<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/5ba018be4bbbad06e1bc42bda50e3a7f/tumblr_nkm6c2THr51tk4029o9_r1_1280.jpg)</div>Sariel rose from her kneeling position, since it seemed that the business was one with the monarchs. Part of her expected a little more pomp. But truly, she was rather relieved that there<em>wasn't</em>. After all, under all the sacred trimmings, behind the sword and divine magic, she<em>was</em>just a street urchin, really... wasn't she? She looked to Nys then, after she had risen.<strong>"If you wish, sir Vendatti, I will stand at your right; My sword and my knowledge are at your hand."</strong>The formal words sound somehow foreign in her mouth, and she suddenly feels stiff and wooden. And she doesn't have the shell of armor to blame for that. Maybe that's why...<br/><br/>Assuming the king and queen dismiss them, Sariel... visibly relaxes and turns to Rumahs, offering the young man a smile.<strong>"Is there anything you need  hand with, Rumahs? I figure it's only fair, if you're going to be volunteering as squire... even if only for a few moments, I should offer to help you as well."</strong>