The lady mage picked up on Motto's caution and she never likes any male that eyed her like she was prey. There were people mingling in front of the tavern and protocol was called for. She wrinkled her nose and sucked in a breath, "I am sure it is Sir. Please excuse me. I am preoccupied and no. You may not do me any favors. Gaston will be happy to keep your horse and see your squire is fed."<br/><br/>Kate grasped Motto's wrist and whisked him to her table by the fireplace. Her table was almost full of men and ladies there were two empty seats on the side. Lord Lyons was accompanied by officers and two seats were empty and the foot of the table. As Kate approached the men stood up. She nodded and took a breath then looked at her father. "Good evening Sirs." The server rushed by and pulled out her chair on the end opposite Lord Lyons. As soon as she sat so did the officers. Her father began speaking about the Tournament.<br/>Lord Lyons stood and raised his pewter pint and proposed a toast to all. "Welcome, Wildewooders. I give you the Tournament Champions. Sir Jonathan and Sir Motto. The first draw match in 15 years. A fight well fought. A thank you to our mages for healing wounds and bruised pride. No man was killed or mortally damaged. A successful tournament until next year Sir Jonathan and Sir Motto will share bragging rites. Here! Here!"<br/><br/>The entire tavern raised their glasses and mugs. Hoots and hollers were raised in unison. The moment was deafening. Kate was all smiles and looked upon both men with pride and much joy. She was handed a note and she broke the seal. Read the note quickly them slid it into her skirt pocket.<br/><br/>She clapped as the place erupted with mugs and fist banging on the tables. Jonathan and Motto were brought huge steins of ale and were kissed on the cheek by Heidie.<br/>Heidie hugged them after their ale was set down on the table, "Congrats, This is ya reward an anything ya wants is on tha house. I gots a room and hot bath fur ya. Ya gave us a fight we'll won't forget. What would you like ta eat?"<br/><br/>The noise died down and voices were drowned by music. On a small platform, entertainers played lively music. Patrons danced by there tables. Heidi took their order and left, she turned and faced Motto. "This is your night. your name will be spoken in every household for the rest of the year."