James smiled as the king proclaimed the feast in his honor, feeling...well, honored by the idea. Usually, he would dine to the name of a victory, or of a commander, but he himself being the center of attention was...well, a bit new to him. Granted, he enjoyed the spotlight, but he wasn't about to let it go to his head.<br/><br/>James rose at the king's command, and though he had stated his name before, it was apparent that the king wanted everyone to know his name, so out of politeness, he obliged, clearing his throat as he looked upon the guests in the dining hall. "My name is James Fields, I am the son of Roland Fields. I did not to expect to see more bloodshed, having just returned from a lengthy campaign...but I am glad that I was able to save the fair daughter of your king."