<div class="floatright">(https://img.webnovel.com/bookcover/19905752406914205/600/600.jpg?coverUpdateTime=1619213439231&amp;imageMogr2/quality/40)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sir Cecil Frostmantle<br/><strong> Location:</strong>Mess Tent<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>None<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>finished shaving, summoned his armor, and went to dine<br/><hr/><br/>Once Cecil vanquished his afternoon shadow, he summoned his cobalt blue armor to him.  Pieces emerged from a pocket dimension in the outskirts of the ether, and they appeared before him, floating.  With his arms extended out beside him, and his feet shoulder width apart, the armor began to snap to him, first at the boot, then up the calves, across his thighs, then around his pelvis, all the way up his chest.  Upon reaching his neck, a neck garter appeared, which encased his throat.  The armor then encased his arms until dual vembraces adorned his ham-sized hands.  His guisarme, a pole-arm with an axe for a head, sailed towards him, appearing from nowhere, spinning, whooshing, and then stopping abruptly once Cecil caught it.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath as he the guisarme became smaller and smaller until it became a sigil that adorned his breastplate squarely in the center.  He then picked up his helmet, and, cradling it under a massive arm, he sauntered towards the kitchen tent so as to get something to eat.<br/><br/>There, he found a host of creatures big and small.  The young knight did not greet them, however.  They looked like they were all in a frenzied conversation, and Cecil was loathe to contribute to it.  As he watched them go on, he could not help but observe that he did not quite understand the<em>order</em>of their conversation.  There seemed to be no flow.  It just happened, and Cecil got so lost attempting to discern where<em>exchanges</em>occurred that he simply gave up trying to figure them out.<br/><br/>"It's just as well," Cecil said to no one in particular.<br/><br/>Cecil grabbed a plate, filled it, and carried it back towards the tables to find an empty seat.  Finding a seat when you were as big as he was often a tedious task.  He could not take the end of a bench because that might result in him catapulting someone sitting on the other end a few feet in the air.  Cecil also needed some shoulder room, too, so he stood there, waiting, watching, until something became available.