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[center][h3]--Varanheim - Alkautsar--[/h3][/center]

[color=d62524][i]Oh my~?[/i][/color] What an interesting turn of events. At first, Evelyn believed that she was the last to arrive, but she was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong. Two more interesting individuals made their presence known; the first one was an armored swordswoman riding a steed, a fellow human who shared a nearly identical hair color and style as herself, albeit her locks had an orange ombre to them and she sported amber irises instead. She was... gorgeous, for a lack of better words, at least Evelyn believed so. Little did the young girl know, she admired her father so much that she became subconsciously partial to people sharing his traits, and the warrioress who just introduced herself as Carnatia definitely qualified as one, small differences in detail aside. As such, without even realizing it, Eve found herself not-so-subtly staring at the exiled noble...

[color=d62524][b]"...-eh?"[/b][/color] Fortunately for her noblesse oblige reputation, the other new arrivals broke her out of her trance by introducing himself. An absolutely [i]massive[/i] specimen of an armored knight, towering above even Engelbert and Tillius, the de facto tallest member of the group. Eve had to crane her neck up as high as she could go just to even gaze at his collarbone area. Like Engelbert, she couldn't see much due to Forban's full armor, but he most likely wasn't human, nor elven, one of the Djinn races, perhaps? Nevertheless, he appeared to be a cordial fellow, well, as expected from Vesemir, the entrepreneur explorer was eccentric, but not stupid, [color=d62524][b]"Indeed you are, Sir Spiser, please make yourself at home."[/b][/color] Evelyn gestured toward the encampment, taking the initiative to invite the gentle giant into the group.

As for the Gray Flame, due to the convenience of having confidential information courtesy of her father, Evelyn found his reactions to her presence to be... within expectations. After all, the only one guaranteed to know she's coming was Vesemir, while the masked elf was up for debate. However, judging from this turn of events, it was safe to conclude that Gray wasn't informed beforehand, or at least not the whole picture. [color=d62524][i]Fufu~[/i][/color] She found the result to be quite amusing. Soon enough, they finished bickering with victory firmly in the hands of the monocled elf.

By the time Gray returned to her, Evelyn was already wearing a small, subtle, yet noticeably sly smirk. A single expression that spoke a thousand words, a facial gesture that basically said "It's all proceeding according to my plan~". Out of all the possible questions he'd ask her, inquiring about her father was among the most expected, very well, she shall humor him, after all, they're old friends, [color=d62524][b]"Father dearest is doing well, Sir Gray, thank you for your concern. To add, the same can be said for mother and my brothers and sisters as well,"[/b][/color] After a short pause, Eve coyly clasped her hands behind her back as she leaned forward ever so slightly, [color=d62524][b]"Do forgive my presumptuousness, but if you're worried for my well-being, please don't. I'm very much capable of taking care of myself."[/b][/color] 

To give proof to her claim, Evelyn brandished her enchanted rapier from its scabbard, then began performing deft swordplay, showing off the results of her training, her performance further augmented by her equally-enchanted dress. She then finished off with a flourish, the tip of her sword ending up being pointed toward Gray's collarbone, [color=d62524][b]"And this is but a small sample of what I can do, Sir Gray."[/b][/color]

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