[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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[color=goldenrod]"A white mask, huh? Hm."[/color] he grunted, turning his gaze upward in thought as sticking around inevitably drew him into the conversation as well— seemed she was irked at the concealment of the bigger picture, not having a lead that she could really force into a wedge to pry the veil open with. A rare concern for the experiences he'd lived beforehand, but for her...

[color=goldenrod]"I'd heard some mumbling when my old band got dissolved about a few guys continuing in offshoot elsewhere... but there's no way it could have been them. Not enough time to pull together funding to get mired into all this, put that many Boars on payroll, or scoop up any mage worth their salt in the arcane, let alone one that could manage what we went over in the debrief. It's true. That isn't much of anything to work with."[/color]

Leadership meant taking stock of more than just state of one's own men— it was the environment, it was the supply, it was the opportunity available to you. More than maybe anyone, her business was not only the Knights, but the world around them as well. Eyes, Ears, Tongue, Nose— every sensory organ [i]was[/i] at the head. The captain didn't have luxury he'd always enjoyed, of focusing on simply executing the task placed in front of him— she was the one who was saddled with the responsibility for the how, the why, the where and when.

She clearly had heavy regard for the lives of those she commanded, as well. The three of them together like this, it was easy to let the mind drift back to the raid on Jeremiah's encampment, in their swift but vicious clash with the Bandit King. A wrong step there had caused Sir Rickart to die. As things stood, a wrong step here, when dealing with such a fundamental curse upon the world as the Shards of Angoron... much the same, doubtless, was on the table. And yet that responsibility, as sworn protectors, would not abide them doing nothing with this. To sit idly and let whatever machinations they'd walked into play out until hands were shown would be inexcusable. Nothing good could come of anything involving what they'd uncovered in the past two days.

[color=goldenrod]"If we know our enemies're on hunt for them, I do think it'd make sense to do what we can to cut them off by getting a hold the shards first."[/color] he offered, nodding to Fionn before continuing. [color=goldenrod]"And since that'd require safe containment and transport, it'd be another angle you could take from going down the line Fionn's talking about— the people involved with the exchange originally must have had some means of doing so. 'What was supposed to be happening' hand in hand with 'How it was supposed to happen'."[/color]

From the corner of his view, a steadily growing mass of dark color tipped in staglike horns had finally stopped, waited for his moment to cut in, and greeted them all— quick to find looks of his concern brushed aside, ill-placed.

[color=goldenrod]"No occasion, just needed to get ahold of Fionn for something and it looks like we all blundered into eachother,"[/color] he breathed, before noting the held gaze settling on the wrapped arm, the gauzed jaw with a blink that almost seemed puzzled. [color=goldenrod]"And me? I'm fine. This is all just doctor's orders, I've let the march heal worse."[/color]

He jerked a thumb in the direction of the veltic swordsman, an amused grin sliding across his features for a moment. This was gonna be Hope all over again if he let it, wasn't it?

[color=goldenrod]"Your concern is appreciated, but he and I were fighting men well before we became knights, Sir Steffen. He can handle his duels, I can handle a scratch or two. Battlefields were our workplace since we were younger than the Captain, here."[/color]

He tapped his skull twice with a fingertip, right by the temple.

[color=goldenrod]"The [i]thinking[/i] we're doing to try and lend her a hand's the harder part. So saying, Captain, you obviously oughta be taking what I say with a grain of salt. Fionn's got a point in keeping your focus tight and manageable."[/color]