[h2]Garcian Laflamme[/h2]
Interactions: Iyen [@Apex Sunburn]

The steward had remained, both for the opportunity to see the absolute [i]catastrophe[/i] of it all, but also to serve Stratya in her needs. She did well enough, in this echelon of society, but she struggled with some of the finer points. It was the way she was, ah, [i]usually[/i] so respectful, the etiquette came to her naturally. Her stumblings were to be expected, considering her background. That was why he was here, why Raynor had sent him to serve her.

While two servants Gracian had recruited retrieved and brought mead to Lady Zarai and Torvi each, the steward himself brought forward a vessel for the guard woman of the foreign sea captain, despite the [i]riotous[/i] energy at the intersection of the center table and the high table just next to her. Things were reaching a peak, Duke Lorenzo was just now advancing on the high table, Her Highness Princess Anastasia had called her th-… [i]threat[/i], to Lord Cassius Damian. Things seemed like they were about to boil over, but he had a task to complete, and he should be safe doing it, as long as he kept his head down. Taking the position between Iyen and the empty seat of Sjan-dehk, Garcian gently laid down a mug of amber mead, the appearance of which was not unlike a stein full of honey. The consistency was, naturally, much thinner.

“Compliments of Captain Durmand. Behind you and to the left, with the mantle of a boar.” Couldn’t miss her. A beat, and he added, “I believe she thought you were dissatisfied with the wine. Please, enjoy.”

The professional servant would then retreat from the developing scene not far away, reluctant to get caught up. No, he’d rather watch from afar. If he knew the captain’s enthusiasms at all, she would want to make her brother’s mead more known, as well. If he watched carefully, he just might be able to spot more opportunities to advertise as the show went on.