<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kale<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  City Streets<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Aserits<br/><br/>Sir Ralph and Sir Pontius were bewildered by Prince Kale's bold statement.  It had first struck them as being uncharacteristic.  The Prince was never sarcastic, and seldom laconic.  In fact, the Prince had a reputation for being very serious, albeit liberal with what he found humorous.  Secondly, to speak in such a way to the Queen of Aserit, that feared host from that nation beyond!  Men had been cut down for much less, and yet here sat their stalwart leader, fearing little and hating so much.  It was a true testament to Kale's hatred, really, to be so uncharacteristic to his nature (which was stoic and calm), but the two knights had some insight to that festering, unbridled passion towards the Aserit crown, for the two had campaigned with the Prince, and had seen how ravenous he was in the Charge.<br/><br/>But the Prince was not done.  When the Queen laughed, the Prince laughed, too.  In fact, his booming laugh echoed from his powerful lungs.<br/><br/>"Lads," he said slowly, in between laughs,  "The Queen thinks that she can help these refugees."<br/><br/>"How noble!" said Sir Ralph.<br/><br/>"I -- " but herein, he witnessed the thrown tomato.  He glanced into the crowd, but could not see the culprit.  He had to do something for that poor individual, whom he presumed to be a man.  No one stood a chance against the Princess.<br/><br/>"Well, Your Highness, now I must confess that your daughter and I have met in the battlefield," he said.  His piercing almond eyes were sincere, and he could not remove his gaze from the Queen's even if he wished.   "I do not have children, but it must be very disappointing to have such an accomplished child that is so proud.  I marvel at her skill, but alas am saddened that such a splendid combatant should be so little and so stupid as to be incited by a peasant.  A true pity for Aserit.  Were your daughter a master of her fury, our besieged nation would truly know fear."<br/><br/>He then glanced at Auron, and made a gesture to him:<br/><br/>"Is this the heir to your crown, m'lady?" he asked.   "I had heard that your heir was gangly and feminine, but this man is dangerous.  You said he was your son, but I know very little about your line."