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Redwyne nodded as Jezin explained their company that had traveled here with them, and explained how he was the only armed man, "Normally, I'd continue to ask questions, but I think you've been here long enough." Redwyne said, as he stood up from his chair, and walked over to the door, opening it, "Just see to it that you don't cause any more trouble." Redwyne said, as he motioned for Jezin to make his way out of the door, "I'm sure Sophia is waiting for you to get back." Redwyne knew he should press more questions for the sake of added security, but as far as Redwyne was concerned, Jezin was just a young hothead, and Redwyne just wanted him to get out of here and back to the party, as not to upset Princess Sophia anymore than he already had.

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Redwyne shook his head, slightly, at the mention of Tauran rebels, almost in a disapproving matter, "How many came with you and Sophia to Mullen?" Redwyne asked, continuing on with his interrogation. Redwyne still sat at attention as he awaited an answer, but after seeing Jezin finish his drink, Redwyne stood up and grabbed the pitcher from the side table, pouring Jezin a fresh glass, before taking his sit once more. Redwyne was now refraining from drinking, as once his interrogation was over, he would have to preside of the midnight feast, and direct the Order of the Thistle.

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Redwyne sighed as Jezin spoke, now turning his gaze to lock eyes with Jezin, nodding slightly to Jezin's observation. "Nearly 50 years of service to the Urien family." Redwyne stated, dryly, as he finished the rest of his glass, "How did you come into service of the Brass Hand?" Redwyne asked, sitting forward in his seat, listening carefully. It seemed that the time of reminiscing was over now, and the time for a mild interrogation was now. Redwyne had a job to do, and he needed to ask certain questions to ensure that Jezin was checked out before being allowed back to the feast.

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Redwyne sighed as he took a small sip from the wine goblet, and placed it on the wooden table in front of him, "Before my days as a Order knight, I served on multiple continents as a sellsword. Eventually my work brought me to Estovet, fighting for King Bernard the Wolf Lord, of Keilaudrin. It was a war of conquest on a small nation that Bernard wished to annex into Keilaudrin." Redwyne started, as he took another sip from his wine goblet, before continuing, "I had slain my fair share of the enemy, and the proof of my victories laid on the ground all around me. Eventually, some highborn knight from Metia, the nation we were fighting, charged me during the battle, wielding a great sword almost as big as two men. Well, he took a swing and easily broke through the leather armor I wore at the time, and nearly cut me in two at the waist line." Redwyne continued, his eyes now drifting off, looking off behind Jezin, "As I laid there, bleeding out on the verge of death, trying to keep my insides inside, the Wolf Lord himself charged to my aid, slaying my attacker, and several others, yelling for me to stand up and fight." Redwyne's voice now grew more somber, as he seemed to be recalling cherished memories, "Despite having a good deep cut in my waist, I rose to my feet, and fought beside the Wolf Lord, slaying enemies with him left and right. That day, I stared Death in the face, and Death blinked first. You'd think that'd make a man feel powerful and invincible, but it didn't. There, after the battle, I was knighted and appointed to the Order of the Thistle by King Bernard." Redwyne finished, taking another drink from his goblet, "It wasn't until I rose from being knighted did I remember my wound. Privately, I lifted my torn leather shirt up, to examine the wound, and instead of a deep cut, there was a great scar across my waist. I'll remember that entire day until the day I die. The day I learned fighting for money wasn't something worth fighting for."

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Redwyne stepped over to the small table on the side, and poured a small glass of what appeared to be white wine. Redwyne casually placed the goblet in front of Jezin on the table, and began pouring his own glass, "112." Redwyne said simply, "112 assassination attempts on a King's life in the period of 150 years." Redwyne went on, finishing pouring his goblet, "Not a single one ever succeeded in killing the King. I assure you that Princess Sophia is in secure hands. If you're so worried about her safety, however, you wouldn't of let your pride get in the way of duty." Redwyne finished, once again, no venom on his voice, sounding more like a man making a level-headed comment, "I remember when I was about your age, filled with pride and fire." Redwyne mentioned, offhandedly, once again ignoring Jezin's second question, as he sat down across from him, "Although, I had yet to swear myself to a royal family, and had less of a sense of duty."

