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Milo Tremerie is not hard to spot. He is always the guy sitting behind a table filled with stacks and stacks of papers. He is the guy with regal clothes ordering fledglings and apprentices around, and apparently because of his surname, is able to bend the will of the higher ranking Knights as well. He is the guy that goes missing for days only to return with a, surprise surprise, a mission already done. Sometimes he brings souvenirs as well.

The hard work and the charm is all the public sees from Milo. Only his closest acquaintances see how he slumps at the sofa at the end of a long day, utterly exhausted but trying not to be. Raven cannot say that she knows Milo to the heart. Even if they're part of the same circle of influence, everyone knows they're in it only because of self-interest, and pretty much nothing else. Friendship comes after forced interaction.

It's been years, and even though Raven cannot say that she has a deep connection with Milo, empathy is enough to spur her into action. The recent invitation of Jadis Point, a recently opened restaurant and bar, is perfect for her plans. Such invitation is the proof she brings as she knocks to the door of Milo's office. Three raps and a pause. "Forget it, I'll come in. I know I'm welcome, I always am."

The door swings open, and in comes Raven in a ankle-length V-necked white dress, adorned with gold necklace, belt, and black stiletto heels. Everyone can tell she's prepared for the gig tonight. Without further ado Raven walks to Milo's desk and slides the brochure on top of supposedly important documents and letters.

"Take a look at that. You're freeing your schedule tonight," Raven says as she sits on the sofa opposite of Milo's table. She flashes him an excited, mischievous smile. "You're gonna love it."