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<span class="mu-s">Intermission : Hector's adventure, Mighty Guardian™</span>
<span class="mu-s"> "Thank you Sire for your kind words but we were only doing our duty. I would request permission to help search for possible survivors before cleaning and joining you. If you permit this at least." </span>
The King acknowledge with a simple nod of the head, while his personal guard guides him back to the location the camp will be set up. Vaillant soar and rises, circling to check if anyone got trapped by debris...
>Roll 1d100 for battle-end recruitment opportunities.
Hector thinks about using his magic to mend wounds of his fellow knights. Luckily, his own squad suffered merely scratches, nothing that would remain an handicap after enough rest, even less with magical care. Good thing the kingdom is the world's pinnacle of white magic, claiming this prowess comes from being the Mother's favored sons.
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Time for a good wash. Hector is joined by Guillot, Mathias and Charles. Lucien, Boniface, René and of course Pauline are more modest and prefer to wash alone. This is yet another sting reminding Hector of the loss of Eugène, which was part of the public washer team, and was as is nicest where no man-made thing covering his body reminds differences among individuals.
"Congrrrrats forrrr yourrrr victory, Hectorrrrrr"
Sir White can talk through the link? This is new.
<span class="mu-s"> "Are you close by any chance? </span>
- No, still in the hold... Superrrrvising constrrruction of thrrrree new houses... Quite borrrring but I have to learrrrrn to know people. By the way, trrrrry to send me crrrrriples and irrrrron orrrre. A few carrrrt will do the job...
Will you handle yourrrrself in frrrront of the king? Cause have I known, I would had ship you magical trrrrinket, brrringing grrrrreat eloquence and clarrrrity of mind..."
Hector could feel the dragon's concern through the link. White was on the verge of staying madly focus for the whole conversation and use Hector as a sockpuppet. This was a bit insulting, as Hector did not learned Etiquette in vain.
" <span class="mu-s"> I can handle myself just fine. </span>
- Hector? Hector ! HECTOR !!!
- <span class="mu-s"> Sorry Guillot. I was lost in thoughts. </span>
- I was saying... Please don't bring the spotlight on me tonight.
- What? why are you a knight for if you don't search battle prowess and glory?
- I don't want to discuss that, Mathias. Just, I'm plently satisfy being an Errant.
- Come on, is there a story of a seduced knight's wife? You're trying to avoid the cuckold revenge?
- Please, Charles. I really don't want to discuss my life prior to errance."
While the other takes their turn to bath, Hector grooms Vaillant. The growing griffin did his fair share of work today, striking flying imps that tried to fly away, or coralling them toward the mounted pegasus path. And soon enough, it's time for dinner.
