OOC: A male two-year old with blond hair and green eyes in very good health. Apart from his green eyes, he takes after his father.

"I see. It is good that she asks for me, for maybe the face of my youngest will cure my soured mood, and it assures me that she at least cares about how a mother would feel when told when her son was visited by a stranger. You may leave, Lieutenant."
The Kharonis born left him with this half-rant, too busy with her own fury at the little Glowstone. As she quickly walked down the hallway leading to Richard's room, her blood continued to boil hotly in her angry veins. Why did she have to live in this blasted land, where slipping a blade into a thorax or some poison into a tea was frowned upon, but refusing to aid another was still a veritable practice? Without counter-violence as a check and balance, how would one keep the smug little ones, the ones who deserved to get crucified and their bowels spread out for the populace to enjoy the most by far, in line? The Desciels knew to keep them in line enough to respect their elders and even the Skythex were usually respected by their offspring (though Pythiaere had to admit that the threat of being eaten alive was obviously a very effective tool).
Eventually, she reached the room where she could already hear Helga talk to a woman, and as she entered, the lady saw a strange woman holding Richard and talking to him softly, speaking soothing words in a soothing tone much like Helga would often do for him.
"You must be the Saint, yes?", she asked sharply, closing the door behind herself and not minding the proper etiquette for addressing one of God's chosen flock. "I am the one of whom that child you are blessing is born. It was said you desire my acquaintance?"

OOC: I leave you in each others hands. Stahlpanzer is just outside of Richards room.

<Oliver Heinrich>
The man groaned in pain as he swung his legs around the bed and to stand up. A loud yawn was released as well. "How long did I sleep?" He saw sunshine already coming in from the window. Walking up to it and pushing it to the side revealed that it was probably just before noon. "Breakfast already over." His stomach growled at that comment. With a double-clap his personal serf was summoned and he dressed into his knightly armor. Sword sheathed on the outside of his shield which was carried in his left hand. As the knight he was he went to grab a horse, in order to prepare for the tournament at the training grounds, outside the castle.


<Tournament Training Grounds; Outside of the Lion's Den - Archers Camp>
A tiny little man, not taller than 4 feet stood there among the others. They laughed at him as he arrived, fully clad in bright red robes adorned with gold, presenting the roaring lion of the Lionhearts on his chest. "It is like you have never seen The Imp before." He commented to those laughing around him and drew an arrow from the quiver on his back. Placing it on his shortbow as he breathed in. Taking aim as he breathed out. And then he released it upon the target.

Bullseye. "Well, my training is done. Anyone mind to fetch a goblet of wine?" He wondered, looking up to the men to his right and left which looked with awe at the little man of what he just did, it looked so simple but the various arrows in the targets pretty much announced by themselves that it was the first bullseye of the morning.

- Katire Pietas
"I must be, Lady Lionheart. Forgive me, I could not resist holding such a beautiful and spirited babe. Salutations, I am Saint Kateri Pietas of St. Lexarius' Church of the God-Emperor. Your husband, Lord Lionheart, has requested I bless Richard Lionheart's continued health and happiness. It is was my intention to wait to do this until you arrived."
Kateri walked to Pythiaere, offering her son for her to take. The baby boy was energetic with all the attention, and happy to see his mother. Kateri smiled at this.

<Meanwhile - Elsewhere>

The pitch black eyes opened, the nostrils letting long lingering ash out. A sniff was taken in and a human servant arrived. "Five more days, milord, until the tournament." The eyes simply blinked once and then shut completely again. Annoyed groaning was the only sound emitting...

Pyth almost violently snatched the child from the Saint's hands and turned her shoulder to Pietas for a while as she pressed Richard to her bosom quickly. The little Lionheart seemed disturbed and confused by being torn away from the friendly woman and cried out, though he spilt no tears.
Clutching the fruit of her womb nearly suffocatingly tight, the lady realized her error and she loosened her grip slightly, turning to Pietas again with a sigh. "These are troubled times, your eminence. Your gift is greatly appreciated..." She paused to look at the little green-eyed angel. The eyes of a true Kharonis he had, but she was sure he would one day lead Lionheart, if the house would still stand once the war was over. Would it ever end?
"We all... I think we should all remember He who protects us, He whose light shines upon us all in these times, in quiet contemplation; not sink into an abyss of vine's drink and whore's ministrations out of desperation. I just wish more men had an eye on this. Thank you... thank you for your time..."

Having done with most of the conversations in and around the delegation Samuel walked away from the dedicated living quarters servicing the mission, having finished with his personal agenda in finding marshal Glowstone the next course of action Heinrich thought was to find the registration for the tournament. After registering Samuel could think of little else to do for the remainder of the day, unlike yesterday his social obligations were fairly straightforward and involved little politics beyond simple conveying of messages.

Maybe when he was done with those responsible for signing on nobles for the tournament he would go down to the city garrison to check on his charge of guardsmen, it was a lowly task but while the army of the entire nation were yet to be truly mobilized it was all the Samuel could do with his current job. While Heinrich was away the captain of the guard would likely have resumed his role at leading the guard and had probably got wind of what had happened last night, for what it was worth it may be prudent to set the garrisons many minds at ease regarding the confrontation at the tavern.

OOC: I finally can appear again.

Loud claps ended the silent awe of all the Soldiers. The only one creating the noise was the Champion himself. Uchiha Lionheart. He moved closer to the little man with each clap, ending with him about 20 feet away. Clad in Chainmail and Tabard any Sergeant would acquire. Unless looked closely, he hid in the crowd of Soldiers. He did not have any of his equipment that was assigned his position. The facemask and shoulder cape.

The whole courtyard looked back at the Lionheart, grins already filling faces, on what he would do to the midget. Without any other words, Uchiha took a bite of his green apple, before tossing it high in the air. Obviously expecting something.

<Lion's Den Main Plaza>
It was a busy plaza, given that here was the registration. Though it became quick evident that more people came to watch who would register, rather than actually intending to participate. As Samuel approached the registration clerks, the whisper among the people increased three-fold. Obviously discussing how well he would do...

Many knights stepped aside for the secondborn of his houses lord and let him register freely. Though the clerks seemed to be unimpressed with anyone who came here, for they only cared about who would participate where. "So for which disciplines will you register?" One of the men asked bored and with tired eyes.


<Tournament Training Grounds>

The Imp simply shot the apple with bow and arrow, piercing it in half and causing the arrow to land in one of the trees. "Moving targets are a far more entertaining challenge. Especially if drunk! So how about some wine?" He put his bow over his shoulder and walked up to the giant of a man, though everyone was a giant in his eyes. He looked up to the Champion and smiled. "Just let it be no white. I prefer the finest of reds."

Samuel ignored the audible whispers around him as he approached the clerks sitting behind their registration desk, the men responsible for the signing up of nobles for the tournament seemed the same old tiring bureaucrats that the tournament organizers usually employ. Knowing that such men were not usually ones to assume details from would be participants Samuel described the nature of his registration

'I wish to participate in the main tournament for the prize of lady Delphi, I am registering my combat disciplines under the use of two handed weapons and close quarters combat for this particular event.'

<Tournament Registration - Main Plaza>
"Samuel Heinrich. King of Hearts Tournament. Two-Handed Weapon." The man confirmed as he filled the name into the form.

"Not going to participate in the jousting, register your name for the ten on ten random combatants pool or archer contest?" The man wanted to confirm. Would be a shame if he would be held responsible for the young Heinrich not attempting to claim a prize in all categories.