[center][h2][color=#b3431e]House[/color] [color=#ff8c00]Demet[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#b3431e]"So there I was, elbow-deep in this Blight-twisted bear, blood running down my arm, still had half a sandwich in my mouth, when [i]Cuno[/i] sneaks up behind me and just starts aping its growling—"[/color]

Wulfric, of course, after he'd gotten over laughing at Rudolf's reaction to the whisky he'd been offered, had dove right into telling a story to his favourite dragoon. [color=#b3431e]"—about like that groan Rudi just had, only three times as loud. I'd just gotten my hand on the thing's heart, and my nerves were still a bit high after the fight, so when I jumped back the organ came with and I spiked it straight into his chest. I've never [i]seen[/i] the man so affronted."[/color] He was at least fairly certain that Galahad had met the presumptive heir of the Sagramori leader, so hopefully the dragoon could also enjoy the thought of the normally-severe warrior covered in blackened blood and just as shocked as his target.

Assuming Galahad could get past having Wulfric try and regale him with tales of what he'd missed since they'd last seen each other, of course. Thanks to the letters that had been sent by Rudolf, there was precious little opportunity for any stories to come from the Kirins' leader's side.

He looked over to the rest, as the servants went about ministering to their various needs, frowning for a moment. [color=#b3431e]"I promise, they're not trying to be rude. Quite the opposite, they'd rather not give any accidental offense,"[/color] he said to Izayoi and Chisato. [color=#b3431e]"Given the recent past, I'm not sure I can blame them, but even if it struggles to seem like it you [i]are[/i] all welcome here. Right, Balder?"[/color]

[b]"Of course, milord. The household's opinion on that mess is quite clear, and your father wasn't about to let anybody who disagreed have any chance to come near his guests."[/b]

[color=#ff8c00]"Indeed. I'm sure that no fewer than half of the young lord Caradoc's relatives have been praying for my misfortune since I made my thoughts known about all of that. Not that it should have [i]surprised[/i] any of them, but I can't account for the thoughts of, hmm, [i]northern barbarians."[/i][/color]

The grey-haired lord of the Demet March spoke through a crack in one hallway door, before pushing it open and walking through. He brushed one stray lock out of his eyes with an irritable flick, before looking over the assembled party. [color=#ff8c00]"Apologies for not having more to offer you at the moment, but they're a bit busy preparing dinner for all of us to really give any better snacks. Or entertainment—I'm sure Wulf likes to talk about his childhood friend with his childhood target, but I can't imagine that interests any of the rest of you. Or the one hearing the story, for that matter."[/color]

[color=#b3431e]"You get what you pay for, of course."[/color]

[color=#ff8c00]"One would think so many years of my life were worth more,"[/color] came the equally-dry reply, father furrowing his brows at his son before turning back to the rest. [color=#ff8c00]"Before anything, accommodations. Your chocobos are being settled in the stables, of course, and we'll have a spot for your Moogle if he wishes to avail himself of it. Galahad, if you or whoever else among yours you trust with it can get with him and get me a list of any provisions you'll need, all the better. All individual rooms, or are there any pairs I should be warned of?"[/color]