if you will."

She wipes the blade on her shirt and looks for an exit.

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The entire room gasps and becomes silent. Guards rush to the exits, blocking them with weapons drawn. Chaos ensues in the party.
Bryce snaps into action. He grins at the sight of a room of politicians and nobles, who hours before intended to sent men to die fighting each other, now panic and flee when real violence appears.
He draws his sword; and sprints to the killer, catching her, and throwing her on the ground. Bryce stands sword's length from the night's entertainment.
"Your assassination is short lived, Madame"