[OOC: Our characters are the same age
]
D'Alençon paused, surprised a little by the priest who confronted him.
He then glanced back up at the gathering on the hill, and then back to his tent, nodding at it.
"Perhaps a necessary one." He said solemnly in his native accent, continuing his path towards the tent, expecting the shrewd priest to follow.
"I am Philippe of Alençon, Mareschal de Champagne," he said, nearing the tent's door. The canvas was striped with
jaune and
bleu, but the colors were somewhat faded and tattered by the mud and elements.
Philip leaned into the tent flap before entering, looking around inside for his sister.