[i]With herself introduced, Eredrin straightened herself without any effort, her two feet still firmly rooted on the bloodied, gore-slathered floor. She remained standing there, legs rigid and still, her entire body straight, back firm. She had a perfect posture, and yet she held it like an absolute pro. Seemed she had an obsession or something of the sort with perfection... first her walking, now the way she stood. She remained quiet while Samantha spoke and had her little moment, merely spectating when she grabbed the crown off of the ground, a few droplets of still-wet blood dripping off it and trickling to the ground, where it fell into a puddle. Not a word left her lips when the gold-plated lady crushed the headwear, though those unique eyes did dart over to the dusty as it fluttered in a non-existent wind. And then, Sam kneeled, and with it, she spoke those few words. Eredrin smiled softly and meekly, her lips parted in what could only be described as a kind grin. Her composure shattered as she stepped forwards, bringing her spear with her with that single step, and giving it an elegant twirl as she simply curtsied. Ere held her head bowed low for just a moment before she straightened herself once more, returning to that perfect stance from before, spear placed at her side, arm wrapped around it.[/i] "And I'll be the second knightess, if you would not mind..." [i]An interesting proposal.[/i] "And even if you do, it's still a pleasure and a joy to meet you, Sam!"