[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@VitaVitaAR][@VahkiDane][@ERode][@Psyker Landshark]
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With the younger girl's attention pulled from the clash of steel behind him, Fionn smiled warmly down in response to her earnest words. [color=#008b8b]"I shall trust in your wisdom, then, your highness,"[/color] he replied, before straightening back up as the others started talking about the short 'exhibition' they'd just witnessed. There wasn't any doubt as to who'd won, of course—not in Fionn's mind, at least. Any fool brazen or stupid enough to challenge their own brother to a duel in the middle of a royal ball likely wouldn't have the cleverness or true experience to keep up with Renar's blade work.

Certainly not after all the various tricks and strategies that were shared on the practice field between multiple of the knights. Somehow, he doubted that Felix would be particularly receptive to such things from [i]his[/i] fellows, if Fionn's initial read on the man's demeanour was accurate.

[color=#008b8b]"Now, shall we follow along with your sister and the others? Or, perhaps, go and peruse the rest of the banquet tables. Why, they had the largest cake on display, nearly as large as you—"[/color] As he turned, about to point the cake out (perhaps pointlessly, it began to occur to him, as it likely wasn't a surprise to Maletha), he was shocked into a sudden silence by the cake's conspicuous absence. Surely it had been there when he'd last looked in that direction a few moments ago?

[color=#008b8b]"Wait, where'd the cake go?"[/color]

Hopefully being a 'stalwart ball knight' did not come with cake guarding duty. It would be a poor showing for both himself and the Roses if he was to be fired before the night even ended.