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"No."

It was enough to know that it was exterior reasons that caused a break from the profession of blacksmith to knight, rather than simply a desire by the Valeforan youth to pursue a path different from what he first set out to. And if Rossweine's family name was enough to allow Signar to use the full breadth of his talents, then that too, was fine.

The conversation ended just like that, and the prince strode in silence to join the others at the mess hall.

It was quiet compared to the feast last night, though that was simply owing to the fact that there were few present, and even the ever boisterous Underwall youth could not be loud enough to fill up a space as cavernous as this. Collecting his own plate of food, one much less substantial than his peers, Rossweine joined the table with the others, positioning himself directly opposite of Elon. He had a good enough read on most of his squadmates; only the newcomer had yet to present themselves in a meaningful enough manner yet.

[b]"We've not yet been formally introduced,"[/b] Rossweine spoke, his knife sliding over the unbroken yolk of his egg. [b]"I am the captain of the 13th Squad, Rossweine Grayle, and I understand that you are of the Anteskelia lineage, Elon. It's a pleasure, that the draw of knighthood extends even so far as this."[/b]