[i][h3]Chiefs' Hall, The Arena of Gurata[/h3][/i]
To begin with, Cyril didn't seem to notice the Jasian who was speaking to him. His gaze remained focused on the forms of the disappearing Chief and her companions as they left the Hall. His hand remained on his sheated weapon, curling around the pommel before he blinked, mind seeming to return to the scene around him as he looked towards Drosil. Only tuning halfway through Drosil's rapid fire of words, the Prince seemed briefly confused before he finally caught in to what was being said to him. He was silent for just a moment after Drosil finished speaking, looking over the man carefully before he gave a nod.

[b]"Alright, Drosil. Chief Yihira, Chief Kisarin, what about what he asked for?"[/b] The Prince looked over to the remaining Guratan Chiefs, hand finally dropping from his blade once again. Both seemed to go over the request, before Yihira shrugged slightly, giving a nod.

[b]"Don't see why not. If the room doesn't work for you, we'll find a place to set up a tent. Is your brother keeping watch over the horses, or something?"[/b] Though she directed the question towards Drosil, Cyril was the one to answer as he rubbed the back of his head, before glancing over to the side.

[b]"It's, uh... complicated. Drosil will make sure they're both good to go, like he said."[/b]

Cyril's gaze had been drawn over towards the back of the group, where Gortul stood with the man that they had saved and picked up. The Sentinel had been quiet while carrying the man even after he had woken up for two reasons; one, to keep track over everything else that was going on and being said, and two, to try and avoid talking to the new person in general. It wasn't out of being rude, or anything like that at all; no, Gortul was used to others introducing him and being his voice, with him only having to say a few words in general. Enough silence was enough though, and Gortul gave a heavy sigh. Briefly he pursed his lips, before slowly saying in his heavy accent, [b]"Gortul is not a mute, no sir. He is just... a listener! Yes, he prefers to listen instead of talk. You are better, yes? Let us see if we can get you on your feet."[/b]

Not bothering to answer the question about being a "ladies' man," Gortul suddenly turned the former invalid in his arms, getting him upright. Though the movements were very suddenly and somewhat disorienting, the big man set the one he carried onto his feet, making sure to brush him off with heavy pats. [b]"There! Good as new! Be sure to thank Lady Diane whenever you have a moment. She's the only reason why you can walk at all right now, you know. Just, uh... say it quickly."[/b] Before Gortul could explain with somewhat difficulty how he had become a Sentinel, he felt a pat on his arm from the Prince himself, who had approached after brushing off Yihira's question.

[b]"Thank you, Gortul. And glad to see you on your feet."[/b] The latter sentence was, of course, directed to the man that they had found just a few feet from death's door. [b]"Thankfully it's not every day we find some collapsed and wounded in the middle of the road, but you were lucky we happened to be passing by. Apologies if this happens to be an inconvenience, but we brought you to the Homestead of Gurata with us. We didn't exactly have time to just stop where we found you. Do you have a name, and why were you wounded in the middle of the road-"[/b]

Whatever the man would have to say would have to wait for a few moments as the Prince's eye was drawn away by movement from the Divine Paladin. He looked up to the much taller man who approached with heavy steps, and Cyril almost seemed to be anticipating something. Clearly, the Prince was expecting the Paladin to volunteer for the fight the next day, which would make their victory certain...

[b]"Shit-!"[/b]

The Prince was not expecting how Christopher Nocte was sent tumbling forwards, down in front of the Prince with a sudden shove from the Paladin. Cyril also didn't expect what the man had to say next:

[b]"The boy will be fighting with ye tomorrow. Put him to good use."

"Wait, what?!"[/b] Christopher snarled as he jumped back up, throwing his arms out to the side. [b]"You ever heard of consent you massive walking catastrophe?! Don't I get a say in this matter?"

"Consider this yer next test, boy. I want to make sure ye haven't been a complete waste of my time."[/b] The Paladin hadn't blinked at the insults hurled by the young man, nor did he seem bothered when Christopher flipped him off with such a sudden and intense movement that sparks crackled along his gauntlet, before he just dropped his hand, looking up towards the ceiling with a drawn out groan.

[b]"Gaaaaaah... Divinesdammit! Fuck it, alright! I don't want to walk anyway!"[/b] Christopher looked to the still very startled Prince of Barcea, even as Diane glared at the young man so fiercely it was almost amazing he didn't burst in flames, all as she kept Ayano's ears covered throughout the conversation. Christopher paid her no mind. [b]"Fine, I'm in. I'll be a part of this train wreck."[/b] He didn't say another word as he instead turned, in order to push past the Paladin. Cyril blinked once, then twice, mouth opening slightly in yet another confused expression briefly.

[b]"What the hell's a train...?"[/b] After a moment he quickly shook his head, looking back towards the rescued man. [b]"Er, sorry about that. The latest business we're dealing with, you know. Where were we, again?"[/b]

The Prince had a feeling that, by the end of all this, he would have a unique kind of headache.