Cerrit is at the inn for dinner one evening when his gaze falls on the new-ish staffer. Forgive him, there’s a moment of aquiline staring, as he realizes exactly who she is. And rather than just let that be, he decides to approach.

César may hate him for this later.

“Beg pardon, but are you Miss Magne, by chance?”

Because being approached by a hugeass bird man in a highly modified enforcer’s uniform, axes at his side isn’t going to bother her at all.