[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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The past few days had brought Galahad little comfort, broken rib and injured shoulder aside, the thought of Valon having joined the enemy troubled him. He'd yet to talk it over in depth with the others, as he was busy trying to get his head wrapped around the idea itself. Valheim now had their own dragoons- fake as they were, they still had potential against the people of their lands, perhaps the Kirins were a bit too much sport for them to handle, but an average infantryman? That begged the question, just how long had Valon been a traitor, to have trained them like he did, and were there more than just him? What or who was this 'True King' he mentioned? Valheim? Valon had more or less made himself an enemy of the crown with such a statement. Even after his wounds healed, his mind remained troubled still.

Drana Asnaeu, even it's idyllic city of Costa Del Sol, would grant them little reprieve it seemed. Guardsmen accosted the the moment they stepped off the ship, spears pointed and tensions flaring almost immediately. As Esben made his attempts to smooth things over, Galahad placed an armored arm protectively in front of their white mage, though it seemed more spears were pointed at him than at her. 

Eliane, for her part laid things out rather plainly, Team Kirin- though perhaps not [i]starting[/i] as such, was now more or less a combined delegation of both Skael and Edren representatives- one could even argue Ciradyl and Izayoi constituted representatives of Osprey's government in exile. The Kirins may have been outmatched numerically, but as Valheim's continued attempts to defeat them had proved, they were certainly not outmatched in quality and skill. 

Tucking his helmet in the crook of his arm, his wicked halberd- for the lack of a better place to store it- resting on his shoulder, Galahad merely glanced at the men surrounding them and shrugged. 

[color=lightblue]"They speak the truth. We are not abductors, quite the opposite in fact."[/color] Galahad said in a tired voice, glancing around at the speartips pointed at them. [color=lightblue]"I do believe my dearest cousin, [i]Leonhart VII[/i] would be rather upset to learn if I've been taken into custody, after all we have been led to believe that our nations have shared fruitful relations up until this point. To put it plainly: rest your spears. I believe this is best a matter settled with words and the Grovemasters, armed conflict will benefit few, nor would I feel comfortable harming the countrymen of a dear friend."[/color]