“A…mighty fine report Tyaethe, though probably a little on the melodramatic side. “ Gillian says quietly ,feeling the eyes of a few nobles turning on him and the small knight. “I mean, you make it sound like she fell the man on her own in glorious single combat. Poor bastard was swarmed by…I think atleast two other knights after locking blades with the good captain. I think Delacroix threw a lightning javelin at him during the commotion.” 

He wanted to ignore the comment about him acting out of his rank. It was a level of posturing Gillian never had the stomach for, and he got the feeling arguing that point would be wasted on the undead girl. However, the fact she felt it necessary to bring up the dead knight crossed a line. “Our fallen companion then gave his life because he failed to give way to the captains honor then?” He asks, his voice only barely even in its temper. “I was under the impression that our orders mission was to fight the enemies of Thaln’s peoples. Not raise our swords in battles of ceremonial rite for its commanding elite. Thank you for the clarification.” He sighs, taking a second to calm down, rubbing his shoulder. 

“The captains actions are more than noteworthy enough without the omission of facts to enhance the fiction. She has no need to throw the sacrifices or acts of her subordinates under the rug to show she deserves her station. Nor should you on her behalf.“ He adds sternly, but calmly. The elder knight should have known better, in his mind. Acts like that did nothing but harm, dangerously inflating egos and painting an ugly picture of the order.  “…And yeah, Tyaethe does generally look much bigger in the armor.  Though, I don’t think she’s ever explained how she manages to move the bulk of it.” He says, visually measuring the undead knight. “My suspicion is magic. Though what form I could not tell you.” He adds, wanting to steer the conversation swiftly away from evaluating the captain further, and the argument he and the undead would possibly get into.