[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

Despite being neither at the front or at the flanks, Fleuri was not difficult to discern among the procession of knights.  He rode a few paces behind Narcissa upon a caparisoned stallion, holding his lance upward.  Both the caparison on his horse and the pennant upon his lance bore the heraldic symbol of the Jodeau family- a black sun emblem consisting of twelve spokes or rays in between two concentric circles on a white background (derisively referred to by some nobles as the Jodeau Cobweb).  This was not a mission where mounted combat would likely come into play, but he preferred to keep a cavalry lance on hand because his sword was of little use on horseback.  Perhaps it was also due to his diminished but lingering desire to stand out.

From what he knew about this mission, it was a worthwhile cause to put these bandits and their "king" down.  Nobody seemed to know anything about who this Jeremiah fellow was or where he came from, but he was clearly dangerous and murderously ruthless.  Judging by the man's ability to organize brigands into a band capable of even defeating Thaln's soldiers, and his admittedly outlandish threats against the kingdom, Fleuri was willing to wager a guess that the man was a veteran of Phoran Cal's rebellion, perhaps a traitorous captain or knight-banneret.

"It won't be much longer that we will need to proceed on-foot," the Knight-Captain ordered.

Fleuri didn't envy Captain Fanilly and the burden of command she bore.  To accept command at such a young age, especially after the impression left by her heroic predecessor, was a daunting task.  Dame Forina and Dame Narcissa spoke out against rushing in, and suggested instead getting a closer look.  On one hand, Fleuri felt, if they were already prepared, blindly attacking could be costly.  On the other hand, there was no better way to destroy an enemy's plans than to hit them hard when and where they don't expect it.

He said nothing as he followed behind them.  It was not his place to question the Captain's orders.  Fanilly may be a child, but Fleuri trusted the in judgment of the goddesses to guide the Iron Roses.  In time, with the proper guidance, mostly at the hands of the First and Youngest, Fanilly would hopefully grow into a great captain.  For now, she needed the support of her knights in this difficult time. 

Fleuri rode up beside Gerard Segremors, a knight who, like himself, was a faithful devotee of Reon, closely connected with Her church.

"Sir Segremors, what do you make of this?  This so-called bandit king, I mean."  From what Fleuri had heard, Gerard had rubbed shoulders with some arguably dubious folks before coming into the Church of Reon and the Iron Roses, and thus could perhaps offer a unique perspective on this banditry trouble.

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