[center][h2][color=aba000]Ar Rathmore[/color][/h2][/center]

Ar sipped his wine thoughtfully as he heard Corvo’s inquiry. He was pleased that his son was searching for a way to be engaged here, and he had one idea of how he could be. [color=aba000][b]”The armor on the knights of the visitors is of the highest quality, I think we could do well to work at solving the puzzle of the best way to pierce it. If I were feeling bold I myself might try stumbling into one of them myself to see how the plates behave when falls, but a cover up would be in order, and I feel like I would only spit wine everywhere blustering on…”[/b][/color] Ar gave Corvo an expectant smile. [color=aba000][b]"But hell, if you aren’t so sober enjoy yourself how you see fit. I know I will!"[/b][/color] Ar added this to relieve the tension. He knew in some small part Corvo sought that from him, a permission to do what he thought best. He appreciated the sentiment of doing his duty always as a spy of the Spymaster, although for now Ar's face of iciness and lethality was as sheathed as it possibly could be.

Ar knew that his students and himself both had things to learn from the show of arms this tournament posed. The best riders, the best horses… And someone was sure to crack their head and feed the grass with their lifeblood. He had seen enough tourneys in his time to know this one would own up to expectations, maybe more. Something told him that the meeting of the many houses would give many stories to be told to the younger one's in attendance. For now he would drink to a lack of suspicion and hope the guards weren't doing the same.

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