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

The meal itself wasn't as incredibly intricate as he had imagined, but Geoffrey felt no need to complain about a satisfying meal. He situated himself a few chairs down from where Lady Grimm herself sat, but kept his vantage pointed across the table, all the way to the other end where a pile of merchants and brutish soldiers sat and gorged themselves, somehow adjusting to the air in the room enough to come across as rather boisterous and comfortable, some even drinking enough mead and booze to begin fumbling over their words. If the evening had been without thrill or tension, then the scene may have even been comical. Geoffrey picked a bit at the remaining scraps on his plate, thinking to himself about the battle that lay ahead of him. Thankfully there were a few locations where he had no need to worry of being attacked, but he still felt that he should keep his guard up no matter where he went from now on.

He glanced back up toward the head of the table, and took note of the unease that seemed to sting at the air. He leaned forward a bit to see everyone who had sat in front of him, and beside several of his commanding officers and a few notable nobility, Kehah had placed herself practically next to one of the dark elf knights. [color=f26522][i]I suppose I can commend her bravery, but she doesn't look too excited about it herself,[/i][/color] Geoffrey noted, thinking he could ask her about it later tonight after they spar.

"Lieutenant," the officer next to him spoke bluntly. Here came the flogging. "Your actions earlier, despite your good-intent, will not go unnoticed. We will discuss a proper infliction after our meal and when we are shown our quarters. I expect that you won't forget." Well, it gave him something to look forward to before he began his exercise. Geoffrey nodded, keeping silent lest his words be used against him. Suppressing his nerves, he once again looked down the table, noting how a few of the servants had begun cleaning up the plates of men who had finished with their food and were now in the midst of staring down the other side of the table, trying their best to intimidate each other with subtle movements. How Lord Grimm planned to keep each meal peaceful was beyond Geoffrey's knowledge, especially with the possibility that a number of these men may very well have just had their last dinner. The thought sent a shiver down Geoffrey's spine, causing a nervous grin to spread across his lips. He never figured he'd want to get started with something like this so badly. Just where were the Lord's daughters?