Marie introduces the Bravos to a dashing young gentleman

"And who's your friend over there?" Becky asked, gesturing toward a figure standing a few paces away, seemingly having followed Marie from the castle. She frowned, fingers trailing toward where her dagger would usually have been stored on her waist. "You... do know him, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, of course!" Marie gestured for the young man to step forward. As he moved into the light, his full image came into view. He had short dark-brown hair, poking out form behind a musketeer style hat, complete with feather and all, and bright green eyes, which seemed to be almost brimming with optimism. For a man, he had a very slight frame, with slender hands and a somewhat androgynous looking face. He appeared to have freckles, though the majority of the shape of his face was hidden behind an elaborate butterfly mask which covered up most of his visage.

"Lord Robert Haverfield, lovely to meet you" he said, holding out a hand to Becky.

"Becky Hawthorne, likewise" she replied, frowning slightly. His voice, though steady and confident, felt ever so slightly off. As though he were a teenager trying to sound like an adult.

"I've only just met Lord Haverfield this evening, but I assure you he is quite trustworthy!" Marie was telling Emmaline, earning yet another frown from Becky. She continued in a hushed tone"You might not want to get into too many personal details, but he has been nothing but kind and helpful to me. In fact, it was only in part thanks to him that I heard of your arrival so quickly!"