"I ought to ask," Jae's peculiarly interested nose turned at Igna, who simply returned a distant gaze. "-Did you know they were going to propose on the bridge?"
"Who is to say," he added, "-suppose god ought to know," the door squeezed and the ominous presence left. Mild cries echoed in another room, "-JAE," screamed a familiar voice, "-I want my office back," wailed the lady.
In the following week; per agreement of a victorious battle – Igna paid a visit to the Xinfe familia. Such was the plan – on unstraddling a mighty white steed, formally dressed officials swarmed.
"Lord Igna of the Haggard Familia, your presence is required at the castle," narrowed a blunt and strict man. On the collars were distinguished family crest, on the breast pocket, medals. There were rumors about a military faction – one to safeguard the peace and monitor the influences of the families. Rumors, ones he ignored on accounts of, '-when it comes, it comes.'
