<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a0/42/97/a0429768a1b37bcb7d5ae90678f6fcd9.jpg)</div><strong>Sebastian Van Carlyle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313925.msg15196499#msg15196499)</strong><hr/><br/>Sebastian gives a short bow of respect in return, angled at precisely the appropriate angle that the Principe warrants from his status. Straightening, he answers in accented but clear and correct Spanish to Senora Giraldo.<abbr title="The Principe's words are warm in our hearts, and we see no poverty that needs apology. That the Principe's soldiers fight on the front lines so resolutely is honor in itself, and reflects in turn with honor upon their lord. I and those I command are warriors, after all. And for a man who can command such stalwart troops, we can only be eager to bring him a similar measure of honor with our war-deeds in his service.&quot;"><strong>"Las palabras del Príncipe son cálidas en nuestros corazones, y no vemos que la pobreza necesite disculpas. Que los soldados del príncipe luchan en primera línea tan resueltamente, es honor en sí mismo, y reflexiona a su vez con honor sobre su señor. Yo y los que mando son guerreros, después de todo, Y para un hombre que puede mandar tales tropas acérrimas, nosotros solo podemos estar ansiosos para traerle una medida similar de honor con nuestros actos de guerra a su servicio."</strong></abbr><br/><br/>Those soldiers held back from the war to provide pomp and circumstance would be watching and listening, after all. And Sebastian was well aware that it would be those same soldiers he and the Valkyries would be fighting alongside in the months to come - showing them he did not disdain them in the same breath he praised their liege lord was the sort of calculated flattery he had long mastered in a life before this one.