<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004080"><b>L</b>ance was quick to snap behind the elder, the mistress of Scarlet Hell, his only master. The heavy cloak behind him curling only at the edges as he strode, with less grace than his superior. Taking only a momentary glance at the mortal, before he ripped his gaze to be fixed on where the mistress was headed. Tilting his sword easily as he slipped through the doorway and into the manor. <i>"May I visit the armoury, Mistress Galiena?. I'd like to gather up a couple flares and perhaps some other things..."</i> His strides were long, as he was a man of notable height. Briskly tapping the ground as he kept by Galiena's side, tense and ready to defend the woman whom had taken him in so many years ago.</span>