[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
[center][@VitaVitaAR][@Crimson Paladin][/center]

Seemed like things were tapering off here— and just as well, too. No disrespect to the young duo-formerly-trio, but he had other matters that needed attending to— such as being a live armaments display for the aforementioned Princess, and her expensive, exorbitant dress. Best not to linger if he could help it.

[color=goldenrod][i]Besides, they'll need to find Violette sooner or later. An apology certainly can't take too long.[/i]

"Same to you three."[/color] he inclined his head, before raising a hand in parting. [color=goldenrod]"It's been eye-opening. Hope you all have a nice night."

[i]Angenese, Margarite, and Violette.[/i][/color]

He'd remember those names— young as they were, he personally doubted that this would be their last meeting. Being knighted meant taking one's first step into the world of the nobility, and there would be nothing he'd need more than a friendly face. Even if they were practically still children, the endeavor would require help from both his order and people like them if he wanted to do so correctly.

And none more importantly so than the Princess that had called them all here. If she truly, sincerely wished to meet each Knight in attendance, then he'd not want to keep her waiting.

He turned, starting off towards the front of the hall. Eliabelle hadn't moved terribly far from it after her brief introduction and speech had concluded, which was helpful. Less so were the crowd that had gathered around her. Captain Fanilly was to be expected, it only being natural that introductions start with the acting Commander, but by his count there were one, two...

[color=goldenrod][i]Three? I don't think I've at least seen the white-haired one before.[/i][/color]

Three more knights speaking directly nearby, if not with her. At the very least, Sirs Balthier and Nicomede he was certain of. Honestly, he needed to [i]meet[/i] them formally as well, knowing both only in passing and having had no opportunity to share the field of battle with either man...

[color=goldenrod]"That'd be crowding."[/color] he muttered, stopping in his tracks as the opulent colors and titters of increasingly merry nobility milled around his armored frame, quite content to ignore him as long as he didn't block the roast pheasant. [color=goldenrod]"Not yet. Can't interrupt the Captain."[/color]

So his amber eyes broke off to search for a fellow Knight to, for lack of a better term, wait around with. Somebody with a little more experience, ideally. As well as he and Jarde got along, the boy was as green as Gerard himself, and probably wouldn't be much help for timing this. The Knight Serpenta, last he'd seen, had taken him under her metaphorical wing and was more than likely overseeing an apology by Violette, so she was out too. Sir Jerel had approached Paladin Tyaethe, who seemed to have lost her cheek since Segremors had spoken with her in favor of a glower.

[color=goldenrod][i]Good luck to you.[/i][/color]

He'd probably be fine. No reason she'd be mad at him.

Finally, his eyes settled upon another familiar face, and he made the short walk over to a long table of desserts, where an elegant cake had once towered over the room at large, now absent. He had half a mind to question noble appetites or crack wise about some of the more rotund ones, but as he walked he couldn't help but notice that the crowd was [i]very[/i] confused by the affair.

Weird... Certainly, that wouldn't help if it turned to tension.

[color=goldenrod]"Sagramore Gellért, reporting, Sir Jodeau. How goes your mingling?"[/color] he asked snappily, hand over his breast in a pristine salute. Thankfully, he neither clacked his boots together nor belted the words out stiffly enough to draw more than one or two looks for the effort. He stared straight into the senior knight, tight and controlled.

...

Then he relaxed his shoulders and stance with a crooked grin, letting a beleaguered sigh pass through his teeth as he did so.[color=goldenrod] "Because I've stumbled my way through surviving mine, somehow. It's more exhausting than I'd thought. Get a chance to speak with royalty yet?"[/color]

Fleuri Jodeau, though it was far too unreasonable to keep imposing upon him like this, was more than likely the exact type of person he'd want helping him read a room.