[center][h3]Sir Edwin Stormcrest?[/h3][/center]
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[@Moonberry]

Titles
[color=#0E0101][Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baron] B, [Apprentice Lancer], [Power Potential], [Get Looped], [Dark Knight], [Knight in Black], [Dark Horseman] - #0E0101[/color]
Noteworthy Skills: [Resilient Surprised], Regeneration F
Asset Goal: ?

Edwin’s icy-blue eyes scanned the chamber, his nature easily picking up how pride overflowed it. After all, how could it not? The baron was a creature of pride himself, yet his own was grounded in more palpable reasons.

[color=#0E0101]“This sort of looks is perfect to hide the rot and weakness underneath.”[/color] Answering Aedrianna, the dark armored knight stood beside her, arm hooked around hers initially. With his orbs gleaming towards all the opulence in luxury of that place, he found himself at home, truly, except for what was lurking under this façade.

[color=#0E0101]“It could very well be that what was attained was only thanks to the cult’s influence, or perhaps the hopes are for this organization to rise this family over a stagnation that it might have hit on its own.”[/color] Those were his best thoughts about the motivations on why would seem to be tied up to it.

Turning his head towards her, Edwin flashed a knowing smile. [color=#0E0101]“Too much coincidence is a telling sign of no coincidence at all.”[/color] Nodding, he continued. [color=#0E0101]“Indeed, let’s participate and find out what these whelps are actually planning.”[/color]

He then leaned over his lover, his face approaching hers until they were a hair width apart. [color=#0E0101]“Take care, my darling. Give them hell and, if you need my presence, you need just to call me.”[/color] Keeping the close, almost touching distance for a moment longer, the dark horseman retreated.

Soon enough, his heavy footsteps began as he strutted towards the Pavillon’s central registry. Only half-way towards the counter, had his armed unhooked from Aedrianna, not he suspected the surrounding nobles would even have noticed: they seem too focused inward to notice anything at all.

And, upon reaching the registry, he put on his most prideful display. Or was it arrogance? Both walked hand-in-hand, after all. [color=#0E0101]“What a quaint little competition, it is being held here.”[/color] He began towards whoever was tending the registration, tone half amused, half unimpressed. [color=#0E0101]“It certainly caught my eye that there is even a swordsmanship competition, as I was led to believe ‘Duchy folk’ don’t have the most developed physical abilities.”[/color]

With the briefest stings of condescension, he flashed the person a smile. [color=#0E0101]“Might take a gander at it and see what this place can offer in the more physical of matters. Lord Marcher Edwin Stormcrest from Ryke.”[/color] While saying his name, it was as if he expected that alone was enough to have his presence in it confirmed.