[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Eisenhorn][@Octo]

An understated lesson Cyrus had beaten into him (literally, this being more a byproduct of weathering the task than an outright communication between the two of them) was a reminder of the value inherent to recognition of small, incremental victories. "Take what you can get" was a phrase that had of course never left the "oaf's" catalogue of old standbys, but there was a difference in remembering it and truly needing to [i]live[/i] it.

It was a nice enough surprise that Gertrude had let him off the hook with just "oaf", he supposed, but perhaps it was more downstream of him reinforcing her deductions than anything else. He doubted he'd truly earned a lot of goodwill in either case.

Regardless. They had a job to do, not interpersonal work dynamics to muse on. He stepped forward as his fellows began to fold the investigation in with that of with Court Mage Arken, gauntleted fist tapping against one of Rolan's pauldrons. Much like Renar, he too had sort of drifted away into the outskirts as things left his field of competence. Once you went into the finer details of fey magic beyond the warnings and customs a rural boy worth his salt knew by heart, things went over his head fairly quick.

[color=goldenrod]"I'll tag along. With two we cover more ground, cross-reference finds, and keep an eye on eachother in the event we risk running into trouble."[/color]