<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/>Abel took Iris' hand, gently leading her out of the stable.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Come, we should probably get you back to those lovely ladies. I have to go to the vendors before my turn comes up. I still have a little bit of time--I'll get Marina some flowers, and I plan to get Martine something a bit more useful to her. She seems like the type to carry a dagger with her..."</span>Abel said, more babbling to himself than Iris. He paused, looking at Iris,<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "That wouldn't be a bad idea for you to do, as well, Iris. You should carry some sort of concealed blade--it's rather dangerous during the tournament. Lords running around drunk on everything and trying to well...never mind."</span>He didn't continue that thought, not wishing to alarm his sister too much. She knew of the dangers the world had, he didn't need to preach on them all the time.<br/><br/>As they were walking back, Abel caught an image of red and saw Lady Amena giving a curtsy to a rather angry looking Edward. Her eyes seemed a little puffy and red and he wondered what the dutiful Amena could have done to cause such displeasure in Edward. He did not contemplate it too much as they continued their journey back.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"You could also come with me, if you wanted..."</span>he offered, subtly trying to keep her with him. He knew that she likely wanted to go back with her new friends, but he could still try.