[b]Name:[/b] Gwendolyn [b]Level:[/b] 1 [b]Race:[/b] Elf [b]Class:[/b] White Mage [b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 2? / Morning [b]Location:[/b] The Fat King's Castle - Great Hall [b]Tagging:[/b] [@Fetzen] [@Zelosse] Gwendolyn got up and sat down, a bit relieved to not be in that position anymore and glad her hood covered her blushing. [i][color=dodgerblue] "Fine first impressions we've made." [/color][/i] But she accepted the princess's silent apology with a quick smile. At least they had one friend here. Until Shama's replacement showed up, it was only going to be the two of them to rely on. Any support within would help. All they could do was wait, watch, and try not to make any more scenes like had happened already. The blush grew brighter and her hands tightly gripped the table as she heard the taunts toward Kerylun. She was sorely tempted to break that last one. How dare they speak about him that way! Why did people like that enjoy having a target to ridicule? Why poke at the most different ones? The only good thing was that they finally got him a seat, but even that was more a taunting thing. And here she was, not doing anything to stop it and not sure if she could. Then the gargoyle turned towards her and whispered, [color=gray] "I can clearly see the point in why the Bridge Lords don't bother about attacking the King himself... Judging by this chair, the man must be so incredibly fat that he'll probably die from a spontaneous heart attack anyway. Are there any special DLC consumables I've missed in the shop that give you this appearance ? Not that I'd like to try them out myself, but I could resell them to newbs who don't know what they force their characters to eat..." [/color] The elf smirked and felt her own tension ease. If he could brush it off, things would be fine. Besides, if they were able to have him hide among the gargoyle statues, he would be able to avoid a lot of in the face comments. She continued to scan the room for anything suspicious, but ready to deflect attention off from Kerylun when she could.