[center][h1][i][color=ec008c]Rowan Balthier[/color][/i][/h1]
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The merriment of the night seemed to have doused itself on the atmosphere. Things seemed to have finally settled into a sense of ease in which the knights could enjoy the ball. The three seemed to have now pounced on the spear knight, which he welcomed, smirk on hold. [color=ec008c]"I'll have you know that my song would lullaby specters to their rest. Rest assured that my next attempt, whether it be inebriated or not, would subject you all to the most heavenly of muses."[/color] He spoke in jest, swirling the wine in his glass with a simple twirl of his wrist before taking another sip. Tonight was one of fun, and a time of ease beyond all the stress that battle might bring. Rowan admittedly loved the aura of a fight, it's where he belonged, where he was at his most useful. With spear in hand and battle ready. The thoughts peered themselves before his mind, and he could only think about them fondly. Life was pursuit of strength, and he would walk those steep roads happily. However... Just as the thought began to sink in, the atmosphere changed. Knights began to gather 'round where the four stood. Their bodies tensed up, and unless you were daft, you knew something was amiss. 

There wasn't enough liquor in the world that would wipe away this sort friction. Hell, people might even take notice as to why so many of the knight's just caught themselves together. But it's wasn't certain until Sir Gerard spoke his inquiry. Outside of Gillian's usual jest, everyone seemed to have shifted their demeanor. Gerard seemed almost analytic, careful... when moments prior he was exchanging pleasantries with the princess, calm and collected. [color=ec008c]"Although I can only imagine the idea of a descending array of Nem would look like in a ball, I wouldn't say there was any cause for worry... until you came and mentioned something, Gerard. Leads me to believe that what I first anticipated to be a night of whimsical merriment might just be disguising a bigger dilemma."[/color] A sigh escaped him, he finished his wine before continuing. 

[color=ec008c]"Would even bet you a shiny gold coin for your thoughts, but something tells me it be best to follow directive, and tread like a cat at night."[/color] Rowan had no idea what was going on, but his tone of voice lowered, his pitch was enough for them to hear, but not loud enough that it would reach the ears of the other guest.