[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Galahad dreaded every step he took towards his childhood home, not just because he wasn't looking forward to being home so soon, but also due to the company he kept. His family guards for their part, reacted more or less as he expected-at least no weapons were drawn, though one could never really sheath lances. The Caradoc Manor was a large home of classic Edrenian architecture, built from slabs of white marble and gilded with the Caradoc family crest. For all of its grandeur, the home felt as cold and imposing as it always did as Galahad made his way up the steps of the building. At the front door, a man at arms silently welcomed them, holding the door open for they entered. The interior of the manor was just as opulent as the outside. Fine carpeting stretched across the cold marble floor, its high walls and ceilings adorned with gold and jewel encrusted weapons and artwork. The ceiling itself was a tapestry of the Caradoc family line, and its accomplishments, starting generations back, endless depictions of gallant Caradoc men bearing pristine silver and blue plate. 

Underneath a mural of his own likeness stood his father, Artorias Caradoc. None to pleased to see what Galahad had brought back home. Galahad couldn't help but sigh as his father demanded an explanation.

[color=lightblue]"It appears as though his Majesty's call also extended to mages, spies, and swords both named and nameless."[/color] Galahad replied curtly. The two men stood across from one another, a sourcless tension between the two, almost palpable enough to snap like a band. [color=lightblue]" Leonhart has instructed me to find and end the Blight. Our groups were picked by the king himself. If this troubles you, I advise you to take it up with your nephew."[/color]

[b]"Insolence."[/b] The older Caradoc practically spat, though whether it was directed towards Galahad or the king himself was not entirely clear. [b]"To bring the Demon to your own home, to stand in front of her with your back exposed. Galahad, I know not if you are a fool, or merely foolish. How bleak things have become."[/b]

[color=lightblue]"The demon, the spy, the sword and the mage helped me save the king from an attempt on his life."[/color] Galahad reminded him, [color=lightblue]"Without them, Edren's future would be considerably more bleak."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Regardless. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that we do not plan to stay for long. Once we resupply, we'll be off."[/color] Galahad stated curtly, though the sound of the door opening behind his father stopped any further reply.

[b]"Surely you don't plan to leave without even having dinner with your family?"[/b] in almost stark contrast to the cold callousness of the two Caradoc men, this voice was considerably warmer, as his mother stepped out to greet the Kirins.