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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Cherle d'Artoe seethed at Wulfric and the Kirins alike, his nostrils puffing out and veins pulsing in his forehead. Izayoi frowned at the byplay from Edreni nobleman and some of their party alike, her hand surreptitiously going down towards her blade. Certainly, she'd [i]try[/i] not to kill the buffoon should he more than likely attack them, but if he pressed the matter...

Fortunately for the young nobleman, an attendant clad in heavy plate and an armet leaned over to whisper in his ear, and Lord d'Artoe visibly swallowed his pride, relenting as he stepped back. 

[b]"This is [i]not[/i] over."[/b] He hissed, his gaze passing over every non-Skaeler and Esben and Eliane alike. [b]"Pray we never cross paths where [i]I[/i] have primacy and jurisdiction, lest I revisit this humiliation upon you tenfold."[/b] And with that, Cherle and his party of a dozen men turned and began making for the north, likely back towards Caerdaran where the Kirins had just came from. 

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Wulfric and his men escorted the erstwhile Warriors of Light the remaining half a day through Demet territory to the castle itself, making good time now that the interruption had been dealt with. Quick words towards waiting servants upon arrival had the Kirins situated within a waiting room, with servants bringing in refreshments as they waited for their host's arrival. 

The individual members of the party didn't go unnoticed, of course. Rudolf was already well-known to the servants, and was greeted with familiar ease. Being a Knight Dragoon, Galahad was treated with deference appropriate to his station, as were Esben and Eliane from their dress and uniform befitting them as Skaeler officials. Miina's mode of dress was enough to disguise her origins, and she was treated with no more or less decorum than was appropriate for any seeming merchant or minor noble. As for Chisato and Izayoi...while they weren't actively discriminated against, it was clear that the servants were fulfilling the bare minimum possible for good and efficient service, not going out of their way to converse more than they had to or to be in their presence at all.

For her part, Izayoi simply frowned, drinking nothing but water as she narrowed her eyes in distaste at the very obviously Edreni decor. At present, there was naught to do other than converse with Wulfric or simply wait for Earl Demet to receive them.