“No, Sir Jonas,” Philip replied. “Though he is like the son I never wanted.” Philip pushed on Wil’s shoulder as he joked, bringing a smile to the younger man’s face. The two of them had a good relationship and Wil was well accustomed to Philip’s peculiar sense of humor. A few polite laughs could be heard around the room in response.<br/><br/>“Wil, why don’t you introduce yourself properly to the court?” Philip asked his squire.<br/><br/>Will extracted himself carefully from the bench he was sitting on so that he could stand and properly and address Sir Jonas. He stood perfectly straight with his hands behind his back as he spoke with in a clear, confident tone. These things did nothing to distract the audience from his thick Garakin accent, however.<br/><br/>“Sir Jonas, Eet is a pleasure tae join ye at coort, Thenk ye fur yer hospitality,” he began with a polite nod. Wil went out of his way to avoid eye contact with anyone other than Sir Jonas. “I am the secon’ son of Earl Allan Ramsay of Som’rset.”<span style="font-style: italic">The Bastard,</span>he thought to himself. “Wi' the death of mah half-brother many years ago, I am heir to the County of Som’rset.”<span style="font-style: italic">As long as my father and his wife do not have any more male children.</span>Wil bowed again for good measure and waited on the pleasure of Sir Jonas.<br/><br/>It was generally known that Earl Allan was unwell and unable to leave home. Since Wil was squired to a knight of the King’s household it was unlikely that Wil has seen much of his father of late.