[center][h2][color=Silver]Prince Marwood[/color][/h2][/center]

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In distance came a thundering of hooves, as joining the group arrived a detachment of knights from Magvel. The colors of Renais and Rausten flew openly for the two group of cavaliers that had arrived. At the head of the was the prince of Renais named Marwood, between the two groups of horsemen was a cart with groups of diplomats and nobles sent from Magvel. Detaching from the Knights of Renais Marwood stopped and asked which unit he'd been assigned to, the knights were here as bodyguard to the nobles. The moment he'd gotten the chance he'd volunteered himself to assist in the fighting, he wasn't about to spend his time listening to old tacticians and politicians argue over funds and methods. With his mother too far away for complaints about his behavior to reach her with any speed, he could actually enjoy this trip.

Being told he'd been assigned to the units of miss fits the prince carefully dismounted, a few glances from the Magvel representatives were thrown his way, they didn't approve of the prince joining the fight. Then again it was not unexpected for brash young man. Patting his mares side he moved towards the fire they all sat at, his horse lazily following her head stuck at the ground eating as a couple of other knights. Marwood took a seat looking at the others, scratching his head a moment after he tugged off his helmet.

"I'm Marwood, Prince of Renais... Suppose I'm assigned to you all, I look forward to the fight." He offered with a grin, as his horse approached and laid her head on his shoulder he scratched her neck gently caring a great deal for his steed. The late arrival looked at the others not worried about he was quite good with them and figured he'd get the names through actual conversation rather than asking for introduction they had no doubt already made.