[He rises, but falls into a deep, respectful curtsy-bow.] Thank you. Truly, Count Baurendouin. I shall not give you reason to regret nor rescind your blessing.

[He finally fully straightens, placing a hand on Francel's shoulder and nodding to him with a relieved smile. He glances at Emannellain.]

Lord Emmanellain, I cannot prevent you from spreading gossip, but pray do be tasteful. I have no doubt that it will find its way to my office by morning, and I would prefer not to offer too many corrections to my knights.

[His smile is deadly.]

Lords of Haillenarte, I will arrange invitations to dinner at my home later this week. I would be well pleased if you would all attend in goodwill.