[h3][center][u][color=teal] Sir Rhayven A. DarkMorne [/color][/u][/center][/h3] Rhayven couldn't help but crack a smile at the young woman, he had minutes ago taken her completely off guard and out of her familiar surroundings, and drug her into this mess. Rhayven let sharp, bright blue eyes survey the room, the others present, before turning them back on the young woman. If tidings coming from his time at the gates, the stories of refugees and their families and the murmurings of other guards and scouts could be believed a dragon attack had occurred. Those who swore they had been there refugees or recalled guards described a haunting sound an eerie baleful cry from the heavens, then chaos reigned and fire fell like lightning from the heavens. Rhayven's weathered but genuine smile faltered as he recalled the dreams he had been having, sure that they were a product of his mind, still they haunted his eyes and dragged down his smile as the doctor introduced herself. [color=teal]"My apologies Ma'am, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Sir Rhayven DarkMourne, or Rhayven if you prefer. It was unfair of me to rush you so, but it really does not do to be late to these things. I see this meeting is serious, you will [u]subtly[/u] note the younger prince's presence, and some of these knights are from far afield in the frontier, this is no casual council meeting."[/color] The mage knight was polite, even a bit bemused, but the haunted look in his eyes was plain to see. He placed a hard emphasis on subtly recognizing the prince, hoping the woman caught on, as some of those in the room seemed so far to have missed it. As an acknowledgement to the prince, Rhayven inclined his head in respect and deference. The younger man outranked him by function of his birth, though, rumors said the prince was an accomplished rider and fighter, excelling in many of the skills of knighthood. Given that he need have little concern for the throne, it was a worthy pursuit to serve the people and his father as a blade, and the knight respected him a little more for it, though based on the way he carried himself currently he was lost in a storm of his own emotion, anger and possibly distress. The royal family had been quiet on the issue, but it was spreading as all rumors do that the princess was missing, since the night of the dragon attack, the princes demeanor indicated strongly that something was wrong, Rhayven put two and two together easily enough and his mood became more somber, as the eerie wail his mind had constructed echoed through his mind once more. A quick sharp shake of his head was all it took to rouse him back to the present even if it could not banish the noise in his thoughts. This sapphire blue eyes looked out at the others, he knew them all for knights, by the carriage of their bodies, and the disposition of their gear. His eyes made notes of the other name in the room he could pin by description alone, Ysabelle, of the others he had only rumors, some from the knighthood, and others from his families political ties, he had after all been drilled by his mother and father before journeying to the capital for his education and subsequent enlistment. Of the others he knew rumors, one he placed as Aarak or perhaps Aark, or Arc, or something along those lines, his grasp of the name had always been somewhat faulty, Aark, his memory noted came from Ispar. The other was another like himself, if rumors could be believed, a trained mage, though he specialized in much different magics, but also a committed knight, the mans name escaped him, but the rumors persisted of a family or clan of specialized knights who wielded strange cursed magic in battle, by the looks of this man, he fit those descriptions, still Rhayven secured his skepticism, it would not due to be rude to satisfy his curiosity. [color=teal]"It would seem madam doctor that we are in esteemed company, foreign knights of great renown, and the countess Ysabelle, the young prince and by the look of it another member of the aristocracy, a Count, if i dont miss my guess. Instinct tells me this meeting is no casual affair, and, it would seem our meeting as such things can often be will be starting late, we should introduce ourselves, dont you think, seeing as how we have the opportunity?[/color] Rhayven's blue eyes turned on the doctor, curious to see how she would take the suggestion. She had thus far presented herself as adaptable and much stronger than her initial impressions as a very young woman might have allowed for. He suspected in her element she was something else, and while he was sure she was skilled, he was glad thus far that he had not found himself in a situation that needed such a level of care, he had done just fine with battle field medics and others in the profession for his needs.