<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>:  Lorenzo<br/><br/>Behold, that glorious ungelded roan, unruly and majestic, nearly crippled the First Sword with an unbridled hoof, but the Knight Commander became master of his saddle, and turned the horse away from the First Sword.  Then, the horse chomped at the First Sword, and it was by the sheer strength of the Knight Commander's large arms that the horse's head was turned away.  Typhoon did not like the First Sword to stand where he stood.  Typhoon did not like the First Sword to lay hands upon his master.  But Typhoon was a beast, and Kale was not.  So Kale did not think very much of it.<br/><br/>"Hold now, you ponderous beast!" Kale bellowed at the horse, and the horse angrily subsided.<br/><br/>The Knight Commander was amused by Lorenzo's anger, so he smiled broadly.  This was a relief to the Knights at his sides.  Kale permitted himself to have his person pulled down from his saddle, because Kale was not small or petty.  Kale was not intimidated by the First Sword, because the First Sword wasn't an ominous figure in his childhood.  But Kale wasn't easily intimidated anyways.  He had come to trivialize death.  Indeed, the Knight Commander had been gutted and smashed so many times on the battlefield that he had come to pontificate each beautiful day as his last.  The young prince looked up at the morning sky, felt the sun's rays through his visor, and devoured the fresh, clean air, and thought, today wouldn't be so bad.  He had chosen from which parapet to jump from should the terms of a treaty be agreed to.  This disturbing thought pleased Kale.  Kale did not want to live in a world where Theirian justice and order was let out to compromise.  The thought of exonerating the Aserits from their crimes repulsed the young prince like nothing else in the world.<br/><br/>But the master swordsman brought up a valid point.  The King had ordered it, and his vow as a Knight in the Lion's Order demanded that he love and honor his King.  If it weren't for that, Kale would not have loved him.  But the King ordered him into Knighthood, and Knighthood demanded an oath.  An oath always to oppose Aserit treachery.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen, it seems to me that the First Sword is getting old," he said.<br/><br/>"Yes, I was just saying that this morning, Your Majesty," Sir Ralph said.   "But why do you say so?"<br/><br/>"He seems to think that I value his council like the High King, my Father," Kale said.   "Perhaps he has us confused?"<br/><br/>"I do not think he would confuse you, m'lord," Sir Ralph said, a little concerned for the direction of the conversation.   "After all, you and your father are so different."<br/><br/>Kale pondered this for a moment, and then turned to look at the First Sword.<br/><br/>"So it is, then," he said as he towered over Lorenzo.   "I resist your attempt at authority.  I hate to deprive you of an instance to demonstrate your capacity for good judgment, but I doubt that I shall find it sound, and nothing you can possibly say shall overrule my opinion.  I'm sorry to disappoint.  But I have become used to it by now."<br/><br/>The Knight Commander smiled, bowed his head, made an overtly grand gesture with his hand, and then made kissy sounds to make Typhoon trot a little faster through the city gates.