Tristan looked around the circle. Ser Giles and Magus Grimm, he knew, but the others, this mismatched team of individuals - he had very little knowledge of. 

The two mercenaries - mage and soldier both with their own skill sets that would be invaluable on this quest of the Duke’s. The girl, Concordia - by far the youngest of their group, though admittedly seconded by himself - he couldn't get a gauge on her. Expected from a spy. The Templar was no doubt the most experienced of the group,  if only for his title. He had seen multiple battles, travelled great distances - but then again, he had always travelled with his brothers-in-arms, a luxury they did not have here. Everyone was a stranger here.

He had eaten silently, but only spared a moment for his own prayer. If God wanted him to be thankful, He could stand to have let the rain not rain so heavily! But no matter... the food was poor fare anyway, nothing like he was used to. None of this was like what he was used to. Their ultimate goal, yes, that was familiar; a woman, instead of documents or secrets, needed to be retrieved. It’d be easy enough to manage. But everything in between would be difficult.

When Grimm finished his introduction, Tristan felt eyes turn to him. He wasn’t sure whose, or even if it was anyone at all.

“Tristan Veneti, of House Veneti. I serve as my brother’s representative in court, while he attends to affairs at home. The Duke saw fit to command me to join you all on this mission, and who would I be to refuse? I’m not among the most experienced of travellers, nor of men, but I can serve this venture in my own ways, you can be sure of that.”

He met Ser Giles’ gaze, with the shine of a smile in his eyes, but not from his mouth.

“I put myself in your care.”