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Redwyne paused at the door as Jezin spoke up, before speaking, "The Order will be there to protect your charge. I assure you, we have taken care of many a high-profile guests, while also preserving the safety of our King." Redwyne replied, ignoring Jezin's other question. Redwyne took a small key from the side of his belt, and stuck it in the door's keyhole, unlocking the door, and opening it, allowing Jezin to enter the room. The room itself was fairly small, with no windows, and simply a small couch, a square table with two chairs on either side, along with an additional table holding four small goblets and a tall pitcher, and a couple of torches lighting the entire room, hung on the walls, Redwyne looked at the two knights that had followed them, and nodded, signaling the two of them to leave. As they did, he shut the door behind them, and motioned with his hand for Jezin to take a sit at the table.

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Thomas made his way over to Sophia, and Gareth, watching as they took Jezin away, "Well, that undoubtedly could of gone better." Thomas commented, his eyes still on Jezin and the Order knights. Thomas turned his attention, seeing Gareth comforting Sophia, "Don't worry, they aren't going to hurt him or anything. Just detain him, ask some questions, and he might even make it back for the feast." Thomas reassured the duo, as he relaxed his once anxious posture, "Sir Redwyne was right, however. King Bard II is a king with no heir, and no wife. If he were to die, this country would be plunged into a civil war of the likes most have never seen." Thomas spoke, his voice now particularly filled with dread. He remembered the stories they told of the 50-year civil war Alinor experienced, rendering half the continent a barren wasteland. Thomas sighed, as he looked around the feast, "Sir Redwyne was knighted as a Morningstar for a reason, and he'll treat Jezin with respect, I assure you of that." Thomas assured Sophia, once more.

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Redwyne released his sword, allowing it to slide back into it's sheath. Redwyne looked back at the two knights flanking him, and nodded. The two knights then stepped forward, taking position on either side of Jezin, "I'm glad we could see eye to eye." Redwyne spoke, as he turned on his heel, and led the group out of the courtyard. As the group entered a small back door of the Palace, Redwyne removed his stark white gloves from his armor, stuffing them into the lip of his belt, "I'm surprised that a Lyokian Brass Hand doesn't show the respect expected of them when on foreign ground." Redwyne commented. The comment had no sarcasm, or venom to it, making it appear as if Redwyne was geniuely surprised that Jezin had chosen to place his pride above his duty, "I grew up respecting the Brass Hand, and aspiring to one day be Sword, or Shield." Redwyne spoke on, his voice level, but still gruff, "What would your superiors say right now, if they say this?" Redwyne finished, as the group began to approach a medium sized wooden door, with metal braces.

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"Hiding behind a woman to escape the consequences of your own actions is unbecoming of a bodyguard, sir. There's 20 Order of the Thistle knights here to guard the guests, and you can be rest assured that Princess Octavia will be treated with the respect due to guests who attend by the rules." Redwyne spoke, his voice gruff and stern, as his hand still held tight on his sword, "King Bard II is a man with no direct heir, and no wife. His life is ten times more precious than any man here, today. I assume, as a bodyguard of such esteem, you'd understand why I must insist you come with me." Redwyne added, as he stared at Jezin, unphased by the bodyguard's attempt to diffuse the situation. Drawing a sword at such a place was uncalled for, especially when the one drawing said sword was a foreigner, something that placed Redwyne on more of a alert. While he was almost sure the man had no ulterior motives, rules must be adhered to. A couple other knights, donned in the pure white armor of the Order of the Thistle took up position behind Redwyne, although they made no move whatsoever towards their swords.

Thomas watched as Gareth broke off away from him, taking care of his own business. Thomas preferred to stay where he was, and watch the events unfold. It was unlikely Redwyne was going to back down from such an affront, no matter how harmless it was. Thomas glanced over at Gareth, a worried look on his face as he watched the young man. It looked as if he was attempting to eavesdrop on the conversation, and was doing a good job of it, judging by his current position. Despite circumstances, Thomas stood firm, making eye contact with Sophia. It was obvious Thomas wanted to help, but he had no power in this situation.