Theadric could not help but laugh out loud; though he had had enough and now remembered why he didn't like royal personages.  In the first place, he was not properly dressed!  His long tunic, the frayed belt he was wearing, and the velvet pants he had received one year as a gift hardly looked appropriate for where he was.  In the second place, even his master did not talk to him as such.<br/><br/>His tone changed serious.  "My master would love to meet you as well; he is not user of magic.  He is a user of wine, women, and song.  I don't chide him for his business, and in return - he does not ask me mine.<br/><br/>"And your majesty, I cannot read dreams.  I only hunt after my own dreams.  Keep the arrow!" He exclaimed, placing it forcefully on the table.  "A travelling salesmen claiming to be a mage sold it to me and said it would take me places."<br/><br/>Standing up (a protocol one must never do in royal company if they are seated), he then this time spoke a little louder for all to hear.  "I serve no one but my master and the poor.  Should you seize me, then you will need to pay Lord Drinian a pretty penny as he will come looking for me.  And no doubt you wish not to further embarrass  yourself to Lord Drinian's house.  I have admired you from afar, Lady Averlee, and perhaps it should s ..." He could not finish the sentence as he noticed the woman's necklace and the head of the dragon.  He knew it was her royal house, but seeing it on her reminded him of ... of dream weaver but more importantly ... he thought his mother wore that insignia.<br/><br/>He knew he could not continue making a scene; he called over to the table server but instead of calling her "wench", he called her "friend".  "Please, sit here at the table of Lady Averlee in my place.  Do not be afraid, Lady Averlee's kindness to all people's are well known."  Though he knew what he was doing was a major slap in the face of royalty.  When the woman was seated, young Theadric kneeled before her in the presence of Lady Averlee.  It was a symbolic gesture that he would not bow down to royalty, at least not this kind.  "Friend, I know not your past or your future.  But this I know; you should be treated with respect and kindness by all.  Please, take this."  He removed the pouch the queen had given him.  "And use it for your family as you see fit.  I promise to, one day be your knight, if you will have me."  The inn was silent; poor Theadric never did know how to behave in houses of extravagant pride.<br/><br/>Standing up, he said, "Please, have my portion of this meal.  You have a fine inn here."  To which, he looked into Lady Averlee's eyes.  "We shall meet again; I know not how, milady.  Perhaps, in tournament ... no Sir Jarl, I will harm no one here.  But please, be yourself and stop your disguises."  With that, an impertinent little Theadric left the inn; he still had to figure a way into tomorrow's tournament, and perhaps on to his destiny.  He knew by morning, his determination would soon turn to doubt, though.<br/><br/>And he knew full well the likelihood of meeting Lady Averlee again was very high, though probably not in fortunate circumstances.  And it made him glad.  He was convinced he had somehow made an impression on ... someone near his kin.