Sightles

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"I didn't have the pleasure of an Elven parent, but I do have Elf blood coursing through me." Thomas said, with a slight smile. Thomas seemed to stand more at attention when Gareth revealed he had a direct Elven heritage, rather than the ancient bloodline the Morgan's claimed to have. Thomas bowed his head slightly, "I must say, though, it's an honor to meet someone with a direct line to Elves." Thomas spoke, speaking with a high regard to Gareth's parentage. Thomas glanced around for a moment before turning his gaze back to the group, "Night is here, it seems. I assume you two will be taking to your lodgings soon?" Thomas said, noting the lateness of the day. Thomas would have to take the night shift once again, guarding the King's bed chambers. Due to the preparations, however, Thomas would be guarding alone tonight, something he was not a fan of. Sir Redwyne had seemed fit to have the other members of the Order catch up on sleep, and the such, while Thomas guarded the king. It was a smart move, as everyone would be in top condition for the next day, and it was also a small honor to trust a single knight with the protection of the King during the night hours. No matter how much it honored Thomas, though, he would have to stand at attention for nearly 8 hours until he was relieved, "I have to take to my post, soon, so I will have to leave our conversation." Thomas added, as he once more tightened his white gloves over his hands.

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Thomas smiled at Gareth's praise, and released his hand from the handshake, "I appreciate your admiration, Gareth Harker. I wish there were more people like you in the capital." Thomas said, sincerely. Most view the Order as something that had long lost it's appeal, and it's power. Thomas was among the small number of the Order knights that wished to preserve the glory and honor of the Order, while most seemed content in acting as well-trained swordsmen. Thomas turned his head to Karl as he spoke, bowing his head in conjunction with Karl's, "Long may he reign." Thomas added to Karl's statement, patting his torso with his right hand, close fisted, over the position of his heart, gently. "King Bard II is going to need more help than a Morningstar can offer." Thomas spoke soon after, wondering if his statement was slightly out of line for a knight of his status, "King Bard II has a plate filled large enough for 10 men." Thomas added, after a short pause. The stain of the reign of Arduin II was still fresh on the minds of the citizens of Keilaudrin, and Aripert's reign was far too short and brief to leave any mark. Bard II was the third son, and last, son of King Rudolph, and the only hope left for Keilaudrin, "We can only hope that there are more people wishing to see King Bard II rule, than there are those that wish for him to join his two brothers in the grave." Thomas spoke, with a melancholy tone to his voice. Thomas turned back to look at Gareth, "Beg my pardon, Gareth, but are you of elf heritage?" Thomas spoke, his tone now to that of admiration and slight excitement. Thomas had not had the pleasure of meeting many Half-Elves, but Gareth's features were noticeable enough to give Thomas the impression that the young man had some Elf blood in him.

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Thomas frowned slightly at the mention of Arduin II, but didn't let it bother him for long, "No, Sir Guy Arnulf passed away not too long ago. Sir Redwyne Cole the Morningstar is in command now." Thomas replied, as his smile took place on his face, again, "With Sir Redwyne commanding us, things have been going fairly smoothly. I guess that is a given, though, when a Morningstar is commanding the Order of the Thistle." Thomas added, with a slightly chuckle. Thomas then arched his head, to look at the other person, hanging away from the conversation, "Hello, sir. I haven't quite had the pleasure of knowing your name, yet. I'm Sir Thomas of the Morgan's, knight of the Order of the Thistle." Thomas spoke, softly, and smiled, as he walked forward, outreaching his hand to shake the young man's hand. Thomas was particularly interested in the young man, considering his features. While talking to a member of the old Royal court was interesting, Karl always rubbed Thomas the wrong way. Maybe it was the man's slimy and deceiving air he gave off, but he'd much rather talk to someone that shared a common blood.

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Thomas flinched at being called 'guard'. While it was common for those of lesser knowledge of the finer details of the martial side of things to refer to anyone with a sword and a post as a guard, it hurt on some other level for Thomas. He was a knight, not a common guard. Nonetheless, Thomas took on a smile, and a friendly guise, "Karl Leid." Thomas said, with a quick and curt bow of his head, "Haven't seen you since Arduin II sat on the throne." Thomas added, as he readjusted his position to be more relaxed. As he looked closer at Karl's conversation partner, he noticed the Elven-like features on man. Thomas smiled, to himself, at this. He hadn't seen many like himself, but it was evident that this man had far more Elven blood in him than Thomas did, "You talk just as much as you did back then." Thomas added, switching his gaze back to Karl, still possessing a soft smile.

