[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Raineh Daze][@Psyker Landshark][@VitaVitaAR]
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Content that Gerard would see to his self-preservation, Fionn quickly settled to gathering up gear for himself and those others of their group who hadn't followed along to the armoury. It was rather simple for him, at least; an aketon, a hauberk that fit over it, simple greaves, vambraces, and gauntlets that fit. Strapping the belt that held his knives back on over the hauberk to take some of the weight off his shoulders brought him roughly back to his standard battlefield wear. Strapping a sallet on under his chin finished his preparations quite quickly, leaving him free to pack other items on the cart to take back.

Though Lein didn't end up with half as fancy of a quiver as he had asked.

After reconvening in the great hall, he followed along silently to Elisandre's personal chamber, the paintings passing by unnoticed as his eyes roved the halls ahead of them for any sign of an attack. Other than his walking the most sound that came from him was that of his devouring the few mincemeat hand pies he'd grabbed before setting off. Fighting on an empty stomach, if it came to it, would be a terrible idea.

Of course, he'd also made sure to swipe a small bowl full of the candied fruits that Maletha had seemed so enamored with, to help cheer the poor girl up a bit. Given that they made it back to Elisandre's room unmolested, it seemed like the chances of that were better than he might have expected; as Tyaethe took up conversation with the younger princess, Renar with the elder, he wordlessly set the sweets on the nightstand near the bed and took a position near Adeforth, able to split his attention between the doors to the balcony and the exit to the hallway as Renar finished his critique of the novel at hand.

[color=#008b8b]"I haven't read many books. Is it one you'd recommend, your highness?"[/color]