As was befitting a Knight of House Alistair, Rycherd arrived into the Great Hall wearing his full armor from the ride. His armored steps echoed down the hallway as he proceeded, a blue cloak billowing behind him as he passed through the huge doors of the Great Hall. Upon entering the Great Hall, Rycherd quickly took in the large chamber, his helmet turning as he noted every entrance, every guard, and possible vantage points for assailants. Only when this was done did Rycherd look to the Queen. In a few quick steps, though remaining at a respectful distance, Rycherd approached the Queen, bending his knee and bowing his head slightly.
"Your Majesty, it is my greatest pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Rycherd Alistair, Heir to House Alistair and the Province of Vrenal. I pledge my life, and the loyalty of my House to you, as we did your father. I have come to offer my council and support in these coming days. As he spoke, he let his eyes travel to the other figure of note in the room. From what he could tell, she wasn't a native. Her clothing was strange, though not entirely outlandish, though her hair was strikingly different from what was the norm in Vrenal, and the other Provinces from what he had seen. He noted the way the guards were on alert with her so near, and Rycherd had a mind to agree with them.
With the Queen's approval, Rycherd pushed himself back to his feet, before reaching up to remove his helmet. He locked eyes with the foreigner for a few seconds, before letting his left hand rest easily on the sword hanging at his hip. He walked over to the table set in the middle of the room, placing his helmet at the food of one of the chairs, claiming his seat. He was sure to place it towards the middle of the table, close enough to the Queen to offer protection if needed, and far enough close enough to the door that he could respond to any sudden threat. Years of constant warfare had taught him to always be vigilant, even in territory long since thought secured.
"Your Majesty, it is my greatest pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Rycherd Alistair, Heir to House Alistair and the Province of Vrenal. I pledge my life, and the loyalty of my House to you, as we did your father. I have come to offer my council and support in these coming days. As he spoke, he let his eyes travel to the other figure of note in the room. From what he could tell, she wasn't a native. Her clothing was strange, though not entirely outlandish, though her hair was strikingly different from what was the norm in Vrenal, and the other Provinces from what he had seen. He noted the way the guards were on alert with her so near, and Rycherd had a mind to agree with them.
With the Queen's approval, Rycherd pushed himself back to his feet, before reaching up to remove his helmet. He locked eyes with the foreigner for a few seconds, before letting his left hand rest easily on the sword hanging at his hip. He walked over to the table set in the middle of the room, placing his helmet at the food of one of the chairs, claiming his seat. He was sure to place it towards the middle of the table, close enough to the Queen to offer protection if needed, and far enough close enough to the door that he could respond to any sudden threat. Years of constant warfare had taught him to always be vigilant, even in territory long since thought secured.