[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Jaelyn Ralei[/color][/h2][/center]

As she anxiously awaited the strange man's reply, a new face appeared from the entrance of the brothel. Her eyes focused on the young male as he approached, questioning her actions as he smiled. [color=bc8dbf][b]"I will return your question with a question,"[/b][/color] she tutted, her temper beginning to flare slightly. [color=bc8dbf][b]"May I ask why you are not at the tourney? You are late to your duties."[/b][/color]

Jaelyn and Rufus had become good friends during the time that he was in Caerleon. She remembered when she first laid eyes upon him, a scraggly and rowdy thief awaiting to be punished. She always remembered when her father was merciful, and took him under his wing as a young squire. [color=bc8dbf][b]"I have come looking for you,"[/b][/color] her dark brow furrowed slightly as she glowered at him. [color=bc8dbf][b]"You should have seen my mother's face when I left her side to search for you."[/b][/color]

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[center][h2][color=a36209]Wyeth Mallory[/color][/h2][/center]

It always amused him to see the two young Lear sisters chittering amongst themselves. They closely resembled a couple of sparrows chirping and squabbling upon a branch in the midst of spring. Of course they would be talking to one another-- they were in the very heart of Estiala, after all. They had every right to be excited about who they would meet and what they would gossip about. [color=a36209][b]Wyeth Mallory[/b][/color] dismounted his sandy-colored steed beside Sigurd, tossing a crooked smile down at the boy. [color=a36209][b]"Keep an eye out for your sisters,"[/b][/color] he told him, patting him on the back as he left his side. 

Wyeth made sure to make his presence known to the ones in charge of the tourney, saying that he would be competing as a knight sworn to House Lear. It was not the first time that he took part in tournaments; the man loved them so, as he enjoyed the feel of competing against other men like him. The only thing he did not like about such events such as these was the moments of preparation. Sometimes he would have to deal with nervous squires as they fumbled with his armor and lance, giving him wary glances as he observed their follies. While he had a large amount of patience, jittery apprentices were bound to chip away at it.

Unfortunately, there were no squires that were free to attend to him. Wyeth found himself roaming about the area, encountering a younger man practicing with his blade. [color=a36209][b]"You have a good sword arm,"[/b][/color] he commented idly. 

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