<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/>"Farewell, Orianthi!" the Knight said as he placed his helmet on his head.   "I shall be delighted to show you my mother's gardens, but I confess that I am the<em>worst</em>guide.  Ha ha ha."<br/><br/>Though Sir Ralph had to have his Page polish his armor, the morning wasn't entirely lost.  This particular knight simply could not wait to return to the Order and retell, in great detail, how Prince Kale spoke to the feared King and Queen of Aserit.  It wasn't diplomatic, that is to be sure, but what could be expected from the Prince?  He knew the wilderness better than the palace, and was better suited to nail horseshoes than to speak politely.  However, Sir Ralph knew the esteemed Knight Commander to be a master of marshaling his men.  Perhaps, he was also a master of inciting them, too.<br/><br/>"Do as your mother says," the Knight Commander said to Prince Auron as he turned his horse about.   "Does the Prince also require a wet nurse?  Ha ha ha."<br/><br/>Sir Ralph didn't want to laugh because his ribs hurt and because he didn't want to be the victim of Aserit treachery.  He was afraid.  But the Knight Commander didn't seem to care.  The Knight Commander could be like that.  Not apathetic to the plight of others.  But bent on his self destructiveness like no other.  And why?  His hatred towards the Aserit consumed him.  As long as he roamed, there could be no peace.  The Knight secretly wondered if Prince Kale was afraid of leading a life where he didn't have to hate anyone.<br/><br/>"You know, Sir Ralph," the Knight Commander said in his pleasant, booming voice as he turned his horse and led the delegation towards the castle gates,  "It is not a terrible thing to have been kicked by the Queen.  I hear she does to all of her subjects."<br/><br/>"You joke about something that is no joking matter, Your Highness!"<br/><br/>The Knight Commander nodded at Lorenzo, and grinned down at him.<br/><br/>"Ah, First Sword!" Prince Kale said.   "Hello.  I have not seen you in a long time.  How pleasant to see you today."  The Prince didn't really know Lorenzo.  He knew that he was his father's friend.  Maybe his mother's lover?  He didn't know.  Aside from a few lessons at the onset of his childhood, his interaction with the First Sword was very limited.  And then, of course, the Prince knew what every Theirian knew about him.  Like every other Theirian youth, Kale had wanted to emulate the First Sword.  But that desire ended long ago.   "I saw you in the courtyard earlier.  I did not alarm you, did I?"