Of course, Elwyrr isn't satisfied, and bluntly informs him that, with a few years of training that intense, Caiaphas<em>might</em>see results along the lines of what he's looking for. "Your stance is terrible, your forms are sloppy, and your reactions are lethargic. A child could beat you after a few minutes of toying with you, assuming you didn't simply trip and impale yourself with your own sword," he says, in the same condescending tone he's used, throughout the training. "But, that's all I can do for now. Go get cleaned up and ready for tonight. I'd hate for you to humiliate yourself, especially since I now have a stake in the fight, on your behalf."<br/><br/>The Court function is just as extravagant as the first he remembers attending, although the fact that he can now see the magical platform certainly makes for a less harrowing experience. Throughout the evening, a number of different fae come to speak with him, some he recognizes, or knows well, and some he's never seen before, mostly interested in getting to know him and win favors or wheedle out information from him.