[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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He had figured as much. Wasn't much else to be done until they had tangible [i]answers[/i] from the captured assailant, save for tightening the net. His amber eyes darted across the room, searching for possible holes. He found little— The Crown Knights weren't just for show. All main exits were accounted for...

[color=goldenrod]"Understood."[/color] he nodded swiftly nonetheless. He'd suss out a good place to post himself, of that much he was certain—

[color=goldenrod]"Sir Nicomede,"[/color] an armored hand fell upon the shoulder of the closest senior knight, even as the bulk of Gerard's body continued past him. [color=goldenrod]"You're a gentler hand than I when it comes to the people here. More experienced."[/color] He spoke evenly, perfectly assured of his words. There was a certain [i]bearing[/i] that he'd noticed the man carry, one that spoke to more than simple experience within this setting and crowd. It was much more like Sir Fleuri's... he didn't merely know how to pay service to one of them— he was comfortable amongst them.

Like they were his own.

[color=goldenrod]"I'll not let a soul past me."[/color]

He was obviously an intelligent man. Probably more than Gerard himself. He'd understand what the words meant.

Managing them in this panic and coaxing out accounts was far more his speed than Gerard's. Above all else, he trusted his seniors with the delicate aspects of what was required of them. You need not a broadsword for the job of a razor. He could do it in a pinch, but there wasn't sense in wasting energy that could be used to fortify the perimeter further. Not when many present could do it [i]better.[/i] As the venerable Sir Indrau said, they needed to stay [i]vigilant.[/i]

The entrance to those magnificent gardens was wide and grandiose, primed to display their beauty to all who would visit.

It also made for a lot of space to take up with steel and manpower. He could tighten that up a bit.

With swift, purposeful strides, he continued his march forward.