Lord Salgant has been very nice ask other Seconds about the job
...Right! Yeah. We'd be glad to help get you settled. And schedule you for a head exam, maybe. You poor girl. *rubs his neck and tips his head back and forth experimentally* So, uhm. *waggles a hand at the court, thinking to move things along before Duilien's head explodes* Score's tied at twelve so far. Sir, where do you want—oh. Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name?