[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

The knight on horseback has addressed one of his allies as 'Your highness,' and it dawns on Casey that they've made yet another chance encounter. How much time will he spend in the company of one noble or another?



"I'm Casey," he offers, careful with his tone. He's content for now to listen and observe, at least until he understands things a bit more clearly. His eyes drift to the green-haired woman who'd dealt the final blow. Despite not being the most heavily armored nor armed of their group, she'd made short work of the Revotrian commander. Her aura is a bit difficult for him to read, and so he quickly turns his eyes back to the conversation.