<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/><span style="color: #40FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">“Well, I know that wine would be more suiting, but for now we have to live with ale. On the future of the Delecroix and Karembeux. May it be a long and successful ally. And personally I hope that I will see a lot of grandchildren coming out of it. I just wish that they look more like the mothers and less like the fathers.”</span></span><br/><br/>Abel graciously took a mug and drank to that, surprised by Damian's laugh but gave no expression of it.<span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I will be sure my sister is in attendance for dinner, then..."</span></span>Abel said, debating on how to break the news to his sister. He still had yet to tell her about her horse, and he quite dreaded it. He would need to go out and get her a new one. It would be expensive, but he could afford it--he could afford anything for his sister. She would probably be very upset with him. She had never really said anything against him, but he could see it in her eyes when she was mad at him. He always floundered then, desiring to return the smile to her face. She was a patient girl and he was glad for it, because the lord knew her patience would be tested this day when he finally broke the news of the arrangement and the horse's death.<br/><br/>He downed his ale during his second sip and the servants seemed surprised, but Hector and Damian thought it normal. No doubt they always downed their ale immediately upon arrival. He set the mug down,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm glad to see this was rather productive. You have eased my worries and I hope to have eased any you might have had. It's been quite the honor to meet you, Sir Hector. And thank you, Sir Damian, for bringing this idea up. I am glad to have you as an ally,"</span>with that Sir Abel gave a bow and exited the tent. He still had a bad feeling in his stomach, but he ignored it. It was best to see how things came out and worry about it then. In the meantime, he needed to find a horse for his sister and to come up with a way to break the news to her.