[color=0072bc] “Very well Cap, you may call me Tobi.  My dad was the true Tailor, I just carry the name.”[/color]
Tyrhallan nodded at the young mage.
[color=ed1c24]"Do not dismiss yourself so easily. You are your family's namebearer, the family line and name will continue because of you, whether or not you consider yourself worthy of it."[/color] He offered as they sought for a place to sit. Finding one soon enough he joined the young mage at the table, setting out everything to its rightful place. Even simply pleasures and as display and napkins were a few of the rituals that made life and war more easy to bear. Folding his hands he took a moment of silence and contemplation before making the ritualistic gesture touching his forehead and moving the hand up and down.
[color=ed1c24]"As above, So Below."[/color] Was the soft murmur that followed before he picked up his cutlerly and started eating.
There was a clear difference in table ettiquete between the two, but Tyrhallan never sought to tell other people how to live their lives in their 'off duty' moments. Nevertheless had after a while his troops started to mimic some of Tyrhallan's behaviour and if the Captain joined them at the same moment they all waiting until his regular blessing passed his lips. Everyone sat a little straighter, cutlerly was held more properly and no knives were licked off for the sake of getting everything.
Tyrhallan had been asked by others how he had managed that ragtag bunch of hardheads to 'straighten up' and he had simply told those that inquired the truth. That a good example set by a superior and consistency made others follow suit.
It was why those who 'paid their way' to get in annoyed the hell out of Tyrhallan.
That was not the Venray way. 
One had to be able to relate through experience to understand those he was supposed to lead. He had done the same menial tasks as mopping, cleaning, drilling all that he asked of his Knights he himself had done or would do without batting an eye.
Taking his time enjoying his meal Tobias suddenly struck up conversation again. 

[color=0072bc]“I read in a book that leadership is the ability to inspire others to surpass their own limitations and often even surpass those that are currently in leadership.”  He stopped measuring up Tyrhallan with eyes that suddenly seemed older than the young face betrayed. 
“I agree with you that the King is a great leader.  Not because he called us to action but because even if he is to die, he cemented in our minds a last image of him that will enable those surviving to continue the fight.”  He took another bite of a red fruit which was soft, sweet and also acidy. 
“This is how we feel about Master Mage Arn.  Many in the Shooting Stars consider him a hero.  To us he is what a battle mage should be.  I follow him into battle again and again not because he is a master but because he inspires me to do my best.”  His voice was soft and respectful.  
“I have to ask Cap.  Other than pissing Captain Evander off, why did you request Master Mage Arn’s transfer?”  The young man’s eyes were narrowed.  It was not that he did not trust Tyrhallan but in a sense, he felt the man was taking something valuable from them. 
“Sure the Master Mage is some heavy fire power and can cause quite some damage on the battle field.  But so can a heavy pulse cannon and I reckon the cannon will be easier to handle.”  He sighed.  “If you have not discussed this decision with him, you may find he does not like others to make choices for him.  Just ask Captain Evander.”  A slight smirk appeared on the boy’s face.  
“You appear to be an honorable man.  So I am sure your reasoning is good but I guess I feel a bit protective of the Master Mage.”  Tobi shrugged and put more food in his mouth.  [/color]

[color=ed1c24]"You seem to have misinterpreted my intentions young master Tobias."[/color] He said after he finished and swallowed his mouthful.
[color=ed1c24]"First and foremost leadership is more then inspiring people. Whilst there are many views on it, I believe that leadership is Duty. Responsibility and Respect whether for themselves as for others. Great leaders have the capacity to transfer vision into reality."[/color] He sighed. 
[color=ed1c24]"I am no more honourable than you or sir Arn. I have however always told myself that my power and my position should be used to aid those who otherwise will be overlooked or discarded. It is why I chose to be a Knight first and then a Lord. Whilst I am loyal to the King and Queen and I will defend them at the cost of my own life, I just wished that they had not withdrawn so from the common people...a good Lord must know his subjects and their struggles, just as a good leader should the strengths and weaknesses of his men."[/color] He said a he took another bite.
[color=ed1c24]"Appearing now in full regalia is a powerfull message, but I believe it would have been a stronger message and carried wider if he had gone amongst the commoners, would be able to look them in the eye and tell them of the dangers that lie on our doorstep." He frowned before he shook his head. "Don't mind me. Fancies of a dutiful Knight I suppose."[/color] He added with a sad undertone.

[color=ed1c24]"As for Sir Arn I chose to set him free from Evander and true I did not seek his approval before doing so and he may fault me for that, but I also am no fool. Evander despises him. In the end he would have taken it out of Sir Arn one way or another. Also, I believe that Ser Arn has cleaned up enough of his mess, fixing his poor leadership. The sooner that comes to light the better. Hopefully...before too many souls lose their lives..."[/color] He said with a stern grimace.
[color=ed1c24]"I chose to take him away from Evander, not out of spite or to rob you of your 'true Captain', but because I believe he needs room to move. Room that if I know Evander well enough he would not wish to give him. Though it is commendable and speaks highly of you that you dare breach the subject with me on it. It shows your high regard for Sir Arn and such behaviour I can only applaud."[/color] A heavy sigh followed, his rainbow coloured eyes darkened as he stared at young Tobi.
[color=ed1c24]"I also believe there is more to this young woman. My instincts and gut are telling me there is more to trouble concerning her, despite what Arn said she is no 'mere refugee'."[/color] He took a sip from his glass of water. "[color=ed1c24]I'm not sure what it is, but something puts me on edge. I am also quite certain that Evander would have demanded to interrogate her. I figured I would spare her such harsh treatment and Arn such troubles."[/color] He said finishing his food and drink placing the glass down with a little more force to emphasize his point. He then dabbed the corners of his mouth giving Tobias a long calculating look.
[color=ed1c24]"Young Master Tailor, should you ever have need of it... you may come to me for help. Whilst I am not all powerful, know I would not turn you away."[/color] He offered as he took another stone from a pouch he carried on his belt before he placed it on the table and pushed it towards the young mage. It was a similar stone to what Arn had received, but this one was a bit more plain, still the V was carved into the stone and it had been sanded to a smooth surface.