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All this time, the Knight of Onslaught, my lord Edal Mraksvet, had been watching the proceedings with inner unease.
He was a rather shy man, and being at such events was very difficult for him, though nothing in his appearance betrayed it.
"And even the ceilings here are too high to reach."
He was quite tall and had a peculiar habit — trying to reach the ceilings of whatever rooms he found himself in with his hand. For reasons unknown to him, it calmed him down. However, here even ten arms would not have been enough for that.
"Haaa... And why am I such an ordinary man? There are so many outstanding personalities here, and the Knights have such a powerful aura... Not like mine. Am I doomed to a drab life, and is drowning in the shadows of the crowd my fate? And I'm not even married — His Generosity offered me fine women who would surely have made good wives, but I'm such a not-like-everyone-else and I want one who would inspire me to great and beautiful things, not just be furniture in the house. I suppose I'm just a damn fool — may my ancestors forgive me for the profanity, but there's no other way to put it."