[ Linhardt is inspecting...something growing in the lobby when the doors fly open. Normally, he's of a mind to ignore when people enter whatever room he happens to be in, but the gravity of this particular entrance is enough to catch his attention as he briefly forgets where he is. This forgetting where he is is, of course, not helped when he realizes that the man coming through is none other than one Hubert von Vestra, Lady Edelgard's own right hand. ]
[ His response is not one of admiration or even respect, though. He just loudly sighs and does what Linhardt does best: complain. ]
You know you don't have to do that every time you enter a room, right? Or is something actually the matter?
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[ His response is not one of admiration or even respect, though. He just loudly sighs and does what Linhardt does best: complain. ]
You know you don't have to do that every time you enter a room, right? Or is something actually the matter?