[An individual like Hubert von Vestra did not seem like he belonged in a place like Purramid Cafe. Tall, grave, gaunt, and always sternly dressed like he were attending a funeral (or planning someone else's...), the cats and pleasant décor and pastries seemed like an utterly ill fit for him.]
[And yet, he quietly visited the little shop with some frequency, always ordering a black coffee with nothing to eat and sitting outside away from the kittens, and on occasion, escorted the young Leslie to or from her work, when he wasn't shadowing Edelgard through various activities. Despite his severe demeanor, he was always perfectly polite, if not warm.]
[Which marked today as different. As statuesquely stoic as Hubert tended to be, there was something... particularly dour about him, even by the mage's typical standards. A sharper furrow of his brow, a sunkenness to his eyes, a harsh set to his mouth in place of the usual strictly-polite smile.]
[He waits patiently to the side of the counter, hands folded behind his back and a waterproof folio clutched in his fingers and droplets of rain drying on his cloak, until Ozymandias was finished with the present customers.]
Pharaoh Ozymandias. If I might have a minute of your time.
Purramid Cafe, late month
[And yet, he quietly visited the little shop with some frequency, always ordering a black coffee with nothing to eat and sitting outside away from the kittens, and on occasion, escorted the young Leslie to or from her work, when he wasn't shadowing Edelgard through various activities. Despite his severe demeanor, he was always perfectly polite, if not warm.]
[Which marked today as different. As statuesquely stoic as Hubert tended to be, there was something... particularly dour about him, even by the mage's typical standards. A sharper furrow of his brow, a sunkenness to his eyes, a harsh set to his mouth in place of the usual strictly-polite smile.]
[He waits patiently to the side of the counter, hands folded behind his back and a waterproof folio clutched in his fingers and droplets of rain drying on his cloak, until Ozymandias was finished with the present customers.]
Pharaoh Ozymandias. If I might have a minute of your time.