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[center]	It had always been this way as a Knight of the Sun, not for anything but how he kept his armor. He did not mind it, such glamours and well kept armors on the battlefield or in hunting only become a detriment as a dead giveaway on who you are, what you are doing, and how obvious you can be. He didn't want to lecture Sir Onsilion in particular, all he has ever done was take honors and glory for himself even if he did not truly deserve them. It wasn't his fault if he couldn't get something like this, in fact, he didn't care about it, his position still remained the same even if he did escort the seer. But knowing that Sir Onsilion, the bastard he is, won't be able to hoard such an honor for himself, fills [i]Blight[/i] with a sick sense of joy.

"[color=a0410d]Very well. Seer. A great time for avoiding problematic people and such an enjoyable banquet of honest, hard working people. Let us be off to see the King. You may bring your friends, of course, Sir Onsilion would rather much prefer to bring you than anyone else for some reason unbeknownst to a Knight. But I assure you, your companions may be escorted as well.[/color]"

With that mockery of what he thought was a boring and unproductive party in a well thought out vote of eloquent sarcasm, he would offer a hand to escort the seer to the chamber where the King had resided for the night. Finally, something that wasn't him throwing his own time out the door, and maybe, there was something to listen in on with the conversation the seer would have with the king. He was practically giddy from the thought of it, and he somehow thought the seer could see right through his armor to see just how relieved, but also glad Garrett was from this encounter.
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