Two horses and their riders came into view along the dusty road to Lake Palace. One of them appeared to be a knight of King Theodore’s court judging by a banner carried by the second person, apparently his squire. The two of them reigned in their horses as they spotted the company of siblings to their left. They spoke to one another and stared in the direction of the Savilles for a moment before deciding to dismount. The knight walked towards the three of them on foot while his squire followed behind, holding the bridles of both horses as he went.<br/><br/>The knight’s armor was well-polished and his equipment new and clean, as one might expect of an envoy of the King. As he drew closer the family crest of the Dunlap clan became visible on the older man’s tunic. His white hair and deeply grooved expression hinted that this was no herald paying a courtesy call – there was serious business at hand.<br/><br/>As they drew closer the younger man could also be made out. He appeared to be a squire of around eighteen years of age. Wide eyed and curious, his expression was in direct contrast to his more serious mentor.<br/><br/>“Greetings young ones,” the Dunlap map said respectfully with a polite nod. “I am Sir Philip Dunlap of the King’s court, and this is Wylyam, my squire.”<br/><br/>“Pleasure ta’ meet ye,” Wylyam added in a Garikin accent.<br/><br/>“Lord Peter, do you know why we’ve come?” the older man then asked.