Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

Not spotted, but clearly his firey gaze had been noticed. There was still time to sink away into the shadows, to forget what he was now faced with.

No, he couldn't silence his meddlesomeness, now that his suspicions were on the verge of being confirmed. Curiosity was too strong, it'd tug at him frustratingly if he left it now. As much as he really wanted to turn away from the King's ilk and never look back.

Célnes. He spoke up, giving away his position with a greeting lacking any emotion at all, other than making it known that he knew her name with confidence.