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> SELECTED: Watchful. +1 Re-Roll to Counter-Intrigue rolls from any origin. [Divine]
You take a more reserved stance during the rest of the conversation, contemplating your near misstep and electing to spend more time in quiet observation than active participation. Even here, a continent away from home, you have to be mindful that your actions could impact not just yourself but the fates of your family and loved ones back home.
You watch the good-natured back and forth of Sir Ian de Camp and Sir Kristopher Marley, you observe Sir Benjamin Ibram’s friendly demeanour to yourself and the other new Cedric inductees. You note the foreigner Chimalma’s quiet reserve as Marshall Jurand and Sir Romaine discuss the plans for the next Drill Rota. Sir Siubhail’s change in demeanour and fascination with your diminutive gift from the Fae enclave does not escape you either, and you find yourself wondering what might result from an introduction between him and your Fae archer.
Eventually though, the chatter in the hall subsides as the members of the 11th Command Talon begin to take their seats at the table on the dias at the head of the hall. Some you don’t recognise, such as the Azir officer with the ostentatious long jade earrings. But others you definitely do, as would any knight back home who laid eyes upon a famous Knight of the Realm. There is Lord Eli Cappel, the last of the Cappel line. Sir Anton Strakken, the Banished. And that one, with the tattoo of Cain’s Cross branded across his forehead, is the fearsome Pietr St. Angus of whom it was said to be a man too bloody-minded even for the Order of the Broken Blade’s zealous tastes. The mystery of the Black Knight’s apparent agelessness becomes a little more apparent as you note each and every one of the 11th Talon is wearing stygian armour. The styles are different, from full-plate to foreign lamellar, but each is as black as the moonless Ardennreign night. That must be it, the Black Knight never dies because he is succeeded by one of the others in the command squadron similarly adorned. And so the legend lives on.
Nine knights are seated, with the middle five of the thirteen seats remaining empty until the last. You rise to your feet along with every other soul in the hall of the Cantonian cohort when the Black Knight himself arrives, his four final members of the Talon flanking him almost more as bodyguards than fellow officers. Four and One, a holy combination according to your faith and a number most certainly selected with the intent to carry across that suggestion of divine authority to the Command Talon.
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