Imogen and Isolde their introductions both cemented their first impressions. They were the sun and moon as it were. Where Imogen was just an excitable bubble of joy - if a little airheaded, Isolde looked gloomy enough to warrant a trip to the infirmary. Rai thought he could relate. Whereas his bloodline made every Alliance lord think of the enemy, Isolde bore the name of a traitor. In a way, they were kindred spirits.

Amongst the other houses, there were three men who stood out to Rai in particular. First there was Auberon. Praying with a weapon in hand sounded… Zealous. Though Seirios’ worship was common in the alliance also, Raimund had not had the opportunity to speak with the more fanatic amongst her followers. Not even Clarissa, the most devout person Raimund knew, spoke as if her will was one with the goddess’. Perhaps a moment or two more to observe Auberon would be best before he’d attempt closer acquaintances with Galatea’s heir.

Kayden on the other hand, was about the opposite of what Raimund expected from the throne’s heir. Though his entrance certainly met the kind of person he’d envisioned, Kayden transitioned to something far more natural. Rai smiled brightly as the prince spoke of his hobbies, resisting the urge to get up and high five the man on the spot. Hopefully he’d find his way to the party - preferably without attachment as Raimund couldn’t muster the same enthusiasm to meet his betrothed. 

And then there was Valerian and… This one had guts! Despite shaking in his boots he had the audacity to challenge a knight of Seiros. Rai had half a mind to get a front row ticket, if only there were more hours in a day! Between having to prepare for a party and not having made the best impressions with the more… Stiff Blue Lions house, however, Raimund knew his time would be better spent at the sermon. 

Before heading to the cathedral, Rai swung by, as Imogen had dubbed it, fellow Deer people. He shook his head and smirked as he saw Jorah introduce himself to Imogen. That same sparkle in his eyes as when he first laid eyes on that one barmaid, that merchant’s daughter - and so forth. At least Rai wouldn’t have to worry about Jorah exchanging pleasantries anymore. 

“If you thought that was entertainment, Momo, wait until you see this man bring out his mandolin.” Raimund put a hand on Jorah’s shoulder, slipping him a sly wink. “Would you honour us this evening?”

Jorah's face lit up at the mention, but he quickly returned Raimund's sly look with his own. “After all this time, my friend, you'd struggle to stop me!"

“Sounds like we’re in for a show. I do hope I’ll see you there.” Raimund paused, glancing at Isolde, “Only if you’re able to make it, of course.” His tone softened, seeing the little colour her complexion bore before still hadn’t returned to her cheeks. 

With a short bow, Rai’s path branched off towards the northern bridge. His boots felt heavier than when he’d put them on this morning - truly having preferred to join his friend at the arena. The towering sight of the cathedral on the other side loomed over him like a shadow. Not even all the Blue Lions seemed to feel like attending, as Kellen passed by him. Raimund gave the young man a small understanding nod, seeing how his path would take him to the arena. “Could you throw in a cheer for the brazen challenger on my behalf?” He asked, “I had half a mind to place a bet in his favour..." Rai glanced at the cathedral over Kellen's shoulder. "Which I probably shouldn’t mention in front of Her eyes. I may not know if Valerian is brave or foolish, I just can’t help but to root for the underdog.”