<span style="color: #00FF40">"I...My Lady, I shall keep silent on it for your sake.  Your reputation is far more worth protecting than my pride!"</span>With that, Motto laughed heartily and felt his worries fade.  True honor resided in one's heart and not in one's deeds.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Ah.. well..you may...call me what you like, My Lady." </span>The question flustered him a little..mostly he went by "you there," or "that one" on the ship.<span style="color: #00FF40"> "I am Motto..my name, that is.  I am a knight but of another territory..I suppose you can address me..how you like.  Heh."</span>He laughed awkwardly before giving his head a little shake.<span style="color: #00FF40"> "My apologies, I do not talk very much with people.  I have few words, My Lady." </span>His smile was polite with a short nod.<br/><br/>Motto looked around for Jon in hopes he might join them and ease his clumsy way of conversation.  Instead he locked eyes with one not so friendly man.  Drandur.  They were close once, but Drandur became strange and envious of Motto and ended up beating him in a drunken rage.  It was unpleasant to distance himself from Drandur, but Motto knew not what else to do.  Now the twisted acquaintance slowly made his way across the tavern and looked Lady Kate up and down with a subtle but vicious eye.  "You fought well today."<br/><br/>Sir Motto shifted his stance involuntarily; Drandur was quick and strong.  Even when heavy with drink, he was able to overpower him and do him harm.<span style="color: #00FF40">"Thank you.  Sir Drandur, this is Lady Kate, the sister of my opponent.  My Lady, Sir Drandur is ..my friend and we belong both soldiers to King Stenphak."<br/></span><br/>"It is a pleasure."  Sir Dandur bowed low.