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	Escorting mercenaries to a few rooms with fluffed pillows and fresh smelling flowers didn't seem too bad of a fun excursion. The forest-smelling Knight stared at the group. In the time he took staring at the 'team', he could see either two outcomes from them, crumpling over and collapsing at the slightest tinge of pressure, or a sleek adventure full of experience and beasts to slay. The gamble of doing something that wasn't standing around guarding literal Holier-than-thou chalice guzzlers almost made The Blighted Knight clap his hands in excitement. He did not, however, he was in front of many holier-than-thou chalice guzzlers. He took a step forward either to challenge the King's offer to replace the rag-tag team of aberrants, or to make himself more recognizable from the doorway he found a comfortable nest against.

"[color=a0410d]I will take our [i]esteemed[/i] guests to their rooms. In fact, I am taking up a mantle of responsibility as well, I may as well stick with them and accompany them on their escapades. A Knight is of better worth doing more than standing on their bootheels. I am already named after my seemingly poor armor maintenance, I do not have much to lose. I am not meek, nor do I have the tendency to avoid these sorts of perils.[/color]"

	He looked around the room, it was either a good sign to make his leave with his remarks as they were or take the chance at really digging into the cowardice of the nobles and other knights around him. He didn't want to do that; politically nonsensical at this point; he read that in a book about tact, even Knights have to live outside of using a stabber to stab bits of flesh. It was time to do his first [i]real[/i] task of the evening, guide the controversial guests through the confusing halls and stairwells to where they could lay their heads for their big trip. He motioned his hand for the band of the current [i]pseudo[/i]-heroes to join him on his trip to the guest rooms. It would be pointless if they did not follow.

"[color=a0410d]Fantastic performance and display of character you lot! I do believe it's time for us to go to your rooms for you all to rest your legs before the [i]wine[/i] spoils in this room. You lot would be implored to follow me now. I assure you the voyage will be safe enough as me being your guide.[/color]"

With the gruff voice that he had, he tried to put up a great act of cordiality in front of the many nobles, however, one of low enough status would take note of the mocking manner he utilized the words in the way he did.

"[color=a0410d]Sadly, The servants do not leave mint confections atop your pillows. However, The beds are very soft.[/color]"

He turned on his heel, opening up the grander doors in order to get on the right track through halls to the guest rooms, taking a few steps out, he would turn his head, waiting for the retinue of fighters to follow his lead.

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