"The Starlit Knight" listened to the event master for the remainder of the speech their eyes weren't on the Master of Events, not the knight before them, but instead was listening to the awed whispers of the crowd 'Who is He?' 'I bet he's dreamy under that armor' 'Just look how it shines!.' The knight basked in these miniature praises as the speech went on in the background. It wasn't until the sound of hooves approaching that they looked up to see a young squire boy, who almost towered over the elegant plume of the helm of their armor, leading their large sterling stead. They gave a gentle pat to the flank before the squire handed the lead over to the knight with a bow.<br/><br/>"My deepest apologies for my tardiness Sir Knight," he gulped as he looked to the knight and squinted trying to peer through the visor slit into the eyes of the knight he was assigned to serve for the evening. The knight was shorter then he, but the aura he gave off had the squire uneasy.<br/><br/>The Starlit Knight nodded and flipped a gold coin toward the squire who scrambled after it before the Knight and Steed turned and went to their side of the arena to mount up for the events. Soon they would face their match, and win, and win the one after...They were determined to bring home the gold...