Averlee listened to him as she sipped the mead. She would glance and nod his voice was familiar and his eyes, nose and cheeks they reminded him of her father or was it her grandfather. He stood a bit shorter than her father. His fingers were long and his palm was thick like her fathers. She could see that he would be strong to hold a long bow. He spoke not knowing his lineage. She make a note to ask the royal herald, Lord Falquire. His mother was able to read that was good.  Averlee knew most serfs were illiterate. She often thought of her own mother. Rumors said that her father married a princess that was to alley two kingdoms. That her father and mother both had lovers they had to give up. Averlee thought the whole business was a lie. Then looked at this young man that was very close to her own age, she wondered and that he knew little of his past. Then he mentions he had a mother. She put the thought aside. He mentions having a master and shows her the arrow.<br/><br/>Averlee had rarely seen a magical item. She knew they existed, her father despised magic and feared it. No one at court was allowed to use magic. If they did it was not mentioned. The princess was very interested in magic and items manipulated by magic. "Your master is a user of magic. I would like to meet him. Can you use magic. 'A hunter of dreams you say. You wish to be a 'knight of mercy." She chuckles. "Lofty dreams never come true. What say you then are my dreams?" Her expression turned serious. "You say you are a hunter and yet do not know how to use a bow. Yet you say this arrow belongs to you. Then no double the arrow and the bow are enchanted? If you are lying then you will be taken under guard and forced into serving me." She gives him a very severe look.