[center][color=dimgray][h1]Eɴᴛᴇʀ Tʏʙᴀʟᴛ Gᴜʟʟʏ “ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇʟʟ Sᴇᴀ”[/h1]
[sub][i]Interacting with: Arthur [@Pundii], Ithobal [@Tmitche23], Emmaline [@HushedWhispers], Trystan [@KillBox], Balian [@RangingWolf], Juliana [@Harley Q] 
Location: outside the castle -> inside the castle.[/i][/sub]
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Tybalt had prepared to enter the giant hall where the feast would be held, but was stopped, or rather, forced to turn back to stay with his uncle, whom was interrupted by something or [i]someone.[/i] As Tybalt turned around, thus, he found himself looking at a familiar face. A changed face, a face he had not seen for quite some time, but still a familiar face that he recognized easily. [color=dimgray]“Ithobal,”[/color] he replied. His face did not change expression - Tybalt did not experience any sense of nostalgia, friendship or likelihood for the man, but similarly did not feel angry or saddened at his return. If anything, Tybalt realized that Ithobal would leave soon enough. He was a temporary presence. [i]That[/i] angered him slightly. An heir was supposed to be present, not traveling. Tybalt wondered how much Ithobal knew. About the struggles they'd had while he was away, doing his own thing, making his sisters suffer for a lack of a real male leading figure.

Not to speak ill of his uncle, of course. Lord Arthur was what was expected of a lord. Stern, brave, a man of his word. But he was not a good father figure for the young Gully ladies, and Tybalt expected Arthur knew that too. They needed a brother that would teach them not only of the sternness required of a man, but also of the softer side of a man. A side that was more often than not lacking entirely in lord Arthur. 

Thinking of this, Tybalt shifted his gaze to his uncle momentarily, looking at the mans face. It was precisely that expression that lord Arthur held as he looked upon Ithobal that proved that Tybalt was right. A complete lack of emotion. A good lord has no emotion, Tybalt knew. But a good father had emotion. He shook his head. No, he must not question. Lord Arthur was the greatest man within the Gully family, it was for that reason Tybalt's father adored Arthur so. 

[color=dimgray]“It is good to see you too, Ithobal. I had just asked your father if you'd be joining us. I assume you will be partaking in the tournament. I was going to accompany your father inside, as is my duty as knight of the Quell Sea, but I assume you will be doing that now. I will go speak to some of the other families, see what they can tell me of the tournament and their candidates.”[/color]

His voice was heavy, heavier than most men, possibly because, as Tybalt had noticed, he was older than most men at the feast. Understandably so. Tybalt's presence was not as an heir, or an important prince, one of the many young men to be put on display here for prestige and to show off. Rather, he was just there.. a side-figure at best. It was a blessing at times, to be able to fit in with the guards so well, but right now, it felt like Tybalt stuck out like a sore thumb. With the arrival of Ithobal, the family had their heir. That was what mattered in the end, and Tybalt would just have to set aside his personal feelings on the matter. 

As he left, he bowed lightly for his uncle, bowing his head in the process. [color=dimgray]“Uncle, Ithobal,”[/color] he said, before he stepped back and stood up straight again. Ithobal would not notice - the man had not known Tybalt long enough to know how Tybalt usually acted, but Arthur would likely see the small frown upon Tybalt's face, unsatisfied with the way things were going. 

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Tybalt bobbed and weaved between the many people that were now inside of the hall, conversing about the latest fashion trends, or diplomatic faux passes that women or men had made during a visit to any random court. The people that were present were more often than not minor nobles - men that were unimportant, women that despite their beauty were equally unimportant. It was a boost to Tybalt's ego, because even if he was side-figure, he was still a part of the Gully family and by extent that put him higher in the chain of hierarchy than they were. 

As he walked past the many faces that he did or did not recognize, he came upon some of the other important family members. Most notably, he recognized the faces of the two ladies, of whom he had heard tales of their beauty. Of course, Tybalt realized he was much too old for them and above all, tales from travelers were more often than not filled with exaggerations. But the deciding factor that made Tybalt see that these were indeed the children of the Hyland lord, were the colors on the armor of one of the children.

[i]How pompous,[/i] Tybalt thought to himself. [i]A man in such an armor[/i].. surely knows how to fight. [i]Surely.[/i] He could not suppress the grin of seeing a young boy in such an armor. It was like watching a young pup try to bark at much older animals. Amusing, but ultimately useless. Before he approached them, he calmed himself. It would be rude to walk in with a mocking grin on his face. As soon as he had wiped the grin off his face, he looked down and straightened his clothes, though they were rugged and did not remind anyone of a nobleman. He also straightened his belt, having it hang loosely on his hip, hanging slightly skewed. Tybalt was not a fashionable man, nor did he care much for impressions, so when he was satisfied, he approached the Hyland children. 

[color=dimgray]“Excuse me,”[/color] he said, looking first at Juliana, then Trystan and Balian, and then finally shifting his gaze to Emmaline. He did not know their names, but that would make a fine talking point, would it not. [color=dimgray]“I do not wish to intrude on your conversation, but you are the children of lord Hyland, are you not?”[/color] He shifted his eyes again, now looking at Trystan, whom was obviously betraying their allegiance to the Hyland family with his armor. [color=dimgray]“I have not seen your father, and I was sure my uncle would like to speak to him. Ah, but..”[/color]

Rather than try to be courteous, Tybalt remained himself, and so his voice boomed with male virility and strength. A trait, Tybalt had found, was often forgotten in men of noble birth. Men like the two before him. Never the less, they were of noble birth, and so he showed them proper respect. While he would introduce himself, he did a short bow, bowing his head deeper for the women than for the men. [color=dimgray]“I should introduce myself. I am Tybalt of the Quell Sea, I am.. [i]merely[/i] a nephew of the good lord Gully. I would not expect any of you to know me.”[/color] Well, this was not a lie. He was merely a nephew and many people did not know him. He was not important, nor was he famous. It was a stark contrast to the four children before him. 

[color=dimgray]“I had wondered whom of you would be entering in the tournament? I had tried of testing my mettle against some of the younger knights, but unfortunately for me, Ithobal had arrived at long last.”[/color]

It had been clear that Tybalt harbored some ill-will towards the younger generation in general, but that much would not shine through in his words.