Reyson steels himself, stepping across the floor. If he remembers correctly, this man in the black and red is a fellow young regent; an ideal practice target for this whole networking business. "Excuse me, sir—" Reyson's request catches in his throat as the man turns to face him. It's like approaching the mouth of a furnace, waves of heat and anguish roiling off of a bruised and bloodied soul. He plants his feet against the onslaught, swallowing his words to recollect himself. The man's face is bloodied as well, darkening smears on his skin that nearly match his crimson hair. Reyson knows what the wounds from a punch to the face looks like, though the ones he'd inflicted before weren't quite so impressive. What could have spurned such violence tonight? Was it deserved? He cannot penetrate the surging flames well enough to find any answers. Perhaps he should focus on negotiation, then. A simple, mutually beneficial offer to give him space to assess. "My name is Reyson Lucei de Serenes. I am in need of stamps for this evening's game. You seem to be in need of a healer. Perhaps a trade could be in order?"
His will may have been tempered to steel-like strength, but Arvis is always a man of appearances and political negotiation first. Dripping blood to the marble floors of such a high social event was unbecoming, and he wanted nothing more than to excuse himself to tend to his blackened eyes.
Twice now the endeavor had been interrupted, and heat flares within him before Arvis quells it to face the voice addressing him.
He had seen the laguz tribes about the monastery grounds, but this was the first time he had witnessed one so close. The ethereal aura radiating off the heron made him feel transparent before his gaze. Composure was never before so hard to keep.
Sweat beads beneath his collar and a wry smile curls at his lips.
"You humble me with such an offer, milord. It is pleasure enough to make your acquaintance when I am in such a state." Gloves steeped in iron press to fine lace spotted with such as he bows.
"I am Arvis Iudas Velthomer. Duke of Velthomer and regent of Grannvale."
