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The presence of Lord Grimm caused the air in the great hall to shift yet again, this time giving off a mysterious awe and terror that no man from below these mountains could possibly fathom. Geoffrey leaned back in his chair as the two daughters sat, Esmeralda having given her faith to the White Rock Confederacy to secure her place upon the throne of the great castle. He raised his drink, as did his companions and opponents, as the lord spoke, and drank deeply of the sour wine that had filled it, chuckling to himself as he heard the large Onyxian noble he had spotted earlier boasting his words in such a profane manner.

Geoffrey set his goblet in front of him and twisted his head around, looking down the long dining hall toward Lord Grimm and began puzzling - he should have opposed the formality earlier to see if the lord had lifted his visor to take a drink, though it seemed rather obvious to him now that it probably hadn't occurred. The giant of a man in such thickly clad armor seemed so foreign to everything else in the room, a bulwark of strength to even the largest of the Onyxian knights present. Geoffrey leaned forward again, placing his forearms against the edge of the table to balance himself, looked down to the obtuse noble who was standing and had blubbered out his niceties, and called down to him.

"Good sir, it humbles me to be sat alongside one of such stature as yourself! Aye, even the belly of a pig could oink a courtesy if it would do the swine favor!" With this, a few of Geoffrey's men laughed and jeered, one even spat his food onto his plate with the excitement that had possessed him. It's true, the farming folk of White Rock were not a neat and orderly bunch, but one could always expect a great deal of effort on their part when one was to be made a fool of.

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