[ Ser Guerrique comes bearing news, nigh bursting at the seams with excitement in his haste to deliver it. His spirits and his strength have evidently made a full recovery, and one could imagine a large dog in his place, leaping through the doorway, tail wagging, though the knight (thankfully) does not pounce upon Zephirin and lick his face.
"Ser Zephirin!" Guerrique greets his fellow Temple Knight with a broad grin, friendly like Francel's smile, as Zephirin pushes himself onto his feet. "When you vanished without a word, I had an inkling that a certain fretting friend saw fit to abduct you in a timely rescue from the wooden slats and thin pillows of our Beds Most Heavenly!" Turning to Francel, he winks at the lordling, but something in Zephirin's expression leads him to hurry on. "I told no one a thing. But the lord commander is like to send for you — rumour has it that you're to be put in charge of our unit. When your wounds are healed, of course!"
Here, Guerrique pauses expectantly, seeming satisfied to see Zephirin's posture stiffen, and his brows twitch upward ever so slightly, signs indicating his surprise. ]
...My thanks. [ Zephirin glances from Guerrique to Francel. Appointed to a commander's position, his duties will change. ] Lord Francel, my return may be delayed...
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"Ser Zephirin!" Guerrique greets his fellow Temple Knight with a broad grin, friendly like Francel's smile, as Zephirin pushes himself onto his feet. "When you vanished without a word, I had an inkling that a certain fretting friend saw fit to abduct you in a timely rescue from the wooden slats and thin pillows of our Beds Most Heavenly!" Turning to Francel, he winks at the lordling, but something in Zephirin's expression leads him to hurry on. "I told no one a thing. But the lord commander is like to send for you — rumour has it that you're to be put in charge of our unit. When your wounds are healed, of course!"
Here, Guerrique pauses expectantly, seeming satisfied to see Zephirin's posture stiffen, and his brows twitch upward ever so slightly, signs indicating his surprise. ]
...My thanks. [ Zephirin glances from Guerrique to Francel. Appointed to a commander's position, his duties will change. ] Lord Francel, my return may be delayed...