Gertrude swore as Tyaethe dragged her along, but at least trusted the Vampire enough not to do anything about it. Gretchen followed, less petulant and more concerned. The duo was made to take the sights in quickly, or not at all. Gertrude already knew that she wasn't participating. She wasn't a knight, and had little in the way of martial capability. Blowing up aa arena made for a very short show, after all. Gertrude just figured she would eat something while the witless dullards bashed each other's heads in.

Apparently, Tyaethe had other plans in mind. Given how the scenery evolved as they traveled, Gertrude assumed they were going to the posh section. The [i]amount[/i] of posh, however, she couldn't have guessed. Gertrude's eyes flickered to the colors of the crown knights as Tyaethe explained almost nothing to her.

"Haaah? I don't need a bloody babysitter-" Gertrude began to complain, a weird feeling in her gut as she was pulled into a room with three very distinctive blondes. She quickly quieted herself as Tyaethe introduced them.

Yaya would pay for this later. She was still in a bloody maid uniform!

"A-ah... your highnesses. A pleasure," Gertrude said as Gretchen quickly moved to flank Tyaethe's other side, "Gertrude. A mage in association with the Iron Rose Knights."

Gertrude and Gretchen curtseyed as a pair.

"Gretchen, a researcher."

As Gertrude smiled at the occupants, her hand squeezed Tyaethe's as hard as she could muster. It wasn't much, but it was clear that if Gertrude was capable of crushing the woman's hand, she would have. As Gertrude seethed quietly, Gretchen turned to Haizea.

"Oh, you call her 'Yaya' too? You must be friends."