<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Sir Abel had been thinking heavily on the proposal of Sir Damian. He had just about reached a decision when new of Hector's gallivanting reached his ears. Seems the man had a thing for whores, something he was not at all happy about. His poor, sweet sister could not be subjected to such a husband. She deserved a man who would protect her, be loyal and faithful--a man who was honorable. However, he was willing to believe that perhaps Hector was unaware of the proposal his father had set. Single men, after all, are not held by any strings and can do as they please. He saw Hector enter Sir Damian's tent, waiting a few moments as he gathered his thoughts before he approached. He heard nothing of the conversation inside.<br/><br/>A servant stopped him before he could enter and he inclined his head in acknowledgement. He would not enter without Sir Damian's permission.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Will you let your lord know that Sir Abel Delecroix wishes to have a word with him and his son?" </span></span>he requested politely. He knew they would hammer out the details of the arrangement later, after the tournament, but he wanted to bring his concerns to them so they could mull over them. He didn't desire to reach the tables for discussion only for them to shut it down due to his thoughts. No, instead he would give them his thoughts now and they wouldn't have to waste any time with a discussion about every small indiscretion. It made no sense for all that.<br/><br/>Despite Sir Damian's reputation, he found the man had a certain...brutish charm about him. He liked that he was upfront, or at least seemed to be. Very few nobles were like that anymore. Even he had to catch himself a few times as he flowered his words in certain company. It was just the way politics worked, he guessed, but he hated it. Hated the guessing games, hated the uncertainty. That was another reason why he had come to the tent. He wanted to have a chance to size up Hector. Not just any man would be allowed to marry his delicate sister. He needed to know that Hector was a good man.