Heroist
Axel approached Alsira Vecchi d'Arkred.
-- Greetings, my lady Alsira. The Knights of Albus are united to take part in the melee. Would you care to join our alliance, to stand against the Albusians?
— Good day to you, my lord... Axel, I trust I have the honor of not being mistaken? — the vaguely familiar name of the grim knight came to mind much later than that of his imposingly jovial colleague.
Having finished her little dessert, the girl elegantly dabbed her lips and glanced toward the Albusian gathering.
— I see, the wolf pack intends to twist a contest of valor into a circus farce? A sorrowful sight to behold at the climax of a fine celebration. There rings in your words a measure of righteous justice, my lord. I see no reason to seek excuses to withhold my modest support for your initiative.