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— Candaeln —[/center]

Salz followed the others to the dining room. She hadn't gotten any training in but tomorrow would be better anyway. By then her arm should be healed and she would be able to engage in practice matches. A part of her wondered what it might be like to fight Tyeathe but there was no way that Salz would be able to keep up with her speed. Maybe one of the other two would be a better match.

She grabbed two plates and seated herself near a wall. Salz always thought it would be impolite for her to sit near the middle of a room, blocking peoples sight lines and intruding into the aisles between tables. In her homeland they would have used syrup made from raw sugar and vanilla. Indraus family used honey. 
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— Candaeln —[/center]

He spotted his adopted sister across the room. After the news he had received she was one of the last people he would want to speak with. That Salz hadn't told him when she arrived meant that she knew the full implications of the news and there were ulterior motives to her coming here.

Indrau stood and left the dining hall. He had  a letter to write and the last of his ink had been used up penning reports for the Roses. After a short detour to his room to grab his traveling cloak Indrau walked out to the main entrance, cane practically stabbing at the stone floor. He paused.

A visitor. Doubtlessly he did not look very inviting with a scowl on his face and a tense, almost angry posture. Regardless, he was the only knight present at the moment. His expression softened slightly.

"Oh, a guest. Can I help you?"