<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>:  Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  No one<br/><br/>Garrett, the messenger from before, greeted the Knight Commander.  The Knight Commander nodded, and made a gesture for him to draw near.  He then spoke furtively.  Kale did not care if he was overheard, but he also didn't want to be overheard.<br/><br/>"Garrett, the Princess of Aserit has assaulted a citizen or a refugee in the city," he said.    "I did not see who it was.  I need you to go into the city and find out who this person is.  Then, I need you to give that person safe passage to our stronghold.  Use the old ways."<br/><br/>Garrett nodded, and then darted out of the gates.  Meanwhile, the Prince turned Typhoon slowly, languishing before his men, and led them away from the Aserit caravan.  And then, in his cool voice, he said evenly:   "You are Knights of the Lion's Order.  Do not forget your oaths and expect treachery here, in the bosom of our nation.  These summits attract all manner of nefarious agents.  Beware them.  To my new pages, it grieves me that your joining should fall on such a dark day.  It is perhaps an ill omen.  Or it is perhaps a day of great joy.  Perhaps half of you shall not perish to the spear or the hammer.  Perhaps I shall not have to conduct you to your graves.  Perhaps I shall not have to explain to your parents that you died valiantly in the service of this great nation, my Father's nation.  But I do not know."  He then turned to look at the Aserit clan, and shook his head as he looked back at his men.   "Their lands are abundant and rich, and they cannot till it; they know nothing about earning anything, for all they do is steal it.  They kill our people though we are unjustly oppressed and our goods are unjustly seized.  They hate us because we are unwilling to bow to them.<br/><br/>"I expect you to hate them in return.  I expect each and every single one of you to hate them without discretion, and with extreme prejudice.  Do not fear them.  They are small and ignoble.  They think they know what honor means, but they do not know.  They throw challenges, and life, human life, means nothing to them.  They are childish and petty.  They are insensible and insensitive.  Just today, the Queen of Aserit told me that she would like to help those poor refugees outside of our walls.  The same refugees that her armies drove out of their homes.  The same refugees whose farms have been burned, whose livestock have been slaughtered, and whose livelihoods have been lost."<br/><br/>"And the Prince laughed in her face!" Sir Ralph said.  There was laughter.<br/><br/>"These people shall never love you.  They shall never be proud of you.  They know not love, and they think too much about pride."  He waited, and then said:   "I shall never lead you into battle on their behalf.  Know that.  Know that and be merry."<br/><br/>With that, the Prince left his ensemble of warriors, and returned to accompany the caravan.  He sidled up to Kaniene's horse, but he said nothing to her.  He merely waited, his dark brow shrouded by the crevice in his helm.