Rabastan glanced past his brother, towards the banner and he shook his head slightly - a rue smile cross his lips for a moment. "I'm just not...in the mood to celebrate, Rodolphus. I'm tired from the try-outs." He said, not meeting his brother's eyes.
The banner was a nice touch, and if he was still feeling proud of himself he would have loved it but at the moment he was just tired.