[h3][color=6ecff6][b]Galdin Frayheart[/b][/color][/h3]

Galdin wore a friendly face as he shook Spencer's hand as it was offered, the young marquis still kept his gloves on. [b][color=6ecff6]"Pleasure is all mine."[/color][/b] He softly said, and allowed the handshake to meet it's end.

[b][color=6ecff6]"The right side? Ofcourse. The righteous always do win out in the end."[/color][/b] Galdin added, his eyes closing into a slit, barely showing his pupils and irises as a faint smile crawled up on his lips. The boy, Spencer, seemed to be of common birth, the overall appearance of the boy seemed to be that of a troublemaker as far as Galdin could make out. That look on his face, the smokestick and it's smoke which he blew in the young marquis direction. [i][color=6ecff6]Such a lack of refinement. Yet where there be smoke, there be fire. Prod the coal enough and it may spark up.[/color][/i] Galdin thought to himself, as he took a few steps forwards holding his breath still as he walked out of the smoke and set his gaze on the friend of that Spencer boy, at least he thought he was a friend of his.

[b][color=6ecff6]"...and good to meet one such as yourself, Momotaro."[/color][/b] [i][color=6ecff6]Tamako hm?[/color][/i] The blonde pondered as Momotaro was being led off by Spencer. Then there was this other young man, better dressed than the two former. At least that is what the marquis thought. The young man in question had introduced himself as Jeralt Seymour, the adopted son of a duke. This very thing appealed to Galdin greatly, to which he had smoothly greeted the fellow noble, by shaking his hand.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Fair day, Earl Seymour."[/color][/b] Galdin said in a smooth manner, soft and elegant. He wasn't exactly certain if this young man was the heir or not, he figured he would play it safe by assuming he was a secondary son. Adopted son. Thus an earl. In the worst case he would have to bear with the young man being of the same standing as himself, until the passing of Jeralt's foster father. The marquis took a moment to look around, spotting Meer as he did, but before he could act on his sight. The bells rang for all to gather to the entry-speech.

The young man excused himself from those in his vicinity and with firm, yet graceful steps made his way forwards, not to push his way into the forefront of the gathering, but to find a slightly higher elevated position which would give him a better overall view. As the speech began, Galdin kept his thoughts to himself.

[i][color=6ecff6]Minister Othello, what a person to represent humankind as a whole. Though I wonder if those which praise you know about all your deeds.

The ending pact. It has a pleasant ring to it.
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Then came the moment to present first year representatives for each domicile. The one doing it, Lucian Dragonlance did have quite the way to make an entrance. A thing which royalty tended to do. Not that Galdin minded it at all. It was just not the kind of royal he would prefer to see sitting on the human kingdom's throne.

The young marquis softly bit his lower lip. [i][color=6ecff6]People. Not all people are behaving like people. People are not equal. People are not meant to be equal. There are those who rule, and it is those who serve. It is how it has always been. There are those who are born with illnesses, and there are those without. Some are born rich, and others are born poor. In material matter or skills. Trying to even things out is just going to make everything average, and who would settle for that when it is their destiny to claim the stars?
[/color][/i] He allowed his gloved fingers to trail over his hair and he adjusted it slightly to make himself look more presentable. That's when the decision for the leaders came to be. Jeralt Seymour for the Princeps and Garuth Stone-Singer for Divinos. Galdin's eyebrows twitched slightly, his teeth grinding against oneanother, a vein clearly visible on his head, before he deeply sighed and readjusted his stance. Chuckling slightly as he did.

[i][color=6ecff6]Leader of Princeps? Fair enough. I can go along with that. In fact I couldn't have chosen better myself. But to put this... gar... gargo.. garbage.. garbutt thing in charge of Divinos is a mistake, a mistake which needs to be corrected soon. All it takes is a big failure of unforgivable magnitude.
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