ULRIC
Ulric regards the man with a critical eye as he listens. Perhaps moving closer to the Citadel would be wiser so that he may alert the others should something happen, but patrolling from within the walls of the stony building? “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he admits after a moment, dark lips pursing together with thought, “Staying inside would only hinder my ability to keep watch over the land. Should it fall under attack, we wouldn’t know until the danger was at our doorstep.” Quite literally, and that certainly wouldn’t bode well for anyone trapped inside during an attack.
His presumption had been correct, however; this man of sooty brown held allegiance with the Dawn Court, but in a much higher degree than Ulric did himself. He was no commoner, this stranger of the night, but the Sovereign of the Court, of all things. For a moment, the roan looks absolutely mortified, his mouth falling open as he fumbles for a response. He knows little of his Sovereign, just a snippet or two from Somnus, and so fears for having upset him and thus making a bad first impression to his superior – yet at the same time, Ulric stands by his statement all the same.
Dipping his head with respect, the warrior finds his voice. “An honor to finally meet you, Sir,” he greets before lifting his head once more and focusing his golden eyes on Kasil’s similarly hued ones. “My apologies for coming off too blunt. I only wish to see everyone safe for all their days. If it’s an escort back to the citadel that you need, I would be pleased to accompany you the rest of the way.”
His presumption had been correct, however; this man of sooty brown held allegiance with the Dawn Court, but in a much higher degree than Ulric did himself. He was no commoner, this stranger of the night, but the Sovereign of the Court, of all things. For a moment, the roan looks absolutely mortified, his mouth falling open as he fumbles for a response. He knows little of his Sovereign, just a snippet or two from Somnus, and so fears for having upset him and thus making a bad first impression to his superior – yet at the same time, Ulric stands by his statement all the same.
Dipping his head with respect, the warrior finds his voice. “An honor to finally meet you, Sir,” he greets before lifting his head once more and focusing his golden eyes on Kasil’s similarly hued ones. “My apologies for coming off too blunt. I only wish to see everyone safe for all their days. If it’s an escort back to the citadel that you need, I would be pleased to accompany you the rest of the way.”
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@Kasil I'M SO SORRY @0@
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