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

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[color=goldenrod]"As he says."[/color] Gerard affirmed, tone even, measured. A big step in the right direction that this newcomer appeared before them openly, hiding neither his weapons nor his intent, as far as he could read— all points worth noting. Feeling how the air shifted and the trees sang when this gangly newcomer spoke, there was little doubt in Gerard's mind that, had this figure the intent, one or more of their number would be dead before they'd known their first battle had lured another to their midst. [color=goldenrod]"We were met with a plea for help from one who was in need, and as Knights of the Iron Rose have a duty to answer."[/color]

He inclined his head and shoulders, sure to nod a little lower, if only just. He did not want to compromise his stance yet, nor was he in the presence of royalty or the Knight-Captain fully invoking Command— but there was the overwhelming sense that he was within another's territory, and, with nothing by way of food left to offer as he had Aithne... this was the respect he could show.

[color=goldenrod]"I do apologize for the intrusion upon your Hunt, regardless."[/color]

Taking a few slow steps to his right, he slowly reached up to remove his helmet, revealing his wild coal locks, scarred face, and golden eyes most importantly to the new fae entity's view. Windows to the soul, mirrors to one's intent, the lupine knight would do what he could to return the courtesy of "showing himself".

By no accident, though, did he also end up between the tall, ethereally refined, antlered hunter and the rest of his peers. He couldn't simply say his goodbyes to all the fae present and have the knights be on their merry way, no matter how much he [i]wanted[/i] to— and he really, really [i]did[/i]. As glad as he was that everything so far had been a positive interaction, and that they had saved the second Aessyr, he still had little desire to involve himself with the dealings of the Fae of these woods any more than he needed to...

[color=goldenrod]"You were hunting that beast. Might you hold wardenship over these woods, stranger?"[/color]

They were still here for a reason in the first place. The grey man bore himself with import in more than stature alone— his address of them, his stated desire, his resonance with the woods, all pointed to him being a key figure in the area. Not quite his image of a "Moonlit Queen", but even so...

[color=goldenrod]"Our purpose in coming here was in response to a similar call for aid, before we were met with little Aithne,"[/color] he explained, resting the helm in the crook of his elbow. [color=goldenrod]"It is one of [i]our[/i] kin who needs it, as it happens. The Duke Thedric of the keep at the Wood's feet, stricken by madness and mentioning a 'Moonlit Queen' repeatedly. If you've any insight on such matters, I thank you for sharing it."[/color]