[h2][color=lightblue]Rolan[/color][/h2]

Rolan was not certain what response to expect from Lady Beaux, but watching her go as pink as her hair before beginning to stammer was not one. She had given it thought, fittingly, though seemed to have no intent to carry out such a tradition here at the tournament. That resolved that, as far as Rolan was concerned, then. To call her embarrassed was an understatement, though that left Rolan feeling more awkward than anything else. Romantic maneuverings were not his forte, regardless of cultural tradition or approach, though it did not seem that Ser Renar shared any feelings in regards to response to Lady Beaux's embarrassment. Mercifully for all parties involved, the moment did not drag for too long.

A horn sounded, clear across the tournament grounds, announced a call to arms for the beginning of the tournament. The reason the Roses were here and, by extension, the reason Rolan was here. Ser Renar wasted no time, bidding farewell and making for the tournament grounds proper. For his part, Rolan did not instantly stalk off towards the call to arms, feeling some obligation to at least be polite instead of taking off after Ser Renar.

[color=lightblue]"Well timed interruption, that. You are welcome to walk along if you'd like, otherwise, I wish you good fortune in the tournament and your duels during it."[/color]

Rolan would give Lady Beaux a chance to answer, regardless of her answer, but Rolan would not be found running late for the beginning of the tournament proper. One way or another, it was time for him to test himself in a contest he did not consider himself well suited for, but would participate in to the best of his ability all the same.