Motto’s spirits lifted somewhat in the cool waters; his light fatigue melting away the heat of his body also eased.  A surprised expression betook him when fine clothes were brought and he felt lighter than ever with the soft fabric hanging from his shoulders.  He would have to speak with the Master of games now that he was cleaned and dressed.  Kate’s words echoing in his ears, the knight walked in silence to the Boars Tusk, laughing only when John asked if his tongue had been wounded by chance.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Nay John.  That would only be possible if you were able to get close to me.”</span><br/><br/>“Have you already forgotten my strikes then?”  John raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"There you two are. Still friends. Heidie's is the best place in town to celebrate. You both bested twenty-six of your fellow knights. That is no easy feat."</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c5e8ac628f5922293b5734d960aaeab9/tumblr_inline_pf5jrmKOPp1trff3p_540.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“My Lady..”</span>Motto’s smile faded a little as he turned to her.  She was indeed a kind woman.<span style="color: #00FF40">  “I shall celebrate once I have word with the Master of games.  John is the tournament’s champion..my fight was aided by an unseen force and it is a dishonor to claim victory that is not truly mine.”</span><br/><br/>He bowed to the beautiful noblewoman and looked around to see if the games Master was enjoying drink nearby.