Kyle approaches the group, catching snippets of oaths and fealty. He is almost certain he hears a familiar voice among them. One with a familiar cadence and a meekness he finds endearing - and completely out of place. Sasha. She's just hiding behind her Mask, ass. And you've been chatting it up with squirrel-girl. He shakes his head at his own silliness.
Once there is a free moment, Kyle approaches the Queen as closely as he thinks respect and courtesy will allow. He takes a breath and steels himself. Ok, man. You got this. This is a good place. Show them what you've got. The Minstrel takes a knee.
"I swear to laugh in the face of what the Gentry desire, and never let anything I say or do lead to the discovery of this Freehold. For a year and a day. And for as long as I am here, I pledge to bring hope and joy to all of the Freehold. To confound the Gentry, I will always wear a Mask outside of the freehold."
-1 WP to secure Freehold Pledge, Expression please