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Thomas turned back, and stepped down the stairs, taking a position in front of the throne, down the stairs. Once more, he pulled his stark white gloves tighter over his hands. Thomas' ears perked up when he heard words he had not heard for a while. 'Half Elf' Thomas turned his head slightly, see the duo talking farther down the hall. One man, a man Thomas had seen before, one Karl Lied if he believed to be so, seemed to be slightly looking Thomas' direction. The two of them seemed to be talking about something concerning Thomas, and hearing the word 'Half Elf' more than once confirmed Thomas' belief. Thomas opted to stand still though, like a professional Order of the Thistle knight, and simply just stood at attention.

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Thomas smirked at Jezin's remark, "You're the first person would wish for a chance at me." Thomas said, still holding his smirk, which seemed to give off a slight aura of cockiness. There was a slight excitement in Thomas' voice as well. Most tournament Keilaudrin held were helpless affairs that included everything from hedge knights to minor lords competing, leaving Thomas to easily win the competitions, "As you wish." Thomas said, still with his smirk, as he turned to Sophia. As Thomas turned to lead them, a man in armor akin to Thomas' stepped out from the back entrance of the throne room, and approached Thomas. The guard stepped closer to Thomas, and whispered something incomprehensible into his ear. After a moment, the man pulled back, and Thomas nodded. Thomas turned back to his two new friends, with a slight frown, "I'm sorry, Princess, but Sir Bull will lead you to your chambers instead. I hope for the pleasure of speaking with you two tomorrow." Thomas spoke, as he bowed once more. Sir Bull, a knight who seemed to be well into his older ages,stepped forward as Thomas stepped aside, next to the throne. "Princess Octavia, if you'd be so kind as to follow me." The knight said with a slight bow, and then turned on his heel, to lead them to their lodging.

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Thomas smiled slightly at Jezin's interest in joining the tournament, "The tournament director will be present at the feast tomorrow, and you can declare yourself a contestant then, in front of him." Thomas replied, still holding his smile. Thomas had spent most of his life competing in tournaments, starting when he was 17 back in Alinor. Thomas had mastered the art of jousting, having yet to be unhorsed, although he had lost a few tilts. Archery had never been something he had tried, but dueling was also something he succeeded at quite frequently. The style in which he was taught to fight was designed for single combat, after all, "King Bard II has picked out a special wing of the Palace for the foreign royalty that is visiting, in order for them to have lodging more appropriate to their status, if you'd like me to show you to your rooms." Thomas spoke, now turning his attention back to Sophia, "I'm sure after such a long journey, that Your Grace would appreciate a comfortable room." Thomas added, smiling slightly to Sophia.

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"I've also heard of the Brass Hand, Jezin." Thomas replied, holding the handshake for the moment. "It's always an honor to have a member of such an Order here in Mullen." Thomas added, releasing his hand from the shake. Thomas returned his left hand to the hilt of his sword as he stood in front of the two, now fairly relaxed, "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Octavia." Thomas replied, with a small smile. "I trust that both of you will be attending the feast and the tournament, correct?" Thomas asked, hoping this would be true. Thomas always loved to impress foreign dignitaries, and a member of The Order of the Thistle and a member of the Brass Hand going head-to-head in a tournament would be something worth watching. Two expertly trained soldiers competing for the glory of the king.

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Thomas bowed his head slightly, leaving the two in the throne room, exiting through a back room behind the throne. After several minutes, Thomas returned from the same door, "I've alerted King Bard II to your presence in the Palace." Thomas spoke, smiling. Thomas noticed the box underneath the arm of the Sophia's bodyguard. "I'm Sir Thomas of the Morgan's, knight of the Order of the Thistle, by the way." Thomas spoke, respectfully, as he bowed once more for his introduction. "I don't believe I got your name, sir?" Thomas said, outstretching his hand to Sophia's bodyguard. Thomas didn't know much about Lyok, besides the royal house, but he knows any man that could make it into the Brass Hand was a skilled fighter.