Kate plucked the last string and ended the song. She watched as Motto approached her father. The mage felt uneasy as the older knight spoke abruptly and called her love a cheat and a lier. The room went silent. She gasped as she held the palm of her left hand over her mouth.  Motto was drunk and in no condition to meet her father or wield a sword.  Kate did not like the demeanor of Drandur and he made Motto more than nervous. She hated the rancid smell if fear. With her right hand in her lap, she wiggled her finger and behind her covered mouth, she whispered spell words.<br/><br/>Lord Lyons had taken a dring of amber dark ale then set his mug down in the table. The Lord gazed upon both Motto and Drandur,  "This is all very sudden Sir Motto. Come, see me proper on the marrow."<br/>He squinted and raised a brow, " You have strong accusations. Sir? Have we met? Who are you to accuse one of my elite knights?"