<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Leon Aeide</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The eldest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/1a5b9afe-0161-4354-bc75-a3a3c40a5d28_zps38f9d31e.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Leon looked up when Sir Robert complimented him. Well, even as he disliked Sir Robert, he was vain enough to take a compliment in stride when it came the way. Still he wondered if Sir Robert came to compliment him or if he had some other ideas on his mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I was wondering if I could speak to you about something,...I have a proposition for you, if you are willing to listen...Perhaps over ale?" </span><br/><br/>Well, Leon would be an untypical victorious knight if he would pass up on an ale. Nodding generously he handed his horse to a boy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Why not, what is wrong with an ale after a victory?”</span> Leon followed Sir Robert to a nearby stand, taking the ale he handed him. They sat down on a bench like old pals. It was indeed some deceptive look, as the two had never really thought high of each other. Leon was a brutal man, but he had some respect for family and Sir Robert had not even that. <span style="color: #FF8000">“So, what did you want to propose to me? As I have heard about the little scene you had today with your daughter, I would guess she is somehow involved in it, am I right?”</span><br/><br/>Leon knew how much it must have angered Sir Robert that his own daughter refused him and made him look like a fool in front of other people. But what did he have to do with that? Did Sir Robert need some lessons in how to restrain a woman?</div>