The first thing Rolan noticed about the pale horned woman was how chipper and kind she presented herself to be. Between the bow, sudden two handed handshake of a greeting, and her rather intense focus on teasing Tyaethe, well, it was fairly apparent she was peculiar as far as knights were concerned. Of course, he had no room to talk, still dressing and conducting himself like a crossbowman rather than a knight, but given the unique situations the Iron Roses seemed to routinely find themselves facing, having some individuals who were atypical would be a useful boon to have, as far as Rolan was concerned. As far as he could tell, the two couldn't be more different, but her antics still got an amused snort out of the former bounty hunter, which rolled into a chuckle when the vampire started grumbling. [color=lightblue]"A pleasure to meet you Amy, name's Rolan. I tend to spend a lot of my time on farther flung assignments, but you might catch me between tasks situation depending. From the sounds of it Tyaethe, you got yourself a certified rain maker of a pup right here."[/color]

Rolan leaned into the teasing, though mostly lightly piggybacking on Amy's own shenanigans. Once Tyaethe began catching him up to speed, that casual smile faded a notable bit. Assassination attempt, strange relics that shouldn't have been in the nation being stolen, and a consolidation of the entire order in the face of what was to come. Leave it to formal knights to miss the assassin, especially as described, but he couldn't really judge. He had been chasing troublemakers through the wilderness and hills, not standing by the core contingent of the Iron Roses. As the vampire wrapped up her brief summary, Rolan crossed his arms and whistled briefly. [color=lightblue]"Hell, things have been even busier than I would have wagered. Here I was hoping that strange dream would have been the most concerning thing to happen for the foreseeable future..."[/color]

He felt sorry for the Knight-Captain, given everything that occurred and how much blame would be heaped on her. He still believed no one that young should be forced into such a role, but he didn't hold that against her nor say it out loud. His train of thought was interrupted by the mention of prayers to the moon goddess, either for celebration or necessity. He wouldn't have considered his most recent activities praise worthy, it was clean up duty that someone was going to have to do, and while he had never been devout, there was a saying his father, loathe as he was to remember it, was fond of saying. No such thing as unbelievers in battle lines, and even if he rarely ever prayed or even considered the divine beyond when the subject was brought up around him, he understood that, between a wall and a towering brute, anyone would throw a prayer to whoever they thought fair. Besides, like was said, it couldn't hurt. [color=lightblue]"I would say the two of you drive a hard bargain, but its not much of a hard sell. I'm rusty on my prayers, so I'll let one of you lead the way in that regard."[/color]

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