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<span class="mu-i">“We do. My family’s castle, you know this word ‘castle’? My family’s castle is located to the east of Romaine, where the deadmen attack most frequently. It is a plague on our people, and one we must oft face alone.”</span> You glance at Sir Romaine sitting next to you as you belatedly realise that your words could, taken out of context, be interpreted by some as a criticism of the Duchess in failing to properly support her vassals on the eastern borders. <span class="mu-i">“That is to say-”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“What in the Pit-!”</span> One of the Sir Cedrics, you’ve forgotten which is which, startles suddenly pushing back their seat. Pointed fingers and remarks of exclamation are directed at the sleek diminutive streak of white fur that has appeared on the table. The timing of your Whitecloak Ermine, Lady Stoatsworth, could not be better. Your flailing conversation was cut off by her emergence just before you fumbled your way into actually insulting the Duchess. For his part, Sir Romaine’s attention seems entirely drawn away from your near political misstep as the other knights sit up and one of the other Cedrics goes to reach for Lady Stoatsworth as she rears up defiantly in the face of a near-dozen armoured giants.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-r">“Ata!”</span></span> The tattooed knight grunts and gestures fiercely to the other stirring knights, some version of Cant that you suspect means ‘back off’ or something similar. He leans in close, near nose-to-nose with your little furred companion. For a moment, you fear for her at the hands of this wild-looking man. But Lady Stoutsworth does not nip or hiss, in fact she sniffs at Sir Siubhail’s outstretched palm curiously.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Halo a’ ghaisgeach bheag.”</span> The tattooed knight’s voice is low and soothing, carrying a tone that you would have to call affection. <span class="mu-i">“Nach eil thu fada bhon taigh?”</span>
Sir Ibram frowns. <span class="mu-i">“That’s not Battle Cant.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“No.”</span> Marshall Jurand frowns deeper. <span class="mu-i">“It is not.”</span>
Sir Ian de Camp is wearing an unkightly pout. <span class="mu-i">“He’s talked more to that bloody thing in a minute that he has to me since I arrived.”</span>
Sir Kristopher Marley’s laugh serves to dissipate much of the odd tension. <span class="mu-i">“Having met you sir, one can hardly blame him.”</span>
Well, at least the ice is broken with your newfound comrades. The Command Talon, along with this Black Knight, should be arriving soon. You had a near-miss just then, going forward you steele yourself to be more attentive...
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Gain the following trait for the duration of your service.
> Officer material. +1 Re-Roll to Social rolls with Cantonian Guard members of higher rank. [Divine]
> Watchful. +1 Re-Roll to Counter-Intrigue rolls from any origin. [Divine]
> Battle brother. +1 Re-Roll to Social rolls with Cantonian Guard members of similar or lower rank. [Hearty]
> Open-minded. +1 Re-Roll to Social rolls with Guard members of foreign origin. [Idealist]</span>
