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

Somewhere in the realm of the second scolding starting up, Gerard’s response was to loose a breath as he continued his “ornery cat” treatment, setting Gertrude down with little in the way of fanfare. True to metaphor, her feet caught her well enough, leaving the knight to eye her warily as Renar swooped in to say his own piece, the pair of them in lockstep before he knew it.

[color=goldenrod]“We’ll have to take what we can get.”[/color] he intoned ruefully to Sir Nicomede a moment later, Fionn’s veiled threat ringing in his mind more than it seemed to in hers. [color=goldenrod]“She’s a stubborn one. More like me than different, there. We rural folk don’t change our minds easy.”[/color]

The spark of recognition had been mutual between them, though he'd spent longer tempering his expectations. His prior life had seen his ability to read body language, the subtle postural and gestural differences between people, honed to a razor's edge to account for every important person keeping their face behind a blank slate of blackened leather. Gertrude, whether she intended to or otherwise, couldn't hide the way she carried herself.

[color=goldenrod]"By your leave, Ma'am."[/color] he then said to Fanilly, inclining his head and electing to ignore the flush of her cheeks. Pretty a girl she may have been, but he was quietly thankful that this hadn't gotten [i]too[/i] distracting for their commanding officer. In this world, that would have been a [i]hell[/i] of a weak point that enemies could potentially exploit... In any event, such would be why Captains had lieutenants, and other advisors. For now,

He turned those same analytical eyes to the mirror image in front of him, no doubt a twin save for perhaps her muted personality. Looking her up and down for a moment, the poor girl turned in a sorrier sight than her lively sister. Weak at the knees, leaning on the broom, barely caring to muster her retort beyond a caution that may well apply to all present...

[color=goldenrod]"Right, let's get going. You look like you need food more than anyone. Lean on us if you need to."[/color]

In earnest, Gerard set off, leading the two blondes and whomever elected to tail them down a familiar path, towards blessed sustenance. While on his own he would have stomped through at a concerted march, possibly breaking into a jog, he kept things to an easy amble to account for Gretchen's fatigue.

They came upon the kitchens in short order, the exterior mess sparsely populated at the moment save for a unremarkable figures, one emerald-haired and dress-clad Hundi... and a pair of unmistakable figures, each carrying the same fidelity as Agrahn had in Gerard's prior dream. His eyes narrowed, pensive, as they drew upon them in their approach. One of these was an honored founder, whose legend was unassailable as it was an ongoing inspiration.

The other...

[color=goldenrod]"Sir Edwin. Sir Parvan. It's an honor to meet you both."[/color] he said, certain to address them at the very least. If Sir Cyrus was here in this dream as he was in his prime... then Gerard had to imagine that this would be the maligned half of the brothers (at the very least in all but name, Gerard had always heard it told as them sharing blood) before he had turned upon the Order. If he were still worthy of being within this dream, then he was doubtless still worthy of, at very least, this much respect.

Ideally, he'd get the pleasantries out of the way quickly. Gretchen looked like she needed beef and barley the way most people needed air in their lungs every couple of seconds, and while he had plenty of questions from his childhood days bubbling beneath the surface, he had a job to get done first. As he understood it, the Founders were expecting them anyway— they'd be there when provisions were set. 

This smelled all wrong, personally. If this was to train them when they had such legendary figures as even mere assistance... they needed everyone at the top of their games before tackling the city.