Alice
Katholou looked at the mercenary with an indiscernible gaze, both due to years of training and the fact that he was wearing a helmet which covered most of his face. 

"I see... Well i suppose that i also am not really excited for this duel. Especially considering who im supposed to fight next"

He shot a glance towards Carac who in this moment was throwing his opponent into the crowd with a punch. Despite all the hidden tone and facial expressions Fabian would be able to tell that Katholou was in fact slightly annoyed and a bit disappointed that another fight had been denied to him, mainly because he still wanted to show everyone the prowess of Bradai's First Guard and because he wanted to personally test a potential future member of Bradai's Shield. 

"Ok then. Tomorrow right before sunset. Clan Drase Manor. I see great potential in you"

He added before waiting for him to leave the field and turning to face Carac in the final duel
Matthew
|Fabian Ambrose|

|Sixteen Rings|

Fabian didn't need to glance at Carac to know whom he was going to fight, and sighed a breath of relief. Seizing up at the prospect that he would still need to duel this lord- he guessed at-least it would not be at the behest of the eyes of a thousand viewers. In a smooth motion he stepped back, the serene moment of peace in the midist of the battle ending when he put away his blade and slipped off the field, making his yielding known.
Emma
Carac the Butcher
Sixteen Rings, Southern Isles

Carac turned to face his final opponent. He had heard of this one, the leader of some guard or something, a cocksucker in the service of the king of these isles. Carac hated men like this more than any others, men who devoted themselves to another's service entirely, for they were not men at all. They allowed themselves to be devoured by the idea of another, their dreams, their ambitions, all thrown into the pyre for the ambitions of their master. 
Carac was a mercenary, his life was nothing but serving other men and their ambitions, but at the end of the day he did what he did for himself, and none other. Men like this Katholou, they barely existed besides to enact the whims of their masters. 

He stood still, the bloodstains and dropped weapons littering the deck around them. From the sidelines, people watched in silence, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Carac twirled his mace in his hand, then charged at Katholou, swinging his weapon in a wide arc towards the man's chest with enough force to dent armor and crack bone. Carac was the butcher of south feyshore, it was time for this man to learn exactly why they called him that.
Joseph
Lady Anna Barrmount
Maith Mansion

She looked at the improvised gift, and then back at Kirk's face. This man had done nothing but help her since they met, even agreed to a sudden marriage. The poor man went from selling antiques to enduring the complex web of problems that nobility had to go through. Kept her safe and tried to make her happy. All for a girl he didn't know before marriage. 

She put her hands over his and smiled.

"You've already done more than enough." She took the improvised gift "I have to do this myself."

She awaited patiently in line, until her turn finally came and she was able to face Bradai, bowing as greeting.

"As my husband wisely advised me, I have been staying within these walls under this disguise you see before your eyes." She spoke quietly to Bradai and nearby ears "But now, I show myself to present my gift to you." It was time for the diplomatic and fighter side of House Barrmount to finally be used by the young woman "If you're so kind as to close the mansion doors, we can reach an agreement that will be beneficial to not only your ties with Lord Marshall Carter, but also Ibbish lands."

She cleared her throat before continuing. This could end really badly or wonderfully good.

"Under your roof, you have the family that has aided the crashing of my little brother's funeral, a poor child taken from us by the hands of the plague; the family that has helped Nathaniel Vivayn crush the north, taking the opportunity to hit harder after the plague left everyone weak and in need of help. Now they are here, half across the world, crashing your ball the same way the crashed my brother's funeral to siege our castle. The Skagerllys bring destruction wherever they go, even to the most vulnerable moment of my House as we mourned the loss of our youngest."

She swallowed hard as she did a pause, trying to keep the facade of confidence while she panicked inside "I, Lady Anna Barrmount of the Iron Plaines, on behalf of my House, my husband Lord Kirk Pinewood of High Hexrakes, and as part of the court of Queen Lucrezia Scheer of Ibethiel," She was playing with stakes that were higher than she ever thought about "Offer you, not only the allyship and loyalty of House Barrmount, and of part of the court of Queen Lucrezia, for as long as the world stays alive; but also the opportunity to give back a favor to Lord Marshall Carter, friend of House Maith that has done great favors to you, and that will be delighted when he sees that his honorable friend Bradai Maith has aided him against Vivayn and the Skagerllys. In exchange, I humbly request your help in getting revenge for my house, my brother, and my land, by imprisoning the members of house Skagerlly." She bowed her head down as a sign of respect towards Bradai, praying for this to work.
Elissa
Peraz Dumagne 
The Ball, Maith Mansion

The dance and conversation had made Peraz all but ignore everything else as twirling ribbons had created a shield from the world. It was only when someone stopped them, and asked Bastien if he may dance with her that she came back to the earth.

She was a split second from near enough telling the man to piss off when she saw his face. His voice had been unrecognisable but his face was that of legend in Falsa. Even more so in the halls of the Ramna.

"Thank you, Lord Bastien," She said, suddenly sober as she bowed lower than she ever had for her brother, perhaps even for the pirate king, for the man before her,"But I would be honoured to dance with he who killed my father's murderer."

Her eyes scanned the man's face as she'd only seen him from afar. The faded scars of a poppy brand on each temple stood out like sore thumbs. A sure sign this was Valkrin Farensun.

