<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br/>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br/>Time: Day 1 Noon<br/>Tagging: Aveylin, Ellya, open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>To Cedric's great delight the courier returned and let him know he was invited to have a seat with the two princesses. He'd nod and raise from his seat turning to his bodyguard. "I don't believe I have any need to fear a daggers blade just yet, keep my seat warm," he said rising and moving up through the stands towards the princesses. He didn't believe his presence would be allowed to linger too long so soon. He believed just as he with himself they were curious of a man they might be tied with for the rest of their lives, and that required a certain understanding of such a man. Or in his case the woman. He'd move with a kind of presence that showed if no one else did he saw himself as someone who deserved and in return demanded respect. Arms folded behind his back while he moved, his head held straight ahead, just as he had taught his students so long ago. There was a art to making a lasting impression, and it was one he hoped could exceed in when he wasn't dealing with incompetent kings and rebellious nobles.<br/><br/><br/>As he approached the box he would be stopped and the guards would check for any weapons. Cedcric would hold his arms out patiently and allow them to search his person. He hadn't brought his blade with him with the expectations no one would act so early on, not while the guard was still tense with the expectations of a sour lord doing something foolish. When they were done he'd proceed the rest of the way towards the either of the princesses. He'd bow in a humble fashion before rising with a dashing smile, "good afternoon your Highness Avelyn I presume," he asked first letting his eyes lock on Avelyn's own before he'd turn his head and bow once more offering the smile to Ellya, "and good afternoon your highness to Princess Ellya," he said hoping beyond hope that his guesses were spot on. If he guessed wrong it would be the quickest way to spot a fool and possibly offend one of them. However if he guessed right it showed that he might be clever and beyond that he had been doing his homework one both of them, and likely their sisters. The game he was playing was the oldest one, offer a friendly face, discuss things in a friendly matter, but it was nothing more then simply breaking the ice. Getting a feel for the future, planning the next step, and who might be the ripest for the picking. The fact that it appeared he had gotten there before any other lord meant he had a chance to leave a strong impression where and force others to play up to his level. "I am Cedric Valda," he introduced himself.<br/><br/>He'd find his arms folding as he regarded them, "should I also presume that the invitation was to explain how to scout the lords fighting, or simply a chance to scout myself," he asked. Again he was looking to get a feel for them, were these ladies true to the reputation? One so noble and so fair that not a dark or selfish thought existed in her mind? The other a less flattering reputation but clever he had heard more then a couple of times. Were they simply gossip, or was there more substance to either of them. The other clue he left them of course with suggesting they were scouting him, meant he was actually scouting the princesses himself. He was hoping to see that little spark in one of their eyes, the small clue that showed they were simply playing his game back with him. If nothing less this would be a wonderful opportunity to simply enjoy a good conversation.<br/><br/><br/>