His monarch called, and he would come. Uisge was not at all bothered by his inability to continue the spar with Kylar, however, unexpected accidents happened in the field. Even so, he was proud of whatever position his Monarch would place him in, though he did want to speak to her about a position better suited to his abilities. He would stalk in, posture high and confident as sapphire pools cast about for his Queen. He nodded a greeting to her as well as to the new Duke, for he would not hold grudges but instead, he would respect him. Spars to Uisge were all in good sport, no matter how dirty he wanted to play sometimes. However, cheating for a rank was in no way sportsmanlike, but nobody said he couldn't do it outside of work. A devious grin spread across his maw as he took a seat among the already gathered.
