[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR][@Raineh Daze][@The Otter][@Octo]

"Try not to let her get too hurt before you’ve wrapped up your current problem~”

A puff of air escaped Gerard's nose, and with it about a dozen unspoken sentences, none of which would serve to help the knights' case or garner any enlightenment from Knight-Witch Merilia, their honored "examiner". A Witch was a being of immense arcane power, the woman herself clearly of certain capricious character, the state of dreaming famously vulnerable to all sorts of hexes and curses, and most importantly— his way with words was almost certainly going to cause more harm than help, at least right now. 

That moment they'd returned to the plateau as an ensemble, he'd instantly tensed his bearing for battle, more or less expecting the collective to be worth starting with those Talderian Auxilia, or something to that effect. Maybe another of the founders. Even as they began to descend through the ring of clouds, leaving behind the scenery that had seen him trade a limp headbutt for Sir Agrahn's fist through his abdomen, he was still a little on-edge.

Instead, he simply spared a glance towards Sir Fleuri within the twenty-something throng of Knights that had been selected for these latest trials within the realm that layered above the waking world— seemed their previous conversation had indeed touched upon the truth of the prior affair. There wasn't any way the first dream could have ever been coincidence, coming right after they'd faced down the shadow of the Demonbreaker. It was benchmarking for the threats to come.

[color=goldenrod][i]The first of many, by the sounds of it. Guess Paladin Tyaethe really insisted— or I really don't understand the scope of Dame Merilia's abilities.[/i][/color]

A gleaming mass of spires in all white from afar as their plateau floated down burst forth from the rolling fields of green like a great crystal, each point a tower that he could tell, even from here, dwarfed the Spikes in the waking world. The city was colossal beyond his experience in four countries and counting—

[color=goldenrod][i]And as far as I could tell, creating this place or projecting it or taking us here— whatever she did hardly broke her a sweat.[/i][/color] he noted, sideyeing the way they'd come over his shoulder for a moment as he stepped forth. [color=goldenrod][i]Witches are scary.[/i][/color]

But enough on that. by the same token, there was no choice but to work with the situation they'd gotten. Close to him, seemingly haphazardly tossed into their ranks, one of a pair of unfamiliar maids was nursing a broomhandle to the dome after an unceremonious landing. Twins, Blonde with a splash of a few other colors... yeah, these weren't anybody that had been working a post in Candaeln as far as he knew. 

[color=goldenrod]"Sorry you and your sister got dragged into this with us. You alright?"[/color]

They had a set of true-blue outsiders on their hands. Best keep them taken care of— at least until more facts than "this is one of my little sister's apprentices" came to light. Why a maid would be a mage or vice-versa, he couldn't say, but...

"We... we need to get moving."

[color=goldenrod]"[i]Right[/i]. Name's Gerard. We'd best keep you both in the middle."[/color] He spoke quickly, his offered hand suddenly a grip and a pull around the crook of the elbow, hoisting the nearer girl to her feet as some order and direction returned once the Captain had taken the reins anew. At this point, he knew well enough it was impolite to cut her off before there was a word to get in edgewise, but the situation wasn't one they could really dawdle in. Once it was clear that the pair were good to go, the wolfish knight fell back into "rank" with his peers, quietly scanning the southern flank as they walked.

He didn't know what to think of Candaeln's gate, impossible to miss as it was, being entombed within a great wall— but he definitely knew that it was only his violent, visceral encounter with Agrahn that tempered his awe as the knights were met with a man that could only be The Hammer. Everything about him larger than life, Gerard was fairly certain he felt that first boom of laughter hit his chest as Fionn struck up conversation. 

[i][color=goldenrod]He's got both arms. Whatever image of him we're talking to's probably the man in his prime— definitely before his death, at the very least.[/color][/i]