[color=peru][center][h2]Knight Devout
Captain Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 10th Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Castle Ballroom - Starry Night Ball
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/EmYn6ku.png]Military Dress[/url]
[color=peru]Accent:[/color] Thick Scottish
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] [@Redking0380] Fareed
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

Stratya had been addressing the servant. The curious [color=peru]“hm?”[/color] that came from her as she turned should indicate that, [color=peru]“oh, well, if yerr nae fussed tae eat with th’ staff in th’ morrnin’. Got tae do somethin’ with all that brread, anyway. I rrememberr how dreadful some guard details can be, aye? At least then, y’ might get tae stand outside, instead of standin’ by an’ watchin’. The castle guards ‘ave it rrough, only able tae stand an’ watch all this food ‘n drrink.”[/color]

The varied skilled of Alidasht craftsmen interested the captain, and she found herself curious of what the man meant when he said requests were wildly varied in feasibility, but before she could really pose a question to him,

[color=EFA73B]“... current state of dress is atrocious…”[/color]

The swallow of mead she’d just taken was the last, her lips shut and her stein tilted down,

[color=EFA73B]“..mistake covered in flamboyance…”[/color]

Her stein lowered and was met with her left hand, holding it steady in front of her as she took a glance or two around the room. She could feel her cheeks flushing, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

[color=EFA73B]“..charlatan seamstress.”[/color]

Swords and arrows? Sure. Twenty men in battle? More? Fine! Making a [i]bleedin’ fool[/i] of herself despite her station and all the necks stuck out for her?

She was blushing, embarrassed and disappointed in herself for having been so sloppy in her presentation this evening,[color=peru] “.. is it tha’ bad?”[/color]

Garcian’s right again, huh?