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No matter how much Esben had advocated caution, Éliane had been looking forward to some sort of fight or brawl and she was somewhat disappointed that she didn’t get to witness one. Intellectually, she knew it was for the best, but she couldn’t help it with her nature. Oh well, there was always next time. 

While her own manners had suffered in the course of their journey, she still made a formal introduction befitting her as a representative of Skael as she did with certain… previous Edrenian nobles, although this time things went far better.

Most of the byplay between Rudolf and Wulfric as well as the household staff was lost on Éliane, given Edrenian noble politics was very much not her expertise, but she could at least get the gist without directly asking Rudolf about the strange treatment from the household servants. 

Frankly, if she was served whiskey instead of apple juice she would be rather happy, even if she still preferred a certain caffeinated beverage over all else. Unlike Galahad, embellished or not, Éliane ate up Wulfric’s stories. While she didn’t quite hang on to every word, the pink-haired officer had always been fond of these sorts of tavern tales and she had to admit seeing the way Galahad and Rudolf look a bit put out was also amusing to her, especially after she urged the young nobleman to continue his stories. 

Before long, she was chiming with stories of her own misadventures.