[@Lady Sven]


As much as Azerus would love to just slip back into the nostalgic familiarity of high class castle society, that he has lived and known from behind the secluded hidden confines of closed doors and heavy shadows his whole life. He wasn't so sure he could just go waltzing back in so soon. 

Not while there were still those that would recognise him, not while he still appeared the way he did, not while an unidentified royal murderer still ran free.

While most of the castle occupants wouldn't recognise him, having never laid eyes upon him even though he lived right under their noses, his appearance would still cause question and stir, so close to the queens tragic demise.
And then there were those that Azerus was running from. As much as he would love to flaunt his new found freedom in open sight he knew not of their intentions or how desperate and deep their desires ran. His ego and pride could jeopardise Christopher's mission and life. He couldn't risk that by good conscious.

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Azerus snapped back to reality only to realise he had been standing awkwardly in silence as Chris patiently awaited a reply. Caught in the throws of beginning a sentence  with a face somewhere between a smile and frown Azerus only manages a stammer, failing to find words to rectify the situation. Finally after settled thoughts and a breath he speaks his reply.

"[color=red]Ah you have already done much for me, now I must start fulfilling my role. If I am to be a lieutenant then I must be acting like one and get to know the, uh, [i]troops[/i]. I will meet you in the morning.[/color]" 

With hesitation he unclips his shining new sword from its belt and delicately hands it over to Christopher.

"[color=red]Just don't forget to bring that![/color]" he adds in with a friendly smile and nod.

Already he had grown admiration for this man in the way he interacted with the people of the street. He was truly of his families blood, it appeared as though that blood lineage couldn't produce an ill human if it tried.
That thought was a sad reminder of the deceased queen, also an affirmation that a man was made by his heritage and blood, and Azerus couldn't deny his own was anything but righteous or clean.

The high hopes and uplifting confidence that was instilled simply by being around Christopher quickly faded as Azerus made his way back to the bar to see the others he would be travelling with.