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

The young tactician took note of the castle's features as they strode through the halls - the masked figure that led them, though an enigma, didn't particularly unsettle Geoffrey. The way he gracefully walked backwards toward their destination was a bit fascinating, of course, but Geoffrey shook it off of his shoulder like it was simple theatrics, probably meant to intimidate the two parties. He occasionally glanced back, being one of the figures that was toward the front, and noticed the tension among his men as they had to walk close to the Onyxians. Finally, the great throne room was presented to them, and Geoffrey stood in awe of the scene before them.

Even some of the finest halls the boy had the privilege of entering while stationed in the larger cities of White Rock could not compare to the beauty and intricate details of the throne room. Geoffrey stood in awe as the Lord greeted them all, trying his best to maintain his composure despite the incredible intricacies and dark beauty of the massive room. Then, the sister knights revealed their faces.

[i][color=f26522]So it's true,[/color][/i] he thought. Geoffrey had been told stories as a child about the dark elves, and how over an era ago, a sect of the wood spirits had become corrupted and cast from the forests, never allowed to return to their homes. Supposedly they had wandered for ages, thieving and killing to ensure their survival, their black souls tainted with mortality. They had all but disappeared just centuries ago, leaving only tales and legends of their magical power.

After the elves had hidden their faces and his host had given his assessment, Geoffrey watched as the twin daughters of Lord Grimm came forward to introduce themselves. [i][color=f26522]Intriguing... They appear as well-mannered as they are beautiful. Maybe my suspicions were misplaced?[/color][/i] As the Lord continued his speech after his daughters had finished, Geoffrey looked around at his superior officers, observing their discomfort and a few of them glancing about furiously, frustration and worry filling their eyes. As Lord Grimm finished, Geoffrey peeked over to the Onyxians, who were just as distraught as his own side. [i][color=f26522]Eagerness would probably go a long way...[/color][/i]

He felt his foot placed in front of him before he realized what he was doing. In only a few short steps, Geoffrey was in front of both parties, his mouth already open and his words echoing against the stone walls. [color=f26522]"Lord Grimm, it is an honor to have entered your great castle. As representative of the White Rock Confederacy, I humbly accept your proposition and look forward to seeing which of your daughters is more deserving of your throne."[/color] By the spirits, he just did that. He felt his head and chest fall forward in a bow, and kept his eyes fixed upon the Lord's helm as he rose, wondering what the man's expression was behind the plating. Geoffrey couldn't help but feel several cold gazes fix upon him, well aware that he was now the center of attention in the great room. [i][color=f26522]Well, that wasn't exactly the role I had hoped for in this,[/color][/i] he thought to himself, wondering how long of a scolding he would be getting from some of his superiors after the initial meeting was over. Geoffrey placed his right hand upon his sword's pommel, trying to keep it from shaking so as to keep his demeanor as steadfast as he could muster.

[@IceHeart]