"The Princess requests our presence? Well, I'm sure I can-" Tiral began to say before being cut off by Julianna, who had also happened to come to receive the message. While being interrupted was a tad rude, it wasn't as if he was in any particular mood to argue, anyhow. Bidding the messenger adieu before deciding to respond to the knight questioning him, Tiral turned to Julianna and gave off a bit of a grimace before speaking.

"I personally don't care much for social events. All those rules of etiquette and formalities and whatnot... Though I fully understand why all those extra things are in place, I [i]really[/i] don't like the superficiality of it all. To be frank, I'd rather stay back here at Candaeln than go to some event like that; much less of a chance to embarrass myself and all that," he sighed, shaking his head. "Though, given recent trends, I'm almost certain that I'll be dragged along for the ride. Not particularly something I'm looking forward to."

Before her could turn away and begin to walk to his own room (for a second time, no less!), the 'immortal knight' came up to them and came up with...
...
Wait, what?!

"...Er... Pardon me, but did you say... Preparing? And... As many limes as possible? I'm sorry, but what in the name of the goddesses are you thinking?! Are you honestly asking us for something so frivolous?"

The incredulity of the situation was not lost on Tiral, who, with a sigh, walked over to the side and massaged his forehead. There were many reasons to not want to have to deal with something like a 'Royal Ball', but this? This was something ENTIRELY new.

"...Excuse my earlier rudeness, but my body is currently not in a suitable condition to do something like that, anyhow. If you'll excuse me, though, I'm going to return to my quarters now. There are a few more things that I need to handle before I inevitably get dragged like a dog on a leash to the event to come. I'll notify the captain in about an hour or so... Assuming I don't get caught up in my work."

With the soreness of his muscles not helping his mood any, Tiral began to walk off to his own room. Even if he had been lying in a cart the last who knew how many hours, there was a distinct difference between being bumped around uncomfortably down a road and sitting comfortably at his own table, after all...