[center][h2][color=f26522]Geoffrey Delshire[/color][/h2][/center]

Upon arriving at the castle, Geoffrey's subtle worry quickly altered to anxiety - at last, the tactician saw for himself the very people he had been planning a war against. The Onyx Empire was strongly built, and he looked at their warriors who had come to meet the people of White Rock. The actual military force of the enemy was impressive, with most of the soldiers clad is great armor and brandishing all sorts of weaponry that could easily cut through some of the men Geoffrey had behind him. He tried his best to walk stoically into the west side of the courtyard, brushing the dirt from his green and white uniform that collected during the trot here. Geoffrey wanted to look presentable to the host of this occasion, but didn't want the Onyxians to take him lightly due to his average size. He was, after all, a representative of his nation, and seeing what he was up against, had to play the part well.

A few of the soldiers on both sides grasped at the hilts of their blades, a couple of them mumbling curses upon the other, and Geoffrey let his hand rest on his sheathed sword's pommel. The realization of the true animosity these men had for each other was unsettling to him, to say the least, and he tried to draw his attention away from the scene and toward the knight who had led them here. After watching the interaction between the two knight women, Geoffrey couldn't help but scoff under his breath as he noted just how much the two nations really meant to this great castle and its residents.

The green knight announced that it would be okay to rest, and Geoffrey's shoulders fell. Despite the tension that had been building up in his stomach, the young man felt a bit relieved that he could at last rest a bit, and he settled himself against a stone wall at the furthest end of the courtyard. He looked about at the people on both sides, taking note of a few of them that seemed to stand out from the rest - a small, yet large man on the Onyx side, bedazzled in all sorts of jewelry and fine furs, patting the sweat from his brow, yet making horribly loud and obnoxious comments, boasting his pride. Geoffrey figured he must be some kind of wealthy trader or noble, here to ensure he could get a cut of the deal. Also amidst the Onyxians, and Geoffrey couldn't help but find it fascinating, was a young servant girl who was spending her time tidying up another nobleman's outfit while seeming rather small herself. She was actually quite pretty, he thought, observing her subtly while also noting the flamboyance of the nobles from the Onyx empire - not too different from the ones he had to occasionally deal with in the office.

From the White Rock Confederacy, he most notably saw a blue-haired woman amidst the other soldiers, looking... Quite terrifying, actually. Thinking back to the report he had read, Geoffrey figured the woman was named Kehah, or at least, he thought that's what her name was. He had heard a few stories about her talent with a blade, and how deadly she could be in the dark. Definitely a danger in a fight - thank the spirits she was on his side. Maybe he would try to acquaint himself with her, so long as she didn't take his head off from approaching her.

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