Craggard grinded his teeth as he watched the young man from the Confederacy rise and speak in front of Lord Grimm. He took such an outburst as a personal offense. His time at the castle had barely started and he was already at risk at being out of favor with the Grimm family. Craggard didn't know what he expected- of course the White Rock Confederates wanted all the attention, they were the other side, after all. He needed to act first from now on, make sure he got the best cut first on every occasion. Craggard didn't have time for politeness of subtley of any kind, what was important right now was to get right to the point.

 A familiar, desperate, hunger gathered in the nobleman as he too, stepped forward with a flourish in his step. He turned his head towards the tattooed lad for a brief second, shooting him a nasty look that fell just short of sticking out one's tongue on a scale of childishness. Like a flicking a switch on, his expression turned to a pleasant, if not off-putting expression in front of Lord Grimm and his daughters as he bowed theatrically, raising his head to speak to the royal three. 

"Truly an honor, your Lordship, t' be welcomed into your home like a guest! It'll be even more of an honor accepting your little proposition here, and I believe I speak for all my fellow Onxyites in saying so. And... if all goes well, I look forward to negotiating with you later." A bead of sweat trickled down the man's face, although one couldn't be sure if the room was too stuffy or if he was merely nervous. 

He bowed again to the two twin sisters with a coy smile, muttering a brief thanks to the two before stepping back in his place. He paid no mind to his fellow Onxyians muttering, instead taking to picking small pieces of lint of his jacket. He frowned slightly, noticing how easily it pilled. He supposed that was what he got for getting a cheap coat.