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Interacting with: Grey Coulbourne @c3p-0h, with mentions of the Hylands, the Gullies, and Brandt Trout
Location: inside the castle.
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Tybalt looked back over his shoulder, shooting a passing glance at the Hylands whom had already found reason to walk on to the king. As he followed them with his eyes, he noticed his uncle, lord Arthur, had just finished speaking to the king, queen, and the person who was likely suffering the most under this terrible feast, the princess. And while he looked to the king, he noticed that a woman was just turning away from there. A dark-toned woman with black hair, who felt strangely exotic but at the same time, surely belonged in this feast.
Tybalt did not pay it any mind and kept his eyes trimmed on the two passing figures, a man and woman that looked like twins. There was such interesting people at this feast. For a moment, Tybalt was glad that the Gully family didn't have any strange people. They were just a family -- the worst thing was perhaps that one pirate king or so who felt the need to show up one day and claim to be a bastard. Tybalt had almost cut that man down on the spot, but luckily for that man, Arthur had deigned it necessary to let him go. Tybalt hadn't asked for the reason, because it wasn't his place to intrude in these familial matters. Lord Arthur knew what he was doing, Tybalt thought.
The knight approached a table, and fished a goblet from the table. He poured some wine for himself and brought the goblet up to his lips, carefully sipping from it. This is some good wine, Tybalt thought to himself while thinking about the wine in the Serpents' Roost. It was awful wine, back home, but it was wine that filled the stomach slightly at least. This wine, while delicious, seemed to be as watery as the ocean itself.
He lowered his cup. By God, what a boring feast this was. Tybalt let his eyes wander around the hall, seeing nobles mingle, and while Tybalt was a noble, he did not feel the need to speak to anyone at this feast. Normally he'd be here to assist his uncle, but with the return of Ithobal, that seemed unnecessary, so instead Tybalt just left to do his own thing. Which.. arguably had been a mistake, since Tybalt didn't have 'a thing' to do.
As he looked around his eyes fell on a woman approaching a nearby table. It was the same woman that he had seen leaving the king and queen earlier, and she seemed to be alone, like Tybalt was. While it seemed, perhaps, a bit inappropriate to approach her without knowing her, it seemed more so inappropriate to stand around on his own, and Tybalt assumed she might've felt the same way.
For the sake of not appearing like a lousy scumbag, Tybalt took another empty goblet from the table and filled it with wine from a nearby jug. Then Tybalt walked over to the lady, holding two cups of wine. As he approached, he extended the most filled goblet to her. “My lady.” he said, with his voice masculine as ever. He wished to make a good impression, and since this woman was alone, Tybalt felt like perhaps she'd have some more dignity than the Hyland daughters, whom had resorted to insulting him for no apparent reason.
“It's quite strange for a woman like you to be standing alone, if I might say so. Then again, I was also standing alone, so I am not one to judge.” he noted, looking away from her. His eyes looked over the party, searching for people of note, people of interest, but he'd found none. “Oh, do excuse me my lady. My name is Tybalt Gully of the Quell Sea. I am the nephew of lord Arthur Gully. Pleased to make your acquaintance at this.. exciting feast.” The sarcasm was dripping from the last two words, indicating that Tybalt was having a hard time amusing himself at this feast.
Slowly he turned his head to look at her. He had to look down, due to being considerably taller than her, but that wasn't too unusual for Tybalt, who was quite tall and bulky. Perhaps because of genetics, perhaps because of his duty as a knight. Regardless, he looked like he could stomp a man out in one, maybe two hits with his large hands. “And, you are, if I may ask? I mean.. if you are free to talk. I merely wanted to come over so we didn't seem so lonely. It's a big feast, and being alone seems like a bad idea. Before you know it, people might come and try to talk to you.” He smiled, but a hint of seriousness could be detected in his voice, for Tybalt wasn't very good at hiding what he really thought. Under his breath, following that, he continued. “God forbid you enjoy some alone-time..”
