[color=silver][center][h2][color=#915027]𝔏𝔢𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔲ð𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫[/color][/h2]
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The confrontation with the Unicorns seemed so far away that it might as well have happened on another continent. Every bit of the viera's attention was reserved for the king and his knights. Any one of them could turn out a zealous fool, eager to please his king by opening fire at a perceived dissident. None of them did. Well-behaved, these pups.

The viera could've sworn he caught a threat of a frown on the king's face, though it was gone by the time he spoke. His tone was calm, placating, and in its formality, devoid of sympathy for the fallen. Leifur would have preferred the humanity of a frown, of [i]anger[/i]. This... was all so very practiced; flattery and excuses, wrapped up in empty promises, all to say that he had, in fact, been entirely unprepared for the occasion. 

The king truly was but a boy - and quick to try and shift responsibility to another, Leifur noted, as Leonhart directed the group's attention to his cousin. The king must've known his trust was a burden most heavy for a knight. 

[color=#915027]"Keep your guards, we can do without,"[/color] Leifur spat as he turned to leave, one ear already turned to listen in on the conversation starting a little ways ahead. Something about a leader. Before letting up his glare, however, he added: [color=#915027]"I should hope that along with the birds and the bread, what you'll offer us in the morrow is all you've gathered of tonight's attack. Their means, motive, something, [i]anything[/i], before we set out to risk life and limb for your cause." [/color]

Were the Valheimians truly so hellbent on stopping anyone from retrieving the Light? Surely one of them must've talked, or at the very least let slip something in a moment of anger or fear. Or so he hoped.

The conversation Leifur arrived to was indeed one of leadership. Izayoi nominated Galahad. More trust, more responsibility, piled onto someone so young - if, so far, capable. But then, looking at their group, they didn't exactly have an abundance of options.

Zeidgram seemed to think otherwise. In a move that raised the viera's brow, the mage nominated Arton. Not the worst choice to be sure, but still a peculiar one. Leifur couldn't imagine it came from an unbiased mind. What was the man planning?

[color=#915027]"However fond of him you are, he lacks the experience and authority. A fine soldier does not equal a fine leader,"[/color] Leifur stated outright, arms crossed upon approach. [color=#915027]"This is not a game, mage. You've offered no grounds for your support of him, or for your disdain towards Galahad. And it isn't for a lack of love for words. Whatever happened to the prose?"[/color]

He shook his head, certainly not waiting for an answer. [color=#915027]"I concur with Izayoi. Until he gives me reason to think otherwise, I'm in support of the lordling." [/color]

And if he ever did prove to be lacking, it wouldn't be the first time Leifur disobeyed authority.
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