Dianne
Kiervan Czerich, the rusty pail

Sir Hubert Horace... Knights. There were no knights in Azarya. The idea of a warrior-caste had never taken root on the country, despite many attempts to create one.

"I see. And what brings you here Sir Hubert? It is not usual to see a knight in a place like this."
Ralph
As the conversation went on more, the young knight decided to make his move. He slowly approaches the duos who were sitting at the tables nearby. His cape swings as he walks. " It seems that you two are having a good conversation, " He pointed out as he stood before them and smiled. He took a step back as he bowed to the elderly knight. 

" Sir. " The young knight welcomed him as he dimly grinned at him.
Dianne
"This here is Sir Hubert Horace. We were discussing the reasons behind our travels," Said the meister. He then turned to face the old knight, and raised a hand to introduce the young one. "Sir Hubert, I present you Sir Bryan Verandus."