Gillian kept his gaze locked low to the ground as the group of knights entered the ballroom. He'd chosen to taken up the side farthest from the captain, sure that the discomfort from the other days...event had not gone disappeared fully for either of them. He couldn't fathom what had compelled the girl to bring him along, having neither the social standing nor the blood to justify his presence. Maybe it was just to get more knights in her entourage? It certainly dwarfed the majority of the guests, at least as far as Gillian could tell. 

He steps forward as the herald sets to introduce him. For what little good could be said of the young man in polite society, it could not be denied that he cleaned up well. A fruit bore almost exclusively from his quick trip to his mentors villa in the morning. After having detailed his sudden summons Seigward's young wife, Lia, could not help but lend her assistance. Lia was a stunning young woman out from Velt who'd barely reached her twenties before she, to use her own words, 'nabbed' Gillian's mentor much to the dismay of her family.

And with her she brought all the fashions of her home she could carry, much to the dismay of her stubbornly plainly dressed husband. Still, it was a minor disruption to an otherwise happy union. One easily filled by [s]victims[/s] volunteers such as Gillian, to act as outlets for Lia's more chic desires. He did not mind some parts of the dress, were he honest. The boots were plain leather, almost ridding boots. Far and away more comfortable than the horrid dress shoes of some of the nobles walked about in. Doubly so as it saved him from those ridiculous stockings. Black wool trousers also being an easy sell. Again largely for not being stockings.

The tailcoat, waistcoat, shirt and cravat (he believed that was the name of it) had endeared themselves less to him. The shirt was plain white with a high collar. The cravat, a dark length of silk, was wrapped loosely around said collar, feeling all the more like a noose with each passing second. The burgundy tailcoat was sweltering, and the black waistcoat beneath did little to help. 

Still, it cut an impressive figure, and with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade (an addition he had to fight Lia to let him keep), he walks slowly in as the herald announces his presence. He re-secures the black leather gloves covering his hands (though really he only needed the one), ignoring the awkward silence or distasteful glances that his name evoked. From lack of recognition, he hoped. As he rejoins the group, he's a little surprised to see a short young woman (he assumed knight), very brazenly pat the young captain's rear. "...Perhaps we should refrain from playing grab ass while in the royal castle." He offers to Martina, though clearly welcoming her eagerness to fight the formality. "...Unless thats why the captain brought us here?" He asks, turning to the young captain. "If so, I was not informed. I am deathly ill-prepared for ass grabbing duties should that be required."

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