Bayliss looked happy, it was good to be welcomed back with such open arms. There was no way to get around the fact that some would forever know him as he was before his fall. But he knew he would do his best to erase the shame he had brought upon himself. Deeds were the worth of a man, not words, however.
"I thank you my lords. Such a welcome I could not hope to have received. So long have I been out of Bretonian politics that I am now unsure as to where to place my feet. But rest assured I shall endeavour to bring myself up to speed as soon as possible. However, deeds are the worth of a man, not words. So without further pomp and ceremony, I say let's get to the business at hand.
Bayliss sat back down and endured the glare from the Duke of Leeds. 'If looks could kill, I'd be a greasy stain.' He thought. It didn't matter, he was back where he belonged. Now to business, oh and ensuring that the BAF war coffers were up to scratch. He could afford it, after all
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.