[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]
Fleuri watched and listened to the captain negotiate with the Moonlit Queen.  Ever the straightforward one, Fanilly wasted no time getting to the point.  Unfortunately, but perhaps not unexpectedly, the Moonlit Queen didn't want to bargain for the Duke's sanity.  Instead, she ranted about the Duke, her words hinting at a belief that her victim had somehow wronged her.

In other words, they were dealing with what by human standards was a petty, spoiled child with vast magical power.

Fanilly's negotiations would ultimately come down to an offer of a wager.  While the Moonlit Queen seemed to initially reject it, she seemed to have enough interest to ask what the knights could do.  Whether it was genuine curiosity or rhetorical, it's be the one opportunity for the knights to convince her that their capabilities were great enough that they'd make for a wager more interesting to her than watching the Duke.

Fleuri took a moment to ready himself, silently formulating the introduction that he would present to the Moonlit Queen.  He'd have only one chance to make any manner of impression.  Ordinarily he'd consider this to be making a fool of himself, but now was not the time to shirk making a spectacle.

Following Fionn's words, Fleuri stepped forward.  [color=A0A0A0]"If you've spent time with the Duke, then perhaps you have seen or heard of me,"[/color] he said, drawing his sword, holding up upright, then swinging it diagonally and behind as he bowed to her- his tournament salute.

[color=A0A0A0]"Sir Fleuri Jodeau, Flower of the North, champion of the Brennan tournament two years back, at your service, my lady."[/color]  After sheathing his sword, he plucked one of the griffon feathers from his helmet and offered it to her as if it was a flower.  [color=A0A0A0]"For you, my lady- a token of one of our band's victories."[/color]