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[Projeck37]

"Oh, but you're already being impolite."

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr nods.

"In that case, this has gone completely fucking pear-shaped. There's no way out of it, you're going to have to decapitate me my sincerest apologies. How, may I ask, have I wronged you?"

[Projeck37]

"You are addressing a lady of a noble house."
She pulls back her hood, revealing her flowing blond hair, amber eyes, and youthful face. As well as her... scared expression.
"I am Lady Freyja, of House Frostwind. Heir to The Crown of Ice, and descendant of the mighty Holmbjorn II."
Everyone tuning in would certainly recognize the name of her house, and ancestor (assuming they know anything about the houses of Valkain).

[Chevaleresse]

"Hmph." Caderyn pointedly looks in the opposite direction.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"Oh milady please forgive any crudeness you have heard from my lips I'm Geliebte holy Knight and I guess I'll do my best to protect you. "

[kj1225]

"A pleasure, my lady."
Beo says with a small bow to Freyja. He's a man of high learning and charisma after all.

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr immediately takes a knee (and stands from his seat in doing so).

"Forgive me, milady, I had no idea I was speaking to someone of such status."

(("You guess? Insufficient. Off with your head."))

[Projeck37]

Freyja stands there, looking stone cold in her visage, then cracks up laughing heartily. She extends a hand to Elidyr.
"Haha! Please, do stand! Or sit, or whatever! I wanted to try out the whole 'taking charge thing' my father always does... Apologies for that. You may call me Freyja, if you wish."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Brother Robert emerges from the wagon where he had been in for the last few minutes, now with a tankard refilled with a murky brown liquid. He hops back across to the other wagon, sloshing a little out of the tankard, and sits back down. The monk takes a large drink, and looks questioningly at the Lady Freyja, and asks, loudly and to no one in particular, "So, who's th' lass?"

[SOLDIER First]

He straightens, and is... very... very tall. Definitely taller than Freyja.
"No need to apologize, milady. It is only natural to show one such as yourself the respect you deserve."

Elidyr then bows expertly.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte smiles
"I'm gonna like this group."

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn glances back at the noble after her last words. "Hm. Maybe you won't be a thorn in my side like every other blasted noble I've met in my life."

He extends a gauntleted hand toward her. "Caderyn Corraidhin."

[Projeck37]

He straightens, and is... very... very tall. Definitely taller than Freyja.
"No need to apologize, milady. It is only natural to show one such as yourself the respect you deserve."

Elidyr then bows expertly.

"Well, why, thank you. What tis your name?"

Caderyn glances back at the noble after her last words. "Hm. Maybe you won't be a thorn in my side like every other blasted noble I've met in my life."

He extends a gauntleted hand toward her. "Caderyn Corraidhin."

"Trust me, they be a thorn in my sides as well, sir Caderyn."

[Chevaleresse]

He cracks a grin. "Ah, finally someone who understands."

[SOLDIER First]

"Elidyr Moeson, milady. I hail from the humble Iron Town with miss Lillian."