Vincent was just kind of meandering aimlessly about, waiting anxiously for Lykoth to return from the Great Hall. She was meeting King Akkiel for the first time today, and he couldn't help but feel a little fidgety for his older cousin. Hopefully the old king would be pleased with what she'd accomplished so farâ€"she'd put in a lot of hours; there'd been times when he'd literally had to drag her to her chambers to get some rest. Of course, maybe some of his anxiety could have been eased if he'd actually gone into the Great Hall and witnessed whatever it was that was going on, but he'd seen a lot of noblemen and women flocking to the area, and he already had his fair share of stuffiness working here.
Lykoth could deal with the politics. He was content mingling with the soldiers and commoners and handling the criminals.
It was then, as he was pacing around, debating whether he wanted to go outside for a breath of fresh air or wait here for the meeting to end, that the castle doors were opened to admit two men, one of which was clearly marked as an Adela knight and the other of which...looked like a commoner. Which wasn't a big deal to Vincent at all. Hell, if he didn't have to look as "noble" as his lineage declared while within the castle, he'd wear a commoner's clothes all the time! But when he wasn't rooting out riff-raff, and when there was a big castle event going on, he had a responsibility to dress accordingly and properly represent the castle, itchy collars and all, no matter how much it bugged him.
He paused in mid-step and looked inquiringly over at the pair, and was just able to catch the tail-end of the knight's speech. A small smirk curved his lips. Wow, since when had the castle become a tourist's attraction?
In any case, there were really only a few reasons he could think of that a knight would be escorting a commoner through the castle. Either he was a grave criminal who's crimes were so great that they required the immediate attention of the monarchsâ€"which it certainly didn't appear, given the lack of manacles and overall friendliness and allâ€"or the man was seeking something. Obviously, it was the latter.
Turning around to face them fully, short red braids swaying with the action, he cleared his throat. "Ah...can I help ya?" He decided to just ask that simple question, and he knew it wasn't exactly a proper greeting, but oh well.