Peraz rose to her feet and gave him her hand.
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai-Daran Maith and the Little Princess, Fleur Vortigern
 The Royal Balcony, The Water Gardens


 His wives were streaming off the balcony when the servants came out from the castles with the ribbons. All of them grabbed members of the court, fathers, notable Privateers, or eachother, and pointing out men and women, Lordly or otherwise, to join them on the balcony in the next song. Alma Dwyer ousted her great father from his seat at the high table, and from then on, neither of them were caught without a ribbon in their hands. Lella-Long Lanterns danced by herself in an admittedly stunning display, streaks of crimson, yellow, and orange silk spun at her command. Bathsheba Mims embraced her mother, who was equally tall and equally dour, in a long, mournful embrace. The Fuller wife and the Whipper wife danced together. It was only when the Little Princess, Fleur Vortigern, asked _him_ to dance that he was finally broken out of his stupor. 

"Uncle Bradai?" 

He had so much to drink that he had not noticed her tiny hand on the back of his own, moving to gently tug at his sleeve when he turned. Bradai smiled at the sight of her, and with his other hand, waved on the servant girl who had decided to present a gift. 

"Can we _please_ go and see the dancers?" She looked to the wives in their colorful raiments and back to the Pirate King, "Please, your Majesty?"

The Pirate King stood from his chair, looking past the Princess and to Caderyn, "I don't suppose you will join us, Ser?" His hand gripped the back of the chair as he rose to his feet. He felt a smile creep across his face, "Vhere are many beautiful Islander women 'ere vhat 'ave dreams uff beautiful Terresi castles." 

"Of course," The knight replied, dutiful as ever. 

"Lighten up, Caderyn—" The Pirate King smiled, taking the girl's fingers in his own, "It's my festival, what is vhere to fea—"

*"I have been staying within these walls under this disguise you see before your eyes."*

"What?" The Pirate King said, watching as the servant girl threw off her robes to reveal none other than Anna Pinewood, the Lady of Castle Barrmount. 

When the disguise was lifted, the Pirate King could hear his court brace, sliding their bolts into place and raising the crossbows to meet the girl. Swords slid ever so lightly from their sheaths But then he began to clap, pleased at the illusion. It was an impressive trick to be sure, but as she continued, his face grew dark. As he listened to her say her piece, he thought about what the realm would think of this, the outrage that would inspire the North to raise their swords against him. Felix Carter had begun a war against his brother, plunging their realm into disarray, all on the assumption that one day he would get involved. With the Ibbish moving so far North to strike, the newfound frailty in the Weeping Pit would only serve to open up the lands to further attacks and enmity towards the South. The war might not just continue, it could grow into a multi-national debacle the likes of which had never before been seen. Hells, the Iron Plaines could secede all together.

And then the Pirate King had an idea, and his mouth spread into an awful, wonderful, overjoyed smile. 

"Yeah," He nodded, letting go of the little girl's hand and picking the cigar off of his table and plucked it in the side of his mouth. "I fink vhat's a wonderful idea." 

He cleared this throat, "Are there any leal Clansmen 'ere wiff me, 'ere to serve vheir King?" 

And at once, the hall was filled with men at the ready to bruise, bludgeon and bloody any Skaggery or Skaggery guest they could get their hands on. 

"Captain Valkrin, Captain Galt-Drake, Kath—" He searched around for the head of his guard, and remembered that he was fighting on Sixteen Rings. "Any man vhat wants my favor should escort my new wards to a tower cell, somefing comfortable and well-lit. I will not 'ave it said vhat that savage Pirate King abused a guest in 'is own 'ome. Barbaric shit, terrible, and not true. In fact, pat vhem down. We do not need anyone making any mistakes. Make sure vhey did not make tha mistake to bring concealed weaponry in my 'all, and to avoid vhem making the second, more deadly mistake, of using vhat naked steel in my 'all. If you use naked steel in my—"

The Pirate King moved to continue, but paused as he looked down at the crown Princess, who had not seemed to grasp the situation fully. 

"Uncle Bradai, are they—?" The little girl was confused, but her uncle placed a hand upon her shoulder. 

"Look," The Pirate King motioned to the girl, "Vhere are children 'ere. You would not spill blood in front of a child." He tapped her lightly on the arm, "Cover your ears, milady." 

The Pirate King raised his voice, barking a command "If vhere are any children in my 'all, cover your ears!" 

And sure enough, the Princess, along with a dozen or so handmaids and servingboys, all wards in service to the Pirate King, covered their ears. 

When he knew they couldn't hear him, he continued, "If you use naked steel in my 'all, I will personally cut vhose rings off your fucking fingers. I am a man uff my word, I promise you. And maybe I'll 'ave you try on some from your stolen chest first. Anyfing can be used to prove to your favher vhat I am a man uff my word. I would prefer your signature, maybe a ring, but I could use some more fingers."

When the Pirate King stopped talking, the children all removed the hands from the sides of their heads and continued on, serving and chatting. His men moved in to capture the three Skaggerlies, the Envoy, and the King of the Sea. 

"Well, make quick about it, vhen. A small group of Norvhern brigands sneaking into my 'all, nuffink more. The Princess 'as asked me to dance."