Ophion/Juliette
Ophion anticipated a cleaner departure, but he was no agile Bards Guild associate. Stealthy escapes were not his specialty. Had he been watching his step, the stumble could have been avoided. Alas, he had not and instead found himself inadvertently pushing the Coulombe girl aside.
"Out of my way," he snarled roughly, mouth pulling back into a tight frown. She was already 'out of his way,' of course. Youthful but delicate, the child noble stood little chance against the hulking, tall figure of the last Barnard. At her apology, he simply scowled, brushing it off along with the wrinkles in his clothes.