[log] it's just his permanent disguise yeah yeah but he's drop dead gorgeous
The unexpected visits that Martel inflicts on his 'cousin' are beginning to become almost customary - unpredictable certainly, like the man himself, but something of a habit. Thus, he's not entirely surprised when the aforementioned General drops into his office, something of a brooding expression swiftly dispelled. "Never have daughters, my friend," he advises, dropping into the chair opposite Morray's desk.
The Baron sets down his quill, eyebrow raised. "Hello, Martel, yes, I'm very well, thank you."
Martel laughs, short and sharp. "Good day. Your friend the Duchess - how is she?"
"Well as can be expected, I'm sure."
"Mmm. Terrible business."
"Martel."
"Maryani and I are going out of town a short while," he says, abruptly. "Do watch over Sera if you can. We shouldn't take too long. A few loose ends need tying up."