Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-13615389-20170612214445

Vidic scanned the larger group, trying to make out who exactly the Royals might be. It was difficult, considering the effort they had put in to disguise themselves as well as the awful state most of the members were in. His eyes fell upon who he could only assume was the famous Taeris Redcrash, looking briefly back towards Meilir for confirmation.

"Blue-bloods bought along the whole feckin' family, it seems," The Imperial observed, "What happened to you lot? Me nanny looks better than you all, and she's in a bleedin' wooden onesie!" In contrast, Robin simply kneeled down before the group and bowed his head.

"You highnesses," He spoke with gravitas, drawing the words out so that Vidic would follow his lead. It didn't work. "Robin Holt, at your service."