Her courtsey to the assembled crowd seemed to be accepted, and most people seemed to go back to their groups or conversations.  Two groups however seemed more interested in Celes then returning to their conversation.  One pair, two men that were older maybe their late fourties, smiled and made some small head bob that made Celes think she might be welcome to come talk to them.   Another group, three women, were staring right at her.  AS she watched one of the women turned and whispered something to one of the others.<br/><br/>Celes decided that the two men might be a better place to start and made her way over to them.  She introduced herself and they each took her hand and kissed the back in turn.  The first man introduced himself as Adolf Von Gunnerkrig, a powerful lord from Germania who spoke the common tongue with a very thick accent that Celes placed as similar to the area she'd just left only a handful of days earlier.  The second man was Lord Aaron ir'Ives, a smaller house in Britania, and one that Celes wasn't familiar with other than by name.<br/><br/><strong>"I vus sayink to Lord ir'Ives here,"</strong>Von Gunnerkrig said through a bushy walruslike mustache,<strong>"zat you ver just in my land vhen I left it only a month ago.  Were you not?  I remember your house, and remember hearing that ir'Vynar's daughter, a firey redhead vas leading ze troops against some barbarians or somesing of zat nature?"</strong><br/><br/>Lord ir'Ives chuckled politely,<strong>"And I, young lady, said that I found it hard to believe that a beauty such as yourself would be found in the battlefield among the mud and the rain.  Certainly he must be mistaken, no?"</strong><br/><br/>Celes's instincts warned her that this could be played poorly.  She had to thread the needle of playing the role of a prim noble woman or she might alienate ir'Ives, but to call Von Gunnerkrig a liar would hurt her families support by the nation of Germania possibly.  She really didn't know the kind of power either of these two men had.