One useful feature of the arming coat was the many arming points used for attatching pieces of armour. With the absense of full plate harness, some of the arming points could be spared to make a string or leather thong to replace the locket chain.
Everything seemed to go well. Mostly Julen did the talking, which Railtus was happy with. Habit was to take charge but he was not in the habit of considering his friends and allies to be mere servants best kept in the background.
While the ending was neat to the investigation, none of it so much as pretended to be a good result. It seemed that Ramas was beyond their power to help, or to more than just say a prayer. With luck, Ydren would guide another angel towards this tragedy, where good could easily be done and greatly needed doing.
With this result, Railtus gave word of who he was and where he could be found for the remainder of the week, with the request that he be contacted if there is word on Ramas and his injuries. Made perfectly clear was the fact that Railtus would cover the treatment of the boy's injuries, in case there remained cause for reluctance.
Night having fallen, Railtus was back at House Anstrun, wondering about word from Mavelle. Seeing her was something that he had taken for granted. The return was in time for the family dinner, something that had been made clear to him after the last night. So one good meal later, and he was ready for bed.
Granted, a very wary meal considering Phelan was there. When Phelan through insults at him, Railtus dismissed them casually, stating his disinterest in Phelan's opinion quite openly. Lord Kendall watched this carefully, curious as to how this would play out.
"Baron Antal has insulted us by demanding we keep his whelp, this child." Phelan stated. Yet again.
"As I recall, there was neither a demand nor an insult, merely a friendly request between kinsfolk. You are familiar with the concept?"
The food was marvellous. The company, less so. Somehow, it had been arranged for Railtus to be sat within tormenting distance of Phelan, and beyond flirting distance with Mavelle. Cautiously, Railtus had to wonder if that was deliberate.
"Now you insult me, at my father's table." Phelan sneered.
"How?" Railtus laughed. The notion of insulting Phelan held no discomfort for him. Not like leaving him alive did. When Phelan did not immediately answer, Railtus followed casually, "Are you done?" Not even waiting for an answer, he got back to his food.
Apparantly Phelan was not done. "I was told we would have a warrior here, instead I find before me a coward."
For a remark like that to be accepted at the table was something shocking to Railtus. By habit, he contained the extent of his shock, limiting the visible expression to mere surprise. Taking a long moment to compose himself, he left Phelan chance to press his claim.
"So why should we open our doors to a coward?"
No. Stay calm. Do not give in to pride. Act as an Angelsworn. Bring about his downfall by all means. Innocent folk would be well served by it. Now the echoes were gnawing on his will.
That was it.
"A warrior uses his sword for better reasons than vain and foolish pride." Railtus snapped. "Which is why your insults go unchallenged."
"Then you have no honour." gloated Phelan.
Again, these were severe insults. Railtus cast glances around to see if anyone would intervene. Attention was being paid, but no intervention took place. "I shall not accept your word on honour."
"You accuse me of lying?"
"Others can determine that for themselves." Railtus did not even look up from his food.
"Look at me when I talk to you." Phelan demanded.
Denying his reflex, Railtus controlled his gaze to pass over the other members of the household, paying no more heed to Phelan than any other, before resuming his meal.
"A whelp, a coward & without honour. A child who offers nothing to this House." declared Phelan, sweeping an arm grandly in the direction of Railtus, who was already thinking that Phelan matched his own description.
Looking towards the Lady Maragrane, inspiration struck Railtus. "Many tales exist about you, they never mention such impeccable conduct." Sarcasm was unusual for Railtus, neatly channeling his contempt. Another thought stuck him at that very moment. "It is the place of the Lord & Lady of the House to judge my worth as they see fit. Not. Yours. In this regard, your opinion is of no importance, so I would as lief not hear it."
Sudden silence. No one objected. Standing up to Phelan was a rare occurance.
"Remember your place child!"
"I do." answered Railtus, with dead certainty. "As I remember yours. Respect the Elders of the House by not challenging their judgement quite so publically." Silence from Kendall. Silence from Maragrane. While arrogance from Phelan was accepted, Kendall could not allow it to continue without coming down decisively on the obvious conflict between Railtus and Phelan.
Phelan said something, but Railtus had by now stopped listening. Moodily, he went up to his bedroom, seeking no